Snook - 8+ Hours of Disturbing Reddit Threads

Episode Date: March 22, 2026

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to the podcast. And today we're getting into an eight-hour mega compilation of some of the most disturbing Reddit threads I have ever gotten into. These are some of the most disturbing, wild, and just jaw-dropping Reddit threads I have ever covered. And I put them all into this mega compilation. And it's perfect for you if you're trying to go to sleep or studying or have a long drive ahead of you.

But I think you guys are going to enjoy it. Make sure you follow the podcast. and rate the podcast five stars. I appreciate it so much. And this episode will be long enough already, so I'll quit my app in, but sit back, relax, grab a drink and grab a snack.

And without further ado, let's get into eight hours of some disturbing Reddit threads. My friend went missing in June 2020. His skeletal remains were found one year later. Police never told his family he had called 911 and stated his location. We would have gone there to find him.

He could have still been alive. My friend Kyle Donovan went missing in June 2020. A missing person's report was filed the next day in the city of his residence, Olath, Kansas. A little over a year later, his remains were found by a K-DOT employee. Because of the pandemic, DNA identification was behind, though the officers told his family that based on the items found, they were 90% sure it was him.

At that time, the police also informed his mother that he had placed a three-minute 911 call the night he went missing. He clearly states his location, but they never went to look for him. They didn't cross-reference the missing persons report with the unresolved 911 call so that they could have given his mother his actual location. We searched on foot and with a drone for him, where he had told his brother he was prior to his 911 call. That place. A bridge over the Kansas River is within scene. of his final resting place. We were so focused on the river because

that's where he said he was when he talked to his brother earlier. They even threw an 80-pound feedback off the bridge to watch which direction it went. If KCPD had told us about the 911 call when the missing persons report was filed, we could have gone directly to him. He could

have still been alive. Here is a link to a video with portions of the 911 call. It took eight months from the time of the body's discovery to finally get the positive DNA results, but the medical investigator ruled his cause of death as inconclusive, even though he clearly states, they are trying to kill me in the audio. Something is just so wrong about this. I don't understand how this happened. The police won't give his family any more information because

it's an ongoing case, but not a murder investigation. So why the secrecy? It would be extremely helpful to hear any theories or even similar cases from the area. He went missing in Kansas, City, Kansas, and his missing person's report was filed in Oloth, Kansas. You may have come across this information about him possibly having schizophrenia. Kyle had a highly stressful job, was in a volatile relationship, and had a past history of drug use. Kyle's mom tried to give every bit of information she could when filing the missing person's report. But deeply regrets ever mentioning that he may have had mental health issues. He had experienced a bout of psychosis years prior that may have been drug slash alcohol slash stress related. His mom blames herself for the possibility of creating a

bias against him and thinks his case may have not been prioritized due to her statement. If you ever read this, Leah, I love you. And it's not your fault. I will never give up searching for answers. Please feel free to Google his name Kyle Donovan for more information. Sherry Honeycutt with Fox 4 Kansas City has been a great advocate for him, and there are several story slash videos she has produced with good info too. Thank you. And then the OP links some news articles such as KMBC News article, Fox News article, and a few missing persons articles in a flyer.

And then she also links a 911 call. The full 911 call, and I will play them full. It's disturbing, but yeah, it's just very disturbing, I'll just play it now so you can just hear how he sounded. I mean, he sounded very sane during it. He was just asking for help, and I'll play that now. Rail yard on 18th Street Expressway. What? Say that again?

The trail, or, excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm in danger. Okay, where? 18th Street Expressway and I-70, where the train yard is. And I-70? Okay, and what's going on there? Um, there in the city, um, some people made me feel like they were my friends, and I honestly feel like my life is in danger and they tried to kill me, sir. And they tried it and they tried their hardest. Now I'm laying down like the war zone and I'm right here north side of the rail yard on I 70. Right before 18th Freed Expressway, my name is Kyle Dunovan, D-U-N-I-E-E-E. Hold on a second. Let me get up. Let me, let's, your first name is Kyle?

Yes, sir. And what's your last name? D-U-N-I-D-A-N. And where are you from? Right here in Kansas City. Okay. Kansas City, Kansas or Missouri? My house, my residence is in Douglas County, south of Lawrence.

That's where I rent my house for my two children, my son. Okay, so you got to know some people, Yeah, because I'm trying to leave my wife after 10 years because she won't stop pressing my buttons, and I'm sick of my boys seeing this fight. So I tried to get away from them out working. Well, these people pretended to be your friend? Well, I don't know, sir. That's why I'm calling you.

I don't know the facts for sure, but I know I got you. But you said they're trying to kill you now? No, I don't know for sure. But when I see one of your boys in blue, I'll explain the whole story. Okay. Okay. And so you know, they made me think they were my friends and they made me think they actually cared about me. So I brought everything that is registered in my name and I'm not a felon. I have registered firearms and they have them there. Excuse me. I'll explain the whole story, sir. If you get somebody here with the squaw car. Well, I'm going to get more information before I send anybody so I know what we're getting into. and what can you see?

And then the call just cuts off. I don't know if the 911 operator hung up or Kyle hung up, but that was the last time anyone ever heard Kyle's voice. And his skeletal remains were found one year later. And his remains were found at the location he had given the Kansas City PD. And Kyle's mother filed a missing persons report,

less than 24 hours after the call. And Kyle's mother was not informed that he had called 911 for help. So that's very weird. And the Kansas City police never performed a search for Kyle, which is also very, very weird. His friends and family spent weeks and weeks searching by drone and on foot looking for Kyle and where he could have gone. And they performed multiple searches within one half mile of his location the day after his 911 call. I mean, he should have been found if the police told him. And he could have still been alive if the 911 operator would have told, or I don't think it's the 911 operator's fault,

but if the police would have told him, but they just didn't. And Kyle's cause of death was determined inconclusive. And there is still no active murder investigation for it, even though it does seem a little bit suspect, but we don't know. And there's no official ruling. Just, yeah, rest in peace Kyle but back to the Reddit post because the OP gives us an update she says please go have a look at the video thank you I really truly believe that someone else was nearby Kyle during the call and I truly believe I can hear that person say what you're going to do bitch then Kyle apologizes it is my theory that he was injured and hiding from someone when calling 911 he doesn't say that he's hurt but he says they tried and tried to kill him

I think he's in shock and trying to stay quiet but also trying to get the point across that he's in serious need of help, which is why I believe he is being so polite and respectful. Additionally, this was all taking place right as the BLM and the defund the police movements were heating up. KC or Kansas City was a hot spot for protests and some rioting. One theory is the dispatcher could have believed Kyle was trying to lure police to a secluded spot to ambush them. Anyway, I've been trying to answer questions as I have time. I want you all to know how much everyone's comments have meant to me and Kyle's mom. I sent her the link to this thread, so she's here now following along. You all have no idea how much your words have renewed a sense of hoping us.

Thank you so much. Additionally, I've been reaching out to private investigation firms today. And once I have an idea on costs, I will be doing some fundraising for Kyle's family. I likely won't be able to post a link here, but you can check. my profile for info if you would like to help. Kyle's family was not given access to the victims of violent crimes fund in our state because his death was ruled inconclusive with no pending murder investigation. Thank you all again. And then the top comment on this post was just kind of a summary of the 911 call, but also a little bit of theorizing and why the police didn't go looking and a few

other just kind of interesting comments. So I'll go over it again, even though it's kind of redundant and going over the 911 call. I'll just read it out now. And the comment reads as follows. I found this article that sort of summarizes for anyone who doesn't want to look. Kyle Donovan, 31 years old, called 911 for help in June 2020. Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm in danger. Dunovan told the dispatcher. I'm an 18th Street expressway in I 70 where the train yard is. I honestly feel like my life is in danger. And they tried to kill me, sir. And they tried it and they tried their hardest. Now I'm laying down like it's a war zone. Donovan explains,

and I'm right here north side of the rail yard on I-70, like before 18th Street Expressway. My name is Kyle Dunovan. They made me think they were their friends and made me think they actually cared about me. So I brought everything that is registered in my name. And I'm not a felon. I have a registered firearm, and they have them there.

Excuse me. I'll explain the whole story, sir. Donovan told the dispatcher, if you get somebody with a squad car, After three minutes, the call ends, and they can't get Donovan back on the line. The dispatcher calls back and his phone goes straight to voicemail without the option to leave a message. Some nurse said his phone was never recovered. Olaught's missing person poster says Dunovan may have been experiencing a schizophrenic episode based on the 911 call.

Donovan sounds lucid and in control. Two sources in the department confirmed the search was done from their squad car and officers didn't look for Dunovan on foot when asked directly. And I just think it's so, so weird, why did the police not really look for him? Why did they not look for Kyle? I mean, he called in saying someone was trying to kill him. Why wouldn't they make sure he's good before just being like, yeah, okay, we couldn't find him, let's leave? Why wouldn't they triple check the area, do his search, and try to find him before just moving on?

Very, very weird. And then another one of the top comments gets into some theories on what happened to Kyle or just about the entire situation. And the comment reads as follows. First, I'm including my initial theory from just reading this current post and the news source found here. But from your previous post from three years ago leads me to another theory I'll list after. I'm keeping my initial theory because more theories be better as it can help spark ideas to where to look. Initial theory. Sounds like some bad people with criminal records

befriended him to trick him into procuring a bunch of weapons. Some sort of exchange slash trade occurred at the rail yards and they no longer needed him. Or one of the groups decided the new guy was suss and decided they needed to murder him to cover any connections should any of the weapons show get seized by law enforcement. Your friend would be a witness to who they were given to and could snitch on them.

They made me think they were my friends, and they made me think they actually cared about me. So I brought everything that is registered in my name, and I'm not a felon. I have registered firearms, and they have them there. That was a quote from Kyle from the 911 call. Could he have said bot instead? Either way, I still get the same idea of what went down. Now I'm laying down like it's a war zone. Sounds like there were a lot of weapons there, and he was hiding.

Second theory. This one takes into account the information in the three-year-old post here. I honestly feel like my life is in danger. And they tried to kill me, sir. And they tried it, and they tried their hardest. Now I'm laying down like it's a war zone. They made me think they were my friends. And they made me think they actually cared about me.

The they he is talking about, it's whoever's house he went to. So I brought everything that is registered in my name. This is him just sharing that he brought all this important stuff because he thought it was a safe place. But since he is calling the cops and there are weapons present, he is doing the correct thing in giving 911 a heads up that, I'm not a felon, I have a registered firearm, and they have them there.

Excuse me, I'll explain the whole story, sir. With that, some possible scenarios. Number one, your friend was very distraught when he showed up at co-workers' house. Co-workers tried to calm him or halt him physically or even simply verbally accused him of being on drugs and Kyle overreacted very negatively. In Kyle's mind, they were out to get him, gives them money as a plea,

and then takes off for safety. While hiding in the rail yard, somehow has an accident that leads to his death or passes out from the excitement and chokes vomit, or a random mugging gone wrong. Number two. Kyle's coworker or roommates are actually bad people and killed Kyle.

Perhaps Kyle was already suffering from a wound when he called 911. Bawal in shock was more concerned with composure when he called out for help as he went to hide in the rail yard. The coworker claiming Kyle handed out money was just a cover as they stole it from Kyle. Some questions.

Do you know more specifically where his remains were found and if so, were they in a discernible position? How far was this from the co-worker's home? Was Kyle supposed to be working the next day? Was the coworker? Was this coworker a newish coworker? or did Kyle know for longer? Did they hang out at all?

What was their history? Kyle's mom seems to think the co-worker is a suspect. What leads here to think that? I'm thinking she may just be right. Are you sure all of Kyle's weapons and other belongings are accounted for? Was his banking slash spending for the few weeks prior checked, just to rule out any plan activities that could explain this better than an episode, any other phone calls that he may have had the few weeks leading up to?

And that night. Does his mom have access to his phone records? If I were in your and Kyle's mom's shoes, I would hire a private investigator to look more into this so-called co-worker. And then the OP replies saying, Thank you so much for the thoughtful reply. I'm going to get back to you on answering those questions later on tonight. And the OP just never responded to those questions.

But those were good questions for us to think about. I mean, all of those would give a decent answer, but it's just such a weird scenario. I mean, why did the police not follow up on it? Was, you know, Kyle going through some sort of schizophrenic episode or some sort of psychosis episode? Was he murdered? Was he in a freak accident?

I mean, there's so many possibilities, but there's so many weird things that went on. Why did the police not investigate? Why was Kyle acting that way? Why are the coworker possibly doing something weird? Why can't they find his phone? Why can't they this? Why can't they that?

is a very weird situation and I hope we someday get an answer and it's also very weird the 911 call was not released to the mother for a long, long time. I mean, just very weird all around. And I mean, you could talk about this forever. I mean, there's so many theories you could have on what happened to him or why this happened or why that happened. But I'd like to hear your thoughts on this because truly I'm stumped. I'm lost. Do you have any good theories on what happened to Kyle Donovan? I mean, rest in peace, Kyle. He didn't deserve that, but it's just so, so weird why the police didn't look into that at all. I mean, they just drove by on the cruiser and they're like, oh, we can't find him, so let's leave. After he claimed it that someone was after him trying to kill him, I mean, even if it

was a schizophrenic episode, why wouldn't they still want to make sure he's okay? I mean, like mental health or not, it's like, why aren't the police trying to just help a person regardless of of where they are at mentally. I mean, yeah, just a very, very weird situation, and I really want to know whose fault it was, what happened, and why the police didn't follow up. Very interesting, and leave your theories down below. On to the next one.

O.P. is scared about his daughter's imaginary friend. Posted on R-slash paranormal encounters. The first post read as, I am worried about my daughter's safety. posted on March 5th, 2021. Hello, I couldn't sleep, so I thought now it'd be a good time to post this. So I have a eight-year-old daughter, I will be calling her Leanna for the sake of my child's privacy. I am a single father, and it hasn't always been easy, but we have managed.

Before the start of the pandemic, we had moved into a new house in northern Germany, which is close to my parents. Soon after we settled in, Leanna started to tell me about her new friend, quickly telling me only she could see him. I brushed it off as she had always been creative, and since we were under lockdown, I thought it was normal, especially since one of her friend's son also had a imaginary friend. Throughout the next few months, she would tell me about him, how he would come to play with her once I put her to bed, and he knew magic and how his favorite color was blue. I started to get a little worried, as she seemed to know a lot about this friend.

At first I just thought it was because she was missing her real friends and my parents, so I started to spend even more time with her, even doing my work hours beforehand so I could spend the rest of the day with her. But she still kept talking about this friend. But everything changed two nights back, I had woken up randomly around 3 a.m. I could just feel something wasn't right. So I got up and went to go check on Leanna. She was sleeping in her bed, though her blankets were a little different than how I had left her. I figure she had just moved. But as I was leaving, just in

the corner of my eye, I saw a figure in the window that looks out into the woods outside of her home. I looked at it for a good two minutes before it simply disappeared. I really couldn't figure out what it was. Some part of me was thinking it was my eyes playing tricks on me. But that day, I asked her to draw me a picture of him. And after 20 or so minutes, she gave me this. I don't even know what to make of it to be real with you. I sent it to my mom in the single dad group I am in, and they all said it was scary as hell. I really don't know what to do at this point. I am becoming worried for my child. I am just hoping this really just is her mind, but I do not know anymore. Any suggestions or tips would be helpful. As I am also worried, I am overreacting. In the picture, his daughter drew

him is what I assumed to be the daughter on the right-hand side and then this figure with long fingers or nails and long toenails as well. Very, very creepy photo. And then there was some comments that people had on the post for OP. So one of the comments read, in some old German books, like from Johan Weir, written in medieval German,

a whitting is a child thieving ghost slash demon who steals them away from their family, like a fe or like baby yoga. It's evil. Must be invited. it in, and they do no magic. Look at the picture. Blonde hair, yellow eyes, long nails, tall, and very evil. I'm writing encyclopedias on demonology and supernatural. That's why I know. I'll look up the books that's in and try to take pictures. I have over 4,000 research books on the subject,

so it may take a while. Keep her near you always. And then the O.P. responds to this Strange comment. I don't think there's a way to describe my emotions at this moment. I haven't heard of this even when I looked up the name to try and get idea of what it meant. I feel like I am going to pass out. My baby told me she invited him into the house. Please. Please, I am begging you to send me anything you have.

I'll take anything. And then the OP comments on his post again, saying, If I'm being honest, That has been keeping me up most of the night. The thought of anyone really being around my child when I'm not there scares me. I am a very rational person, but after reading some of the comments, I'm definitely going to look into more paranormal aspects of this, especially how to make a very good point in this matter.

There is still some part of me holding out on the overactive imagination, because that's something I know I can handle, even if that's just finding safe ways to get out of the house more. but I'm worried if it's not what I'm even going to do. I don't have the finances to move or even stay in a hotel for a long amount of time. Should be up in an hour or so. And I do intend to have a conversation with her and try to piece some things together. I have seriously thought about getting a nanny cam, even before this, as she is a very active girl and has a few incidences where she needed some help after climbing onto something.

And then the OP goes to another subreddit, R-slash mediums, and posts. I am worried about my daughter's safety. He posted that on March 5, 2021. And the post reads as follows. So, someone told me it might be a good idea to do this. My 8-year-old daughter has an imaginary friend, who is in the pictures above. He only comes to play with her at night once I'd put her to bed. And he comes into her room according to her.

I had a very serious conversation with her today, as I'm very worried as I fully believe I saw something outside of her window two nights ago. I just want some help for my daughter. She said his name is Wittig. I did a little digging, and it's an extremely old German name, which makes a little sense as we are from northern Germany, and we currently live here as well. But she's never been exposed to that name before, and I know no one in my family name. name that. All this started after we moved into our current home. If anyone could help me,

I would deeply appreciate it. I have been told my child might be sensitive herself, but I don't know much on these things. And then someone replies to the post saying, child therapist here. This has red flags all over it. Get a bunch of flour and pour it all over the ground by her window. See if you can catch any footprints. Imaginary friends are more common. for younger kids, by 8, she should be moving on to more age-appropriate peer play. I'm a believer in the afterworld, but we need to rule out physical causes too. I would highly recommend finding a trauma therapist specializing in play therapy to do an assessment. Meet with the therapist alone first to explain what is going on.

I have worked on cases like this before and never found a physical cause. determined and agreed it to be a spiritual form, worked with the kiddo on expressing feelings about the figures slash setting boundaries, how to cope if there is fear, etc. But not every therapist has an open mind. And then someone else comments on the thread saying, What has she described their playtime being like? And then the OP response saying, From what I can understand,

it varies from playing with her toys to going outside and playing a game called Hidden. When I asked her what that was, she said it was a secret game, and that I can't play it, or it wouldn't be a secret anymore. And then the original person who prompted the thread replied saying, Okay, secret game does not feel like a good thing. This feels manipulative. And then the OP says, I know. I am trying to get a bit more out of her after school.

I don't think he think she in trouble. And then the person replies, Yeah, tread lightly. I think you have the right mind frame and best interest for your daughter. You've got this. And then another response to the post. Someone says, I would rule out the physical.

Then do quite a few things. Use the flour inside all the windows. Or use baking powder. It can double as air freshener. Once you rule out a living person, in fact whether or not you rule out a living person. Secure that window. Spray the panes of salt water.

the door sills in the windowsills, all of them, without spraying the inside door entrances. Do not tell your daughter what you are doing or why. There is no point in frightening her or making her feel bad. Verbaly refuse him permission to enter your home. Announce that no energy living or deceased is allowed in your home without your express knowledge and permission. Tell him the hidden game is not allowed. Ask for the help of archangels to remove him. They seldom him act without being asked. If Michael is asked, and Wiggid is not a positive energy, consign him to Michael to do what source wishes to do with him, forbid him to play the hitting game, aloud and firmly. If he needs help, Michael will help if he is asked. If you need someone to intervene,

and the local medium is not available, I will help if sent a private message or a chat request. All offers of help in this sub must be offered free. So that is assured. It is a good sign that she is not frightened. But as a mama bear who is a medium, I, like you, investigate and protect my children in any way needed. I did not tell them what I was doing. There was no point in informing them when they were small.

Follow the directions of smudging your home and follow those exact same steps with salt. What I saw was a blonde man. perhaps middle ages, straight hair that is dirty, wearing tattered clothes and a leather apron around his waist 30 to 35, leather shoes that are tied to his calves. He seems to have dried blood around his abdominal area. He had other wounds. But your daughter does not see that. I believe he died defending his home. He seems to be a human spirit. He was outside and attacked. He He raised pigs. He farmed.

He was outside the window because you do not allow him inside the home. Custom would dictate he can only cross your threshold as an invited guest. He would need to enter through the front door. So the fact he uses a window bothers me. He appears disheveled in the sense he appears to be a man whose hands and clothing are soiled from working outdoors. He can only enter with permission. Deny him permission.

It is a good idea to involve a medium there locally. It is even better not to warn Whittig or your daughter. If he has her best interests at heart, a medium will be able to sort that out. The hidden game concerns me. He knows better. Forbid him to play it. It may have been a way he taught his children to hide from raiders. However, your daughter should not be hiding from you.

Sometimes souls refuse to cross over, and they are trapped in loneliness. Their desire is to feel something, overcomes their judgment that is inappropriate to approach a young child. I saw souls at your daughter's age. I was seldom frightened. However, I had ancestors guarding my family. Usually these souls want help, or at least since they exist. Children have bright and beautiful souls.

They are much more accepting than adults. This soul needs help, but not from a child. If he can be crossed over, it would be best for all concerned. If he does not appear to be untidy, I'd be more inclined to believe he was a spirit guide. I do not see that being the case. I wish you and your daughter the best in life. I am so glad that you listen to her and that she tells you what she experiences. You may have a psychic child on your hands.

Many blessings, sir. A parent's love is the strongest love that exists. And that post was from a psychic, I guess, who believes they could see the man that was visiting his daughter. which I don't know if you guys believe. I would call it kind of BS, but I thought it was worth noting for this thread. Anyways, to another post, O.P. posted. I'm worried for my daughter's safety update. Posted on March 9th, 2021.

So after a bit of a delay, the update. I think it should state the reason for the disappearance. Through a comment given to me by a response, I was informed that it is a demon ghost, whatever you want to call it. that is known to steal children. Without saying, they sent me into a state of panic as I would like to think any other parent would feel. I didn't leave her side until she left today.

She was supposed to leave on Monday for my parents' house, but something came up and we had to wait until today. Without saying, I collapsed shortly after she left. I hadn't slept more than 40 minutes every night. Before I go into our conversation, I'm getting the house completely cleansed by a Catholic priest. He's coming over tomorrow, and then plan to have the place cleared out with Sage,

and I'm doing basically everything I've been told to do, even planning to get a rose quartz gem to place outside her window. She is very much aware that something is wrong at this point, as I had her sleep in my room for the last few days and could tell I got very paranoid at night. I told her that there have been a few burglaries in the area and was just worried. I also planned to be getting a nanny cam for her room

just as extra security, just in case it doesn't leave after all of this. The original post I had meant to share. This morning after she woke up and ate breakfast, I decided to sit her down and ask her about her friend, mostly asking simple questions, the main ones were, what was his name? Has he ever asked you to do bad things like hurt herself or me? And if she was scared of him?

She told me he said to call him Whittig, which is the name I've genuinely never heard of my life, and that he never told her to do anything bad or hurt herself or me. Like I said, I was informed that this is a demonic entity that stills children. And she's only ever been scared of him once. Of course, I asked why, and she proceeded to tell a story of when he started to come over to play. She said it's a few hours after I put her to bed,

and she was having a hard time falling asleep, but she noticed something outside and had gotten up to investigate. Apparently, he slowly started to move to the window until he was right in front of it and just stared at her like he was, in her words, very sad and upset. So, of course, being the sweetheart child, she wrote a small note and pressed it to the window asking if he was okay. And apparently, he shook his head. No. She somehow managed to open the window a little bit and then asked why. She was told it was

because he was very scared of the dark and had no one to play with. So of course, she offered to play with him. He told her he would look like that, but before he could, she had to invite him inside, which she did. This is when I start getting scared. She said after she did, he smiled and pushed the window open and crawled in on all fours, which made her very scared, and she started to cry. But apparently he comforted her, and then did a magic trick. I, of course, asked her what the trick was, and she said he made all the lights turn on in their room to show her he wasn't scary. I start to ask her more and what other magic tricks he had done, and they range from making flowers appear to taking both of the outside. Apparently, he also likes to show.

show her these stars and moons, which is why she added them to in her drawing. I'm starting to believe the latter that this isn't just an imaginary friend. The amount of detail she went into constantly referring to him being real, and just many other things. I am just glad she's out of the house until Thursday. I think it is very pissed off with me, though. Starting a night ago, I woke up with huge scratches on my arms and horrific headaches which I've never had before, as well as having very strange issues while trying to translate this, having a bunch of random ones scattered throughout my writing. At this point, the pain doesn't really bother me.

It's more of the fear of it trying to get to my daughter again. I don't know if I should tell her the creature's origins or if I should wait until she is much older to explain this to her. I will be trying to keep everyone updated, but tomorrow is going to be an extremely busy day, as I also plan to go to a crystal shop and just ask what crystals would be best to protect her. And we have never heard from the OPE again.

And wow, that is a terrifying story. To think, I mean, either way, whether you believe in the paranormal or the real, both ones are terrifying with how this is outlined. If it is real and some man is coming to, his daughter's window every night and asking to be let in, that is obviously horrifically terrifying. And if this is some sort of paranormal entity that is possibly going to steal his daughter, that is also horrifically scary. I don't know what happened, and like I said, we've never heard

from the O.P. Again, but hopefully O.P. and his daughter are safe. On to the next one. I believe my brother has been replaced, originally posted to R-slash RBI, and originally posted on July 4th, 2025. The post reads as follows. I, Mail 30, want to perface by saying I am not mentally ill. And this is not the Schizo post you are expecting. I have no better way to articulate what I'm thinking right now. My brother, Mail 20, just came back from his gap year. traveling Asia in hopes that he'd find himself. We were never really close, so his lack of contact during this year didn't strike me with too much alarm. But my parents have informed me of three separate incidences in which they needed to contact, consult authorities to ask about him.

He's a mommy's boy, so this did seem very out of character for him. We hosted a dinner for my brother's return to the country. But upon seeing him at the airport, it was like a stranger tried to draw my brother from memory and passed that as the real thing. He looked completely different. He was severely underweight. He looked two to three inches shorter. He seemed bedragged and unkempt. Believe me, this was the opposite of my brother prior to this trip. He was always been a germaphobe, someone who always watches his hands twice to make sure he eliminates all the bacteria. But this guy, He smelled horrendous. He didn't even talk to us or properly acknowledge our existence. He begrudgingly gave our mama hug and our dad a handshake. He did not say hello to me.

It's been around two weeks, and what I've been hearing from my parents is horrifying. Apparently, he's been extremely active at night and sleeping during the day. They can only get faint murmurs out of him, and his speech is becoming increasingly nonsensical. He doesn't shower. He doesn't seem to eat. He spends all his time locked away in his room, doing something, my parents don't know what, extremely loudly. They've already contacted a doctor, and he's on a waiting list to see a therapist. I suggest getting the police involved, but they are determined not to. My mom is afraid, and I do not know what to do. I volunteered to stay over and be the peacekeeper, as our parents are getting old, and I'm personally worried about the

the psycho doing something to them. However, my parents have too rejected this. I was never too close with my brother, but this isn't him at all. Does anyone know what could have caused this? Or what can we do? It's like someone kidnapped my brother and replaced him with the dude from Castaway. Edit, I've seen a lot of people suggest theories, including drug use or underlying mental health issues. I had my mother over today, primarily to talk about my brother's condition. My wife was against mentioning the DNA test I ordered, so they are still unaware of my suspicions. My mom told me about the three incidents involving the authorities in Vietnam. The first one was a wellness check.

After my parents heard nothing from him for about a week, this might have been overzealous on my mom's part. The second and third instances were actually a part of the same correspondence, but turned out to be much more disturbing than I thought. Local authorities were worried my brother and two other female friends have been trafficked to Laos, as they failed to return to Vietnam on time. However, this was resolved after about half a month. I have no idea the status of his friends, but I suspect they all return to Vietnam together. With regards to my brother at present, my parents have since agreed to my suggestions of adding cameras to communal areas, as well as installing a door to stop in their own room. They have also given me news that they will go private

to seek psychiatric treatment for him, starting next week. We'll keep you all updated. And then some relevant comments under this post. One commenter says, a hard drug addiction is the most likely answer. DNA testing would clear this up real quick. If the result is a match, I suggest you seek counseling for both of you. In that case, either he's done a lot of hard drugs, needs help, or you have some tendencies toward delusion. If the DNA is not a match, you've got your hard proof and you can probably get the help you need. The kind of resources needed to pull off the scheme you're describing would make it a very odd way to spend one's time. Finding someone similar looking enough to fool not only airport authorities, but also family, has got to be

difficult and expensive. If your family is not high profile, I'm talking head of state, Fortune 500 C-suite, or otherwise ultra-wealthy, it would not make any of the same. sense to pull something like this off. Even then, it's such a crazy scheme I can't imagine anyone actually trying it into what end? An inheritance scheme or something? And then the OPR replies saying, my family are quite controversial, particularly for Vietnam, which is mainly why my parents were against my brother's gap year to begin with. I cannot elaborate further on that regard, unfortunately. But there is definitely reason for something like this to happen. Another commenter said,

I'm definitely on board with this. Please make sure you get help ASAP. Lack of sleep, hygiene, social withdrawal, etc. It has a tendency to spiral quite fast. And you should really push psychological slash clinical help ASAP, not only for safety, but your parents. It is not something that will pass by itself or can be cured with love. Please keep in mind that voices slash visions usually start out quite friendly.

What country did he go to? Regarding the height difference, you could easily shrink two inches just from terrible posture. Otherwise, it could indicate osteoporosis. Please stay safe. The OP then said, I'm not quite sure of all the countries, but I think Vietnam and Laos were a part of it. Another commenter said, Do you mean that you literally think someone else is pretending to be your brother? Or are you speaking more figuratively and think your brother is just acting different?

The OP then replies to this saying, It was meant to be figuratively, but I would be lying if I said I was not genuinely concerned. And then the final comment on this thread that is worth note reads as follows, Sorry, but he's in your house. Doing things in his room loudly, and you can't go and check on him?

What the fuck? Break down the door, what that fuck are you doing? Do your parents own the house or does your brother? Remember that instance of that stupid mother who basically left her son to his own devices, as he constructed a guillotine in his room to commit S-word, and the mom never saw the inside of the room because of privacy? Time to get a backbone and step up.

He almost certainly is not making decisions behind that door that are good. Do what you need to, not what's comfortable. The OP then replied to this saying, My parents are in their 80s. And while they're very firmly against my interventions, they seem to give him a free pass. It's a sticky situation all around. Plus, I'm personally afraid for my parents in the event they stand up for themselves.

And then the commenter replies to this OP's comment saying, Wait, they had your brother in their 60s, and the OP then said he was a surrogate baby. And then the OP, two days later, on July 6th, 2025, made a chilling and horrifying post. The post was titled, Family Member Missing. Location, France Hey all, I'll keep this query as brief as possible. My brother has disappeared. My parents only noticed this morning.

But it is likely he fled sometime last night as we booked psychiatric treatment for him on Tuesday. He is seriously unwell. And on another thread, people have claimed his condition might have been exacerbated through drug use. We don't want the police involved. We don't want this to be a public affair. as our family can't afford it right now. We live in a semi-rural town near the Swiss border, so we are hoping to find him before he hurts himself.

How can we go about finding him? Any help would be appreciated. And then the top comments on this post read as follows. One commenter says, You do want the police involved. Trust me. Another commenter says, I understand not wanting to get the police involved,

but there is no other choice. I've read your other post about him, and he might not only be a danger to himself, but also to other people. You shouldn't delay contacting the police any longer. Nothing good will come out of that. Best of luck, man. Another commenter said, based on your other post, you absolutely need police involved. You are worried that this can become public, but it will be worse if he hurts himself or others. Once he has found, you need to commit him immediately.

And then there's an update post. An update to my brother has been replaced, posted on July 10th, 2025, four days later. The post reads as follows. Hey all, I thought I'd share an update. This will also be my last post on this site, and I wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who commented. To those who provided genuine help and support, I could not be more thankful. My brother is dead. We found him in the early hours of this morning, and I've spent the rest of the day finding the courage to make this post.

Maybe it's shock, but I'd like to think he died over in Vietnam. And upon his return, his body was simply catching up rather than prolong his torment. You will all do a wonderful service here, so please keep doing what you're doing. All the best. And some relevant comments on this post read as follows. Comitur, I'm so sorry for your loss. Take some time away from the internet, take care of yourself and your parents. The OP then responds to this comment saying,

They are a lot more devastated than I am. I think it's because they view the past 20 years to be a waste. I don't view it this way. My brother lit up every room and every moment I had with him was cherished. However, I do also believe this moment was inevitable since he returned. In a weird way, I'm glad he went out on his own terms rather than endure what could have been years of pain. Then some other comments read as follows,

I remember your other post. I am so sorry for your loss. It sounds like at the very least, you may have started to grieve him some after seeing the state he was in a pond of return. I hope you find peace with what happened in whatever form that may be. My heart goes out to you and your family.

Another commenter said, in addition to being sincerely sorry for what grief you and your family are enduring, I also want to say that it's because of you, your brother, in the experience you shared about his return that I just called a couple of buddies to set up visits with them this weekend. I've really been feeling like each of them have been receding and struggling quite a bit and are in need of a visit from a friend. And having just made those calls, I'm now terrified what might have happened if I hadn't come

across your posts and been moved to action. No matter what may or may not have happened if I didn't reach out to my buddies, just know that your candor and your brother's struggles have probably had some potentially life-saving effects for a couple strangers. In the final comment, I will read reads as follows. We wish you a lot of strength in these hard times. No idea what he went through over in Vietnam, but it must have been soul-wrecking. Take time for yourself and your family, because this will leave a big scar. and the OP has since deleted his account.

And wow, this was one of the most disturbing and depressing Reddit posts I've read in a long, long time. I mean, there's just so many questions, and it seems like the OP has so many questions. I mean, number one, I just hope the OP is doing better now and can deal with this and just his entire family. I mean, I can imagine. But I just have so many questions regarding what happened in Vietnam and when he was abroad. What happened? Was it drug use? Was he kidnapped and just traumatized to the nth degree? Or did something else happen that no one else is considering?

I really don't know. And I really hope that, you know, I don't know, his family finds some, you know, solace in these horrific times that they just went through. But yeah, that truly shook me. I mean, I couldn't believe that final post when he said his brother passed away. I mean, just, wow, that hit me so hard. And I just wonder what happened to him. I mean, that's so terrifying that his brother left and never came back the same.

Do you guys have any ideas? If you do, comment down below. I'm really, really curious as to if you guys have any decent ideas of what the fuck happened when he was abroad. Because this was truly a disturbing post. On to the next one. Neighbor says they saw a tent in my living room. I honestly don't know what to make of this. The simplest answer is that my neighbor is lying, but why?

Here's what happened. This morning, my neighbor knocked on my door and told me that while I was out of town earlier this month, they noticed my front door was open and that a very nice blue and brown two-person tent had been pitched in the middle of my living room. They said they thought it was a little odd, and that's why they meant. I mentioned it. I was on vacation over the 4th of July, and my nephew and another neighbor both fed my cat while I was gone. Neither are the type to pitch a tent in my living room, though to be honest, I'm not sure who would do such a thing. Nevertheless, I asked them about the tent, and neither

knew anything about it. I also don't have anything that's blue and brown and could be mistaken for a tent. My living room is mostly black and white. I also don't own a tent. I'm not a camper. Nobody has a set of keys in my house. I have an Arlo camera by my front door. And I set one up in my living room while I was gone so that it could periodically check in on the cat. I'm a little neurotic about her because she is very old. I checked all the footage and going back to June 4th, because my neighbor couldn't save her certain when exactly they saw the tent. Needless to say, there's nothing captured by either camera. And also the OP just mentioned June 4th and July 4th, so I don't know when the O.P. was gone. I assume that was just a typing error, but let's just assume July 4th. So anyways, unfortunately, the cameras do sometimes fail to capture everything. I'd say that they have a 10 to 20% fail rate when it comes to turning on when there's movement. So there's a slight possibility someone could have entered my house, pitched a tent, taken it down and left. And the cameras wouldn't have caught any of it. But I feel like it's a pretty slim chance that

neither would have been triggered. To add to all of this, my cat has been acting super strange ever since I came back. She's very nervous, refuses to go anywhere near the back part of the house, and is not using her litter box. So something did weird her out. So Reddit, any ideas? If my neighbor is lying, which is the most plausible, why? They've never lied before and always seemed like a reliable narrator. They also said their boyfriend saw it too and mentioned how weird it was. Is there any scenario where it makes sense for someone to break in and pitch a tent but also leave the door open so anyone can see? Is it a glitch in the Matrix? Is she somehow suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning? Am I? Thankfully, the Arlo camera outside did capture part of our conversation

so I didn't completely imagine it. It's just so fucking bizarre. I'm just so fucking bizarre. I'm just at a complete loss. The whole thing has left me feeling unsettled. Edit. Thanks to everyone who's commented so far to answer a sum of questions that seemed to have come up. Number one, I took the cat to the vet and she got a clean bill of health. I'm trying some behavioral solutions, multiple litter pans, special cat food for urine health, calming cat treats, calming spray, fell away plug-in, etc. It's been hard, but I'm committed to helping her get through this. Number two, the neighbor and her boyfriend are both older, I think in their late 60s, and we live on the same property, so she has to walk by my front door to get to the street.

I'd say from the walkway to my front door is less than five feet, so she has a pretty good view of my living room. I agree with those who said her timing is strange. Why mention it weeks later? But I had recently talked to her about my cat's behavior, so I think she mentioned it as a possible reason for the cat's behavior? She did say, maybe in the future, you should let me know you'll be out of town so I can keep an eye out for you. At the time, it sounded like a normal thing to say. But if she's lying, then maybe it's because she wants to know when I'm gone. Number three, my nephew is in his mid-20s and very responsible. He owns his own home and works long days. Neither he nor his brother are campers and, as far as I know, don't own any tents.

The camera outside captured him entering and exiting all three days, and he was in the house for less than five minutes. Same with the other neighbor who fed the cat. She came over three times, all for less than five minutes. Neither was aware of where the camera was inside, but they knew I had one so I could check the cat. The camera also caught the cat chilling out in the house, In all three days, she was acting normally. And before we get into number four, I have to clarify what frogging means. So, frogging is the practice of secretly living in someone else's home without their knowledge, named after how frogs hop from one place to another.

A person who frog may do so to avoid paying rent, due to homelessness, or for other reasons, often hiding in unused parts of the house like crawl spaces, attics, or walls. And so, that's pretty disturbing. But anyways, let's get on to number four because she learns about frogging. She says there is a crawl space under the house, but you can't access it from inside. There's probably a two-foot-high crawl space in the ceiling that you can't access from the closet in my bedroom. But I have a bunch of boxes and suitcases shoved up against the opening, and I don't see how someone could put them back if they'd crawled back in.

I will say that the more I ruminate on it, the creepier, it seems. update so i spoke to all my neighbors again today the neighbor who saw the tent is still adamant that's what she saw she and her boyfriend saw it around lunchtime and he confirmed they said the tent was up when they went to lunch and down by the time they came back when i told her my cameras didn't catch anything she was unbothered when suggested that maybe she saw something else she said it was not my imagination. I saw a tent from right here. And then she stood on the walkway and pointed into my house.

She seems to think someone might have had a copy of my key and is accessing my house whenever I'm out of town. She thinks someone sabotaged both cameras and mentioned black suits that aren't picked up by security cameras. As a reason, the tent sector wasn't caught. She also mentioned that my other neighbor, the one who checked on my cat, had a large white tent in her yard a few months back.

I saw that tent and can verify it existed, but this neighbor said that is not the tent she saw in my house. I rechecked all the camera footage one more time. There are no unaccounted for gaps. In fact, there are several snippets of the cat chilling in the living room looking completely unconcerned before and after the cat sitters came into the house. It's actually making me rethink the timeline of when she got spooked. I recheck the attic access and it hasn't been touched.

I also work from home, so it would be hard for someone squatting in the attic to go unnoticed. I also took the advice here to check internet data and electricity usage. Both were way down on the days I was gone. My gas bill was smaller as well, but if the tent was only up for an hour, well, that makes sense. So then I spoke with Kat City neighbor. She confirmed the existence of her white tent and explained that she was airing it out in her front yard after a camping trip, which aligns with all the tent care information in the comments. She also said that she has had similar conversations with this neighbor where what she is saying

is bizarre and unsettling, but she says it with such conviction that you find it hard not to believe. She also understood my unease, saying the whole story reminded her of the Manson family in their creepy crawling. And this opens up a whole big can of worms. So basically, if you don't know who the Manson family is, it was a cult, and they did some creepy stuff, killed people, that sort of stuff. That's even bigger can of worms. But basically, they did things called creepy crawling or burglary missions that they called creepy crawling. And during these outings or missions, quote unquote, members would sneak into random homes while the occupants of the house were sleeping, and they would move furniture or household items around.

and then occasionally steal small belongings. So they just did things. Like they just moved stuff around. It's just so creepy to me. How they didn't really steal stuff, but they just kind of were pranking people and trying to disorient people and be like, well, I don't remember my chair being there.

And then it's across the room. And so, I mean, super weird, but they did that. And so, yeah, this does kind of sound like it with what's O.P.'s saying. But yeah, the Mansons did that. And that's a whole other can of worms, like I said. But hopefully that makes sense to what O.P.

referring to, but anyways, back to the post. Once she mentioned that possibility, it made me understand why I was feeling so anxious. I have read about the creepy crawling and the Manson family was a boogie monster for me growing up. For those worried about my cat's well-being, thank you. She seems to be slowly coming back to herself. Right now, I'm putting her in the kitchen at night and she has a cozy little bed where she sleeps. So far, she hasn't peed anywhere inside since I've started doing this.

but I do wake up before 6 every morning to let her out, and she promptly uses the litter pan I have set up for her on the porch. I also started using the urinary health cat food from Royal Kane that someone suggested on another thread, and that seems to be working, fingers crossed. To end on a lighter note, cat sitting neighbor also had a whimsical explanation, not to be taken seriously and just for fun,

that I also thought I'd share. Apparently, there's a Japanese folklore, tradition of trickster raccoons who shape shift and wreak havoc. She pointed out that it is a raccoon season where we live and in fact I just saw a mother and her babies by my porch a couple of nights ago and maybe they snuck in and pitched the tent just to mess with me. I mean it's as probable as anything else at this point. Next steps asking the landlords to change the locks. Second update. This update will probably be more than a little anticlimatic and for that I apologize To the people who felt like this was much ado about nothing, I agree.

But like I said before, it's her continued incessance and certainty about this bizarre idea that bugs me. So here we go. Number one, the boyfriend does indeed exist. I have met him and spoken with him several times. He seems older than her and is quieter overall. He has stated that he's a cat person and has engaged with my cat in the past. But I have not had the chance to talk to him separately to get his side of the same. the story. Number two, the white tent was in the front yard of my other neighbor's house

and faces the opposite street, so a reflection is impossible. That being said, the older neighbor does keep bringing it up and is convinced people were sleeping in it. I've spoken with the front yard neighbor, and she was airing out the tent after a camping trip. No one ever slept in it when it was in her yard. But I think a lot of folks in the comments are correct when they say the white tent unsettled the older neighbor because she bought it up several times. Number three, I did loop in the landlord, but they seemed to also believe the older neighbor. She's rented from them for at least 15 years, if not longer, and they told me that in the past she's been very reliable and truthful. They seemed spooked by the whole story and offered to change the locks. I figure it can't hurt,

so I agreed. Number four, the landlords and I question the older neighbor pretty rigorously. and she sucked by her story even as we all expressed incredulity. She reiterated that she saw a two-person tent, blue and white, fully erected in my front living room. She said it was not a pop-up tent or pup tent. She said she saw it on a Wednesday because that's the day her boyfriend takes her to lunch each week. She said it was up when he picked her up and down when he dropped her off. She got a little defensive as we probed.

So people who warned that this could happen. if we challenged her were spot on. She kept reiterating that it was a tent and that she could see it quite clearly. She seems to want to pin it to my nephew, and the landlords seem to be leaning that way too, which is really frustrating. He's a 25-year-old man with his own home. He has no need to air a tent out in my tiny living room, and he doesn't even camp. Number five, the cameras. I double-checked every Wednesday for the last two months. That's the limit for the stored videos. No tent.

No people entering my house. No footage of her and her boyfriend staring into my house. That being said, there's one Wednesday with no footage because the battery had died and I forgot to charge it. But I was home. There's only one Wednesday that I went out of town, but I left after 4 p.m. and returned in less than 24 hours. I still feel like this is pretty solid evidence of no tent. But I have to allow for the fact that the cameras were not fully.

operational. Number six, the cat is slowly getting better. That we had a setback today when she peed in the kitchen after the gardener scared her. She is consistently using the litter pan I set up for outside with no problem. She just refuses to use any litter pan anywhere inside. I have one in the kitchen, one by the front door, one in the pantry, and one in the bathroom. She will only use the one outside. I do think the calming food is helping since we're down to just one accident and it was on the puppy pads. I'm keeping her in the kitchen at night and letting her out before 6 a.m. every day. Hopefully I can eventually get her to use her litter pan inside. Number seven. Raccoon season.

I think my front neighbor use this phrase because it's baby season right now. We have a mom and two kits that hang out in our property. If you've never seen a baby raccoon, you're missing out. They are adorable, so like I said at the beginning, not much of a resolution. At this point, I just want to put the whole thing to rest. I'm changing the locks, so if there are mystery indoor campers or mischievous raccoons with a copy of my key, they'll have to find another locale for their shenanigans. I'll stop questioning the neighbor because she's adamant and now it feels a little weird

to keep harping on it. I'll endeavor to be patient and kind to my cat so that she gets back to her old self. And that's the end of that saga. So what are your thoughts? Do you think it's possible that someone was camping in O.P.'s living room? And the neighbor just saw it and then told her about it? I mean, it's a very weird situation. I mean, the cat acting weird after the fact, that's weird.

The camera kind of going out part of the time. That's also weird. But her also being able to disprove it kind of helps play against the case. that there was some sort of tent camper in there? Or do you think the neighbor is just crazy in wanting to make a, I don't know, make the neighbor paranoid or something? I mean, I have no clue.

It's very, very weird though, and I just don't know who to believe. I mean, who do you believe? Do you believe the neighbor who keeps telling her, hey, you have a tent in your living room or you did when you're gone? Or do you think O.P. is the sane one. And it's like, well, I mean,

there's no reason for someone to do that in less. I mean, you never know. I mean, I really don't know. I mean, I don't know. It's very weird. I'd be a little bit paranoid after her, but hopefully she changes her locks and has no other creepy encounters or anything like that in the future. But very interesting post and unexplainable. But very interesting and on to the next one. Sink randomly full of warm, soapy water. Me and my husband were asleep. originally posted to R slash what do I do

and R slash strange and the post was posted on July 23rd, 2025 and the post reads as follows. Okay, as the title suggests, my husband who's 25 male and I who's 24 female are asleep.

It's currently 1255 as I write this. I wake up to get a drink of water and the washing up bowl is full of warm, soapy water. I wake up my husband and he is just as confused. The pots are from earlier and all dry. We live alone and I always leave my bowl slash sink empty due to flies, Spain. What the fuck? I've never experienced this before. I've had weird experiences here but nothing like this. And then she shares a picture of her sink with a bowl or a tub full of warm soapy water.

And then some of the top comments, Rita's follow. follows. Someone says, oh, oh, oh, I know this one. Get a carbon monoxide detector. And then the opi responds saying, should have saw this one coming. And the opi also gives us an update saying carbon monoxide checked. Not that. Thank God, but also, ah. And then another commenter leaves a more disturbing comment saying, if you have an attic or crossbase, you might want to check them, referring to maybe someone hiding out in the OP's house. And then the OP responds saying, we have no attic or basement, and we live in a two-bedroom apartment. We have checked the rooms and nothing. Check the locks just to be sure. We do have a few crawl spaces, but too much furniture

to check. And then the OP gives us an update. And it was posted the same day as the original post, saying, hi everyone. Last night was rough. I didn't. intensely much and was quiet, trying to figure out if anyone breaking in or otherwise. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, no signs. New carbon monoxide detector has been ordered, new cameras too. I put a piece of paper in the bowl last night after emptying and drying it. Perhaps to see if there was a leak? I even left the pots the same for context, LOL.

Nothing. I appreciate the helpful comments just to clear up a few reoccurring comments. No. neither of us have a history of sleepwalking and no neither of us have a history of drug use or sleeping medication smiley face and then the op he gives us a second update in the post reads as follows carbon monoxide battery changed slash checked still all clear we have also ordered a new detector just to be sure we have checked our house and we cannot see any unlocked doors or windows that need detention. We don't own any attic or basement, but we do have a few crawl spaces. Husband is going

to check this out with a buddy tomorrow and make sure it's all clear as well. As the attached house belonging to my in-laws, they are away for a while in the UK. The only people will have access to our apartment with the key, etc. Thanks guys. We'll update tomorrow. And then the OP gives us a third update, four days later, saying, Hi everyone. Sorry I didn't update. Sorry I didn't sooner. Had a lot of abusive messages which made me not want to post anymore, but I also know there are people here genuinely curious and supportive. To answer common questions, I have checked the monoxide detector, twice, and even replaced it. We are safe and that is not it. We also have no dishwasher. We don't take sleeping pills or any drugs. As I stated it a couple days ago,

we searched our flat, and my husband and parents adjoining house with some friends. Here's the weird part. area is clear as expected. We don't have a attic or basement. But we also searched the house connected while his parents are away in the UK for a while. Turns out the upstairs loft had an old mattress, which looked used despite being left as a spare, bottles of what looks like pee, and some empty wrappers, etc. Nobody was up there, but we alerted police who came to check it out. They helped us call a locksmith and search the house completely and our apartment to nothing. We hope whoever it was isn't able to come back. I think this will be my last update unless there's some more updates or if the person returns.

So it ended up being that someone was living in the O.P.'s house or the connected house. How terrifying is that? And then there was some top comments. Someone says, yeah, they were probably bathing in that hot soapy water. That's what I commented on your other post. Them moving around is what woke you that night. How terrifying is that? Someone else says,

Oh my God, this is horrifying. Someone else says, I had a feeling that was it, damn. Glad to hear you're safe and you've contacted police and locksmith. And I'm so sorry people are being mean. Thank you for leaving this update and not avoiding posting again because of other Reddit users' poor social skills. Someone else says,

this is genuinely horrifying. How are you feeling? And then the OP replies saying, Pretty paranoid and shaken up, to be honest. We've changed all the locks and we're staying at a hotel for a couple nights just to be sure and process everything. My main concern is if whoever it was knew we were asleep only a couple doors away, what was the water used for? Where were they when I made my original post and sat up for hours reading comments slash advice? Chills. Oh my God, that is actually so scary. Yeah, that. That is a good question by the OP. Where was the person when OP came out?

Oh my God, how scary is that if the guy or whatever was watching her scroll through comments and stuff like that? So scary. And then someone else replies to the OP saying they were likely bathing or cleaning their clothes or bottles when they heard you wake in the middle of the night. Terrifying thought is this is probably not the first time. only the first time they've been caught. And yeah, this is genuinely horrifying. This is like my worst nightmare ever. So, yeah, this was a very chilling post to read for myself.

And yeah, that's just insane. How long was this guy doing it? And hopefully the OPs are right now. Hopefully this guy kind of learned his lesson and got the hell out of there. And hopefully he isn't in someone else's attic or whatever. Yeah, this is a good, you know, PSA. Check your addicts. Check your crawlspace.

Check your basements. Who knows if somebody is living down there? I don't mean to make you guys paranoid, but yeah, I don't know. These stories are a good reminder to just be careful and, you know, aware of your home and if anyone's lurking around. Very scary post, but very interesting.

On to the next one. Someone plays carnival music in our yard late at night. Originally posted to R slash creepy encounters. In the post reads as follows. This is going to sound bizarre and made up, but I swear on my left n-h-h-h that this happened and there are several witnesses. Even if I can't explain why someone would do this, I am fairly positive this isn't anything paranormal.

I live quite a distance off the road in an unremarkable house on private property. My neighbors are all older family members who go to bed extremely early and whose children are already grown and out of the house. In summary, there are no mischief makers to play pranks on us here. A few months ago, my mother and I stayed up late one evening, watching television together. Around 3 a.m. I turned the television off and decided to go to bed. As I was leaving the room, I began to hear what sounded like carnival music playing outside of my house in the front yard. It was loud and close. My mother heard it too. And immediately, went to the window to investigate. She couldn't see anything but darkness. Everyone else was either

asleep for the night or away on vacation. The lights were off in all their houses, and none of them would be caught dead listening to anything but country music anyway. We were miles from the nearest city, so it wasn't the product of noise pollution. You can hear when a car is pulled up in the yard, but there was no sound of a car. The silence where we live is usually deafening. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears. Where did this song come from? Who was playing it? And why? I was very unsettled by the idea of a stranger in our yard playing carnival music. As such suggests malicious intent. My father and uncle later mentioned that 20 years ago when my parents first moved in, the electrician had come to install a ceiling light and stopped in the middle of his work

saying he could hear Pink Floyd playing in the front yard. Neither my father nor uncle could hear it. My father is a bit hard of hearing, and my uncle is much older, so they laughed it off and thought the man was insane. But the electrician was freaked out. He kept opening in the door and trying to find the source of the noise to no avail. Then it hit me. The song I had heard that night was Pink Floyd's Cirrus Minor,

the part that sounds like carnival music. I played the song from my mother, and she began freaking out saying, Yes, yes, that's what I heard. Who the hell sits in my yard at night in 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere playing the same song, which isn't even a popular song, 20 years later, with no car. Where did they come from? They would have had to walk several miles to get out here.

Aside from this, the only other strange thing we experience that would suggest an intruder? We feel and hear knocking on the living room window late at night around the same hour. Sometimes so intense that the entire wall of the house is rattled and it sends the couch against it into a reclining position. There are no nearby trees to tap the glass and no animal except a human could possibly reach it. Fortunately, this has stopped over the last few weeks. Update 1. Several months ago, I posted about my experience with an unwelcome visitor who knocks on our windows light at night. If you'd like to read that post first, here's the link to the original. This is an update on the situation, as many people have requested. Shortly after my

first post, I had almost convinced myself our intruder was gone, when, as I was staying up in the early hours of the morning to finish a bit of homework, I heard a noise in the yard just outside. my bedroom. I sat there listening, but could only detect something like machinery. It was not a sound that I recognized. I couldn't imagine what was causing the noise unless the air conditioner was misbehaving. But once it had quieted down, I finished working and went to sleep. About two nights later, I heard loud grinding around the same hour, but again could not determine the source, however alarming the volume was. The following morning, my father discovered someone had sabotaged our air conditioning unit

by first removing a piece of its inner machinery and later throwing it into the van while it was spinning, effectively destroying its blades and a few other pieces. The part had presumably been taken the first time I was disturbed by activity in the yard and thrown back in the second time. I noticed it only because the outdoor unit is mounted. against my bedroom. We thought initially that the piece, and forgive me for my ambiguous language, as I'm not technology savvy, had loosened by itself and broken down, but we called a repairman who begged to differ. He was surprised by the degree of damage and insisted he had never seen

it happen naturally, suspecting someone had removed several screws and tampered with the unit. He thought my father had attempted to work on it and caused the trouble, but of course he had not. A few days after the damaged parts had been fully replaced, my mother was leaving for a doctor's appointment when she began yelling and called the family into the yard. Our electric box was opened in the night and left a jar as if someone had been trying to find a wire to cut our electricity or disable a suspected indoor security system. We had been outside several times since the repairman finished the work, and we are certain he closed the electrical box if he ever even opened it. We have weathered several severe hurricanes here, and winds are not strong enough to open our electric box. A person had to have done it. Weeks passed without incident.

My parents opting to overlook these concerning happenings. My father tried to explain the air conditioner as a freak occurrence. They purchased a new gun and did little else. Towards the beginning of the summer, my grandfather mentioned that, a couple weeks prior, when we were on vacation, He'd seen a red jeep drive the lengthy distance from the road through our private property to our house in broad daylight. He didn't recognize the driver, but approached and questioned him. The man claimed he was looking for a woman that lived in a trailer.

The person he claimed he was looking for had the name of a family friend that lives hours away from us. The man was behaving strangely, and my grandfather was not convinced by a story. He ordered him to leave immediately. Our family that lives around us on the farm is reinforcing their doors, installing extra locks, and keeping their children out of their yards until we find out what's going on. They won't even let them walk home from the bus stop anymore. I had stopped worrying over it as much because I've been preoccupied with moving to a new state,

but the old knocking returned this evening at 10 p.m. My parents were watching television together when they heard it. They turned on the porch lights and peered up the peephole of the back door to investigate, but saw no one. At 3 a.m., I was awake watching television, when it sounded as if someone forcefully punched the glass of the usual exposed window. I covered it with a blanket as I always do. An hour after I covered the window, I began to hear loud noises from our back door porch off of the kitchen, as if someone had stepped onto it. However, it was briefly lived. They apparently weren't walking around, but simply standing there.

About 10 minutes after, I heard yet more knocking, except this time it wasn't on the exposed living room window, but further down the wall, the window was on next to the couch. It was three knocks, forceful enough to rattle the wall a bit, but not so much the couch moved. This is more alarming because it suggests the trespasser lingers here for several hours at a time, posing many questions. Are we being watched for an opportunity? to force entry? Hasn't the opportunity already risen to the past and they never took it? Are we being stocked? Do they gather here to drink and get high on the property and then decide in their stupor it'll be funny to antagonize us? Why is it only our house that is targeted and not the other

houses on the farm? Why do they walk several miles to come here? Their behavior is escalating. Will they eventually take things further? I woke my mother and we sat awake together and we sat awake together and until the sunrose to keep watch. We compiled a list of happenings here that suggest our trespasser visits more frequently than they knock, despite no one in the family smoking and anyone who does smoke living too far away for us to smell it. We often deal with the strong scent of a cigarette around windows or the front and back doors of the house. This happens at our bedroom windows with alarming regularity. Other times it's strange cologne or a chemical stench like a fresh perm. We of course remembered how my aunt's dogs will bark intensely at odd hours of the night, like they do when a stranger visits,

and the motion detecting yard light has previously come on when no one is home at my grandfather's. My mother and I are going to walk around the perimeter of the house in the morning to look for cigarette butts and will try convincing my father we at least need security cameras outside, even though I think we should involve the police at this point. He's been too indifferent to everything that has happened, and it makes it challenging to be proactive about our safety. And then before we get into the next update, there was a few interesting comments

on this second update. Some commenters said, I work closely with law enforcement. You might be dealing with crystal heads. And I know it's annoying. I can't say the real word, but you understand what I'm saying if I say crystal with drug.

And then she continues. Based on the information presented in both posts, starting with cigarette slash chemical smell. You mentioned a strong fresh, perm aroma, that smell is most likely crystal. It might also smell like sweet burning plastic. As for the cigarette smell, crystal addicts are notorious chain smokers. Pink Floyd track. If it's constantly on repeat, then it might be someone who needs a constant familiar sound. Crystal causes visual and auditory hallucinations that leads to severe paranoia and psychosis,

which might be why they keep playing that song. Next, sketchy, dude in the red jeep. Usually people case in a home for burglary will attain some information about family, i.e. names of distant family members slash friends as an excuse if ever questioned. In your post, you mentioned that the opportunity for burglary has risen and not seized, suggesting that they're watching and waiting but not interested in regular theft items, for example, money, jewelry, iPads, TVs, leading me to. Broken ACs. unit, sabotage would be anyone's first guest, but most likely they would be looking for copper. Depending on your AC unit, some higher end units actually have gold pieces instead of copper.

However, both are valuable for resale. Tampered electrical box, some electrical boxes have diagrams and schematics of the wiring and where it leads to. Again, copper wiring is pretty valuable. Unexplained knocking. Could be coming from underneath your home or roof. if these people are in fact trying to steal copper, but you would have noticed that by now. But they might be hiding something on your property, which would explain the knocking by either forcefully inserting slash retrieving from hiding spot.

Lastly, no sounds of vehicles approaching? You suggested they walked, which might not be too far. My theory, these people are more than likely cooking crystal somewhere off of your property, possibly in an RV like Breaking Bad or more likely in the trunk of a car. Your home might be the closest structure to their cook site. They possibly started entering your property to steal water from your garden hose, but their activities escalated because there was no apparent sign that you improved your home security. Again, this is just a theory based on the information presented in both posts.

A very interesting theory by the commenter and a well-written post, and then the OP responds to this saying, this is an almost perfect explanation. Thank you so much. While there aren't a ton of places to have an entire crystal lab on the property, suggesting it's an offsite, there are many places where things could be hidden,

including under our house. The crawl space is accessible from the outside. We distinctly hear the window receive an impact, though, and today as I walked around the perimeter of the house, I discovered that the netting on the window, and no others, has a huge rip in it from something hitting it. My dad claims it has been that way since I was in junior high, so the knocking itself may have been going on for a lot longer than originally thought. No one stayed up late enough to really notice it, though until I became an adult.

Additionally, we know that drugies used to get high in the fields a few miles away because one wandered here while high on crack when I was very little and asked to use our phone. I'm not sure if that's related or not because the man is now in prison for assault, but we know nothing of the friends he was with. In your professional opinion, should we call the police? I don't think we can prove that a crime has been committed yet, with the exception of the air conditioner tampering a few months ago. But your idea sounds so spot on that I'm very concerned something worse is bound to happen. I'd award you gold, but silver was all I had. And then the commenter comments and replies to the OP saying, you're far too far too.

kind of give me silver, you humble me. You are absolutely correct. A crime technically has not been committed. The most of the authorities will do at this point is recommended. You get security cameras installed, which is a good idea. Bring doorbells for both the front and back doors. However, that's simply to prove anything wrongdoing. I recommend you get motion detected floodlights along with the cameras. Another theory just came to mind they are possibly stealing slash using your electricity to power their cook sites, which, explains the tampered electrical box more. These people might not be going anywhere unless caught or scared off.

Buy a new lock for the electrical box and chain it closes well. Some say a large dog will make any trespasser second guess themselves, and as a large dog owner, I agree it works. But Stinky is a part of the family, so I wouldn't put him in any danger. I wouldn't face myself. But discharged ammunition rounds scattered on the property is my personal choice for intimidating to trespasser. Also, familiarize yourself with the firearms in your home, storage, accessibility, reloading, and aiming.

I read a comment suggesting a booby trap. I do not endorse such a method, but a bear trap placed in the inside of your crawl space underneath your house is not considered a booby trap, especially if the yard is well lit, hence the floodlights. I also read your concern of a trespasser suing if harmed on your property, which to an extent is true. Fortunately, if the trespasser is harmed in your cross space, is easier to prove malintent. Simply enough, they are not a repairman. And there's no reason a repairman would be working at that hour and unannounced. You need to show that you're not afraid, and if any does decide to trespass slash tamper, it won't be easy.

And then the OPE replies to this saying, The motion is detecting light is a really good idea. The one at my grandfather's goes off when no one is supposed to be a lot. home. Someone stealing our electricity also makes sense. I'm still wary about placing booby traps because my aunt lets the one well-behaved dog she has visit during the day, and I don't know if she climbs under the house sometimes. I wouldn't want her to get hurt. I'd also worry about the toddler that lives on the farm getting away from his mother and climbing up under the house if they were outside together. And yeah, I would agree with the O.P. I don't think placing booby traps is the best idea,

but cameras and the floodlights, probably a good idea. And that was a lengthy, lengthy comment section. So let's get into the update two. I've previously made two posts about a person that visits their yard late at night in the early hours of the morning to harass us. They stand on the porch, tamper with our outside appliances, beat on the windows, break into our electric box, and repeatedly play an obscure song by Pink Floyd called Cirrus Minor.

This has been going on now since before I was born. I'm currently 21 years old. This is the resolution to that situation. We believe the culprit has been apprehended and arrested. If you'd like to read my previous post about this experience, here they are in chronological order. Despite the insistence of myself and other Redditors, my parents never installed security cameras.

My father remained resistant to the idea, most likely because he wasn't willing to admit that something was amiss. In the beginning, he complained about the cost, the possibility of hackers, and the difficulties with mounting a camera. He eventually promised to borrow someone's trail camera, but he never broached the subject with them. I moved to another state, and the need for the camera was no longer at the forefront of my mind.

But when I remembered and received my new debit card after some unfortunate identity theft, I offered to pay for one. I told my father that I would personally buy a camera or two and have them delivered. Only then did he confess that he was afraid of seeing something spooky on it. He had the childlike idea that if he never saw anything happening, the problem would resolve itself. Despite all odds, the problem did resolve it. Not long after I moved out, my grandfather, who lives in a separate house on the same farm,

came home to find police cars in his driveway. An officer approached him and asked if he owned another house on the farm, and he needed to speak to the landlord about his tenants. The house in question is occupied by a late relative's widow, who has a lifetime estate. My grandfather explained that the property is a part of the farm, which is owned collectively by him and his daughters. Because of this, he was permitted knowledge of what happened there.

The officer explained everything. Apparently the widow, who is quite old and infirm, used the death of my relative as an excuse to move in her chronically unemployed, drug-addicted family, among them her daughter, her son-in-law, her son-in-law's brother, and her nephew, because they don't own their own separate cars, and we seldom visit the widow. She stinks and is generally unlikable, so we social distance around her before the person. pandemic ever even began. This transition went undetected. Shortly before my grandfather had returned home that day, the police responded to a 911 call from the widow. Her nephew is apparently involved in a gang and has violent tendencies. Some conflict arose in the household, probably related to how many drug addicts were stuffed together under a single roof for 24 hours a day. All we were told is that the nephew was becoming violent.

When the police arrived, they realized there was an outstanding warrant for his arrest. He was wanted for, guess what guys, making crystal, which interestingly, commenters on my last post

blamed for the stench we had been smelling, and we went over that. And for assault. The nephew was hiding from the law at the widow's house. This is the reason his presence was concealed from us on the rare occasions

that the widow was outside her home and we spoke. He was removed from the home and arrested by the officers. Ever since then, there has been no strong chemical odor outside and no knocking on the window late at night. We suspect he was aware of this farm long before moving in and it was his go-to spot for recreational substance use. The widow is around 80 years old and had her first child at approximately 13 with her first spouse.

So her nephew is elderly himself and would have likely been doing substances and playing his pink Floyd music here 21 years ago too. We're thinking he would occasionally spend the night at the widow's house over the years and walk towards the fields near us to do substances. It makes sense since we never heard a car accompanying the knocking noises because he doesn't own a car and the house is not far since it's a part of the farm. The only incident that remains unexplained is the man who drove to our house when we weren't home and asked my grandfather about a family friend that lives hours away. I wonder if they were looking for the crystal head and were told to give some sort of code to make sure he was at the right house. The name could have just been a coincidence. I had an internet incident a few months ago that suggested some stalker-ish activity,

but that is probably unrelated. I apologize for updating you all so late. I'm satisfied with this explanation since there's been no repeat occurrences after his arrest. And wow, that was a 21 year story that was not really solved. I mean, not a 21 year long Reddit post,

but still, that guy has been making Crystal around that house for 21 years. Crazy, crazy story and super creepy. I mean, it started off with just hearing the circus music and yeah, that was creepy in of itself, but then someone knocking on the window that always freaks me out and all these other things. That was a crazy story.

Good job on the commenter who guessed it was a guy making crystal. Crazy guess, but good online detective work. And yeah, I really enjoyed that story and that thread. It was unsettling, but luckily it's resolved. And hopefully that guy doesn't come crawling back, making crystal under the house once again. But we'll have to see. my stepfather killed my mother and then committed S word.

I don't know what to do. I don't really know what to say. The police just showed up in front of my door and told me my stepfather killed my mother. Thursday, July 23rd, 2020. I know this doesn't sound real. I have my boyfriend and my best friend here. I've known this for about two and a half hours.

It still doesn't seem real. I don't really know what I want to accomplish with this post, but I swear it is real. It's 3.51 a.m. in Berlin right now. We were trying to finish watching the movie that we started before the police rang at my door. I don't know what to do. Edit. The police just called me. My stepfather committed S word.

I wish I could destroy him. Right now, I just feel empty. And also, before I continue on with this story, I'm not saying S word to be disrespectful. I just have to say that in order for you guys to even see this video. Go to the Patreon for uncensored videos and that sort of stuff. Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Not trying to be disrespectful, but just have to preface that before I finish on with this story. And anyways, the OP edited the post again.

So edit two. I don't even know why I'm posting here. I'm usually just a lurker. I guess I just want somebody to know. I feel like the whole world should know. My mother is the most amazing person, and she had always been my idol. I just, I don't know how to feel. I'm in our apartment, and I feel like everything I see is her.

My evening started so different. Everything started so different. I haven't slept yet. I don't know how I will, though sleeping is usually my talent. Mom wakes me up every afternoon if she feels like I'm sleeping too long, since I moved back in during the pandemic. Update. My stepfather killed my mother and then committed S-word. I don't know what to do. Posted Friday, July 24th, 2020. And this post was originally deleted by the OP, but recovered through the wayback machine.

And the post read as follows. Hello. My last post got capped, so I made a throwaway account. It's been about 24 hours since the police stood in front of the door to my mom's in my apartment and told me that my mother is dead. I've cried so much today. I feel like it's been an ocean of tears. So much that I just feel empty now. I miss her. So fucking much. It still just feels like a bad dream.

This can't really be real. Her death was on the news and I saw a picture of a body in a blue body bag being rolled into the back of a wagon. That is my mother. In that bag. Oh my God. I'm going to run down what happened again. Maybe this will make it more real for myself? I don't know.

My boyfriend and I were in the park playing Speedman on Wednesday evening when my mom called me and told me she'd be coming home. I asked her if everything was okay and she said yes. Not to worry about it. And my boyfriend was still welcome to come over if he liked. I told her okay. I would see her in a moment. We both went home and she wasn't there.

I wasn't worried. My stepfather and my mom have been together for a while and they're very much in love, but they can fight a lot sometimes. They always make up very quickly. I tried calling her several times to know if she wanted dinner and sent her text messages, and texted and called my stepfather as well. They didn't answer. This wasn't so unusual either. I thought they just made up. I'm guessing by this time he had already stabbed her. I feel sick writing the sentence. The police showed up at 3 in the morning, informed me, stayed in the apartment while my boyfriend called my best friend, who rushed over with a taxi. Everything is kind of a blur from then on.

I remember sitting down to write the Reddit post because I didn't know how to feel or what to do, and I guess I wanted to scream my pain into the internet void. At that point, my stepfather hadn't committed S-word yet. He had taken his car up into the countryside, where my mother has a tiny little house at the lake, which is her pride and joy, with her garden. Both of them went up there, every weekend together. He committed Sward there. The fucking bastard.

I've never been so angry in my life. I loved him. He was a part of my family. We got along really well. Some part of me wishes I could strangle him or scratch his eyes out. I just want a scream in his face. How he could do this to me. To her, my lovely mother.

Fuck, she is such a fucking light. She is such an incredible person, and we are so close. I told her everything. And not just because she's my mother, she is truly an absolutely amazing person. Everybody who met her loved her. I stayed awake until about 6 a.m. I smashed a few glasses.

I cried a lot. We finished watching the movie. Today I had to call all the people. My grandparents, her brother, her friends. I had to call my stepfather's children in the UK and tell them what happened. I can't imagine how hard it must be for them. My mother was the victim. Their father was the murderer.

I feel so bad for them. I've gotten so many calls and messages from people who are offering to help me in any way I need, who cry on the phone and ask me if this is real. to have to tell people over and over again what happened really wrecked me, especially my grandparents, my granddad. I don't know how he is going to get through this. He just kept screaming. No, no, not my mom's name.

I have to go to the police today to give a statement, probably talk about their relationship. I have to be there in four and a half hours, and I haven't really slept yet. I can't really eat either. I just feel like throwing up. Just thinking about food. I wanted to thank you all for the comments on my first post.

I know we don't know each other, but I'm just some faraway voice on a screen with a terrible fate, but I did feel better reading your hugs and encouragements. I will have to think about getting a lawyer. My dad is sleeping in the other room. We're going to have to figure out how to go from here. Some part of me honestly doesn't see a point anymore. There's so much pain in my life.

I've had so many bad experiences. I got through a R-word and a drug problem, and everything was on its way up. And now this. But I love my mom more than anything, and I can't disappoint her. And I'm going to need to be here for my dad and me. I'm sorry for the long text. I just feel like I need to get something out. I feel so lost and empty.

I miss my mom. Monday. August 17th, 2020. Hello, I guess in some way. I wanted to give you people an update on what has been going on with me. When I posted my first post, I was slightly drunk. It was the night that police showed up at my house and rang the doorbell, and I was confused. All of your messages, messages from random strangers, help me in some way.

I'd like to thank whoever sent me that poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Do not stand at my grave and weep. We use that for the invitation to her party. And also, Bianica, who painted that beautiful person. painting of her, which she sent me by email. Thank you. And then the poem, I'm not going to read it here just because it is quite lengthy, but I'll have it on screen so you can read it. It's a beautiful poem. And then the post goes as follows. Also, fair warning. This might be quite a long post. This might trigger someone and I've been writing this post over several days as more information

keeps trickling in in the picture of that night is becoming clearer and clearer. I think I'm also mainly writing this for myself. What happened that night, the 23rd of July, is just still so surreal. I'm sitting at my mother's desk right now, in her little office in our apartment that I grew up in, in Berlin. Her presence in some way is all around me. It has been 23 days since the police showed up in front of my door at 3 in the morning and asked if they could come in, since my stepfather committed S-word. Everything has been so confusing. It's all sort of a mixture between crying,

screaming, yelling, throwing things, and just emptiness. I go through phases. Someone linked the famous post about grief and God, it's so accurate, and it's really hard to cope. Since that night, I haven't ever actually been alone. This is somewhat exhausting to me in some ways,

but probably also very important. I'm going to go through the series of events and facts because I also want to set it right. Since the media, since some of you found the articles online and connected the dots, there is so much false information. It's hard to believe. My mother and my stepfather were together for eight years, and he has only been living in Berlin since then. He has children from his previous marriage. That is all I will say. I am my mother's only daughter. He did not call me and confessed to what he did, as to the same. He did. As he was, many report. But he called some vaguely mutual friend who he walks his dog with sometimes. This was

sometime after 11 p.m. At this point, he was already up at the summer house. It takes about one hour and 45 minutes to get up there. This means my mother had been dead for about two hours. It says so in the police report as well. The summer house did not belong to my stepdad, but to my mom. She poured all of the little money she had and renovated it by hand. It does not in any way belong to him. The police showed up on my mom's and my apartment late at night. They didn't know the address of where he might have gone and were also worried he might come and harm me since he had the keys to our apartment as well. I was watching a movie with a friend of mine. I posted on Reddit a few hours later. The news articles started coming out the next day, connecting my stepfather to a celebrity.

I posted because I needed help. This celebrity and my stepfather are by no means friends. They are acquaintances, and there is no reason for him to be brought into any of this. That was Wednesday night slash Thursday morning. On Friday, I was at the LCA, criminal police, and gave a three-hour statement about them and their relationship. This next part is about my feelings and mainly about my mom. Feel free to skip it. Since then, my whole world has been turned upside down.

My mother, the person I honestly loved most in the world, was just torn from me. It feels like I have this big bleeding hole inside of me. I'm not crying all the time. Sometimes I feel okay, but more like empty. My mother has been with me my whole life. The whole 21 years, and I'm not just saying this because she is dead. She is honestly the best mother you could wish for. She is goofing and caring.

Her laugh is infectious, and she has such integrity. She's the most animated person. When she tells a story, she will get up from the table and gesture all around. Her eyes are so shining. I think I might show some pictures of her because I want people to recognize her beauty. I want the whole world to know she's gone. Because this is an honest and devastating loss of the world. Believe me.

She is so talented. She got her bachelor in art of history in America. She has worked odd jobs all of life. She's always been a hippie. When I was little, she started working at this English language summer camp in Thuringeren in Germany, and she used to take me there for many weeks with her, on a hill, on a farm, in the middle of a giant forest. She's a magician in the kitchen. She can open the fridge door and magically make something out of the leftover ingredients that nobody would ever think tastes good.

Noodles and carrots anymore? She likes to make everything herself. She would let milk go bad and make her own ricotta. I have a thousand jars of her homemade chutneys and jams. She baked her own bread years before the pandemic. She made her own vinegar, her own syrups and alcohol, and her hot sauces are legendary. I used to come home and open the fridge door,

and I'd ask her which of the many bowls she had covered with little plates were edible, and which weren't ready yet. Since she's dead, I have found so many started experiments of things I don't even know what they are. I wish I could ask her. are so many things I wish I had the time to ask her. And then the emotional part continues for a few more paragraphs. And I just wanted to read a little bit of the emotional part because I think it's important to understand what OPE is going through. I think this post and threat in general truly is something obviously disturbing and horrible, but it's insightful to what it's like to go through

something like this. And I think it's important to understand who the victim was. and it's just horrible, but anyways, back to O.P.'s thread. It's important to perface that I knew their relationship, or to be more exact. I was the closest to both of them together, and it's important to understand that he wasn't some creepy, abusive, scary bad guy. I loved him. He was like a best friend to me. When he came into my mother's in my life, I took him in with open arms. I've confined in him. I've told him secrets. We've had, or, running jokes. We made bets with each other that I usually won and he had to pay up. He was my family.

This makes me feel just as conned. I feel cheated. I feel like I've been blind. I've had bad fights with them as well and I knew about their fights but I didn't see this coming. Not even a little bit. I would never put my mother in harm's way. I guess this is why she must have kept things hidden for me. The murder happened in his apartment. They had separate apartments. And afterwards, he drove his car up to my mother's country house that they've all spent every weekend at. Hunting mushrooms, planting and building things, going swimming in the lake that's right in front of the door. This was their refuge, and I'm assuming this is the reason he went there.

Since the day this has happened, I've always assumed he blew up about something. lost control and he killed my mother while he wasn't clear-headed. This is what made sense to me. Then he committed S-word because he killed my mother because he didn't know how to continue. But the more time goes by and the more facts we uncover, we being my mother's friends and I, not the police, the more it seems it was the opposite, that he killed my mother because he wanted to commit S-word

and that he was covering something up. Since the night the police showed up, they've been asking me if I could know where their laptops are. They both had a laptop, and both are missing. They found the empty cases, but they're gone. This sparked suspicion in us. His phone is gone as well. My mother's is not.

The police gave it to me. Then there are the other facts. Despite what is said in the media, She didn't have multiple stab wounds in her chest. There was only one very precise and very small wound that caused her death. He only let someone know what he did after he was up at the house. When he arrived at the cabin, he apparently parked normally, even greeted one of the neighbors.

The pieces are falling into place. That this was cold-blooded. I don't really know why I'm writing all this down in a word document and why I'm going to post it on Reddit, but I need to share. I feel so much hatred and so much anger. I feel it boiling underneath my skin and it keeps threatening to come out. I've smashed so much stuff. I've gotten so angry. Sometimes I snap and I scream at people and other times they just cry and beat my pillows. And sometimes I'm very calm. I can still feel joy. And my mother had this amazing circle of

friends that I've known my whole life and who are supporting me. I saw her. her body in the coffin, and I will never be able to get that image out of my head. She was so tiny. It breaks my heart. I've also slept two nights at the cabin, and in the dark, every shadow looks like my stepfather. I've become scared and started locking my doors at night. Murder used to seem something so far off, something that happened to other people in a different world, separate from mine. But now it's not, and I won't let him spoil her place, her house. I won't let him take that away from her and from me. I refuse. I just miss her. I miss everything about her. It hasn't been that long yet, and all I want is for her to hug me, and say my name, and say she loves me,

and that she thinks I'm an amazing young woman. I want her to cuddle with me in bed, which she did for so many years until I felt myself too old. I want to sit at the kitchen table in the morning with her and have her ask me what I dreamt about last night and have both of us talk about her dreams, for her to talk with me about my story ideas and my poetry, and to talk with her about the book that she was writing and we'll never finish. It just hurts so much. I don't know how to ever get past this. She has always been the most amazing person I know and I can't get over this. I don't know how to get over this. I feel lost.

I feel like I have to grow up very fast now and carry her with me. There's so much more to tell. So much. But I should probably stop somewhere. I would appreciate all advice. Thank you for reading. And then O.P. shares some photos of her and her mother. Very, very sad.

And, um, just kind of makes it more real. I don't know. But yeah, very sad story. And I feel so, so sorry for her O.P. And what she's had to go through. And then she makes another post. Three years later. She said, hey everyone. Imagine my surprise scrolling through Reddit on my living room couch this fine afternoon when I see a little picture of my mom and me in my feed. Was not expecting that at all. And then to look further down and see all of these wonderful. and heartfelt comments underneath. I could not believe it, and I actually started crying again.

This is the reason I reached back out into the void, as I called it. At my darkest time, and Reddit reached back and gave me something to hold on to. When you lose your faith in humanity in that way, I needed the love that came from so many strangers all over and the support. Yesterday was actually my birthday. I just turned 25, so it has been a bit over three years,

and I can't believe that three years have passed. I can't stand to believe that much time has passed without her. Thinking about it makes it hurt more. I miss her so much. Thank you to everyone for worrying about me and wishing me well. I'll give a quick update and one of these days maybe sit down and write something more out. I've been in therapy for almost two years now, and I have a wonderful therapist that helps me greatly.

It took me a while to find her, and there was a lot of trial and error with former things. therapist, but she's amazing and I'm so happy. I have her. She actually says that I have improved greatly in a number of things. I'm a mess. Though my mother's murder is something that I've buried very deep down below in the darkness of my psyche and we haven't quite reached it yet. My therapist says it's more important not to force everything out at once but to go step by step. She says that I'm protecting myself by keeping it numb. I think I agree. I do feel a particular kind of numbness ever since that happened. A few times during a session, we cracked through that wall, and what spilled

out was, well, horrifying pain. So I'm fixing everything else that needs fixing, slowly and steadily, and it's going very well. Now, I feel like I owe this to my mother, since I seem to have a tendency to get myself into toxic relationships as well, and I'm not ready to go down that path any longer. Hence myself taking a break from relationships. I think a comment mentioned that I said that in my podcast. Shortly after my mother's murder, I got two cats, since my mom and I had cats growing up and she loved them so. One of them looks exactly like the reincarnation of her cat Noss, which I know she'd love. I still live at home and I live in her room now, with all of the hundreds of books she collected and my own collection of novels I've added. My father and I held on to each other

tightly throughout these last few years. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him. He's my rock. My father threw himself into working on the cabin. I think he loves being out in nature, but I think he mostly, he also loves feeling like he can do something for my mom. Every time he drives up, he brings flowers, and we have a little picture of her leaning against a tree with a candle in front of it, and he puts them there. I also know my mom would be positively thrilled with seeing everything we've done.

I really feel her up there, and have completely eradicated my stepfather from that place. It started out with stubbornness, but by now I just really believe there's nothing at the house of him, and if there was, it can go and fuck right off. I'll post some pictures with a link later. I'm very lucky because I have some absolutely lovely friends, especially in the past few months I've recognized just how amazing they are and how much support I have coming from there.

Sunday evening, I plan to celebrate my birthday in a park in Berlin, and I was so touched by how many people showed up. I teared up multiple times throughout the night. We spent a lovely night drinking and playing cards against humanity and werewolf. Germans will know what I'm talking about. My closest friends, J, E, and T, helped me so much with setting it up. Tea baked me a cake exactly like my mother used to make me, after very slightly getting me to talk about it a few weeks later.

A lot of bad things have happened in the past few years, I can't lie. But also many good things that I continued to fight on. If you guys are interested, I can give an in-depth report also on what else we found out back then, but I should probably get up off this couch and go enjoy the last Berlin sun rays. This also got way longer than I expected. Thank you all for your lovely comments and well wishes. And I'm glad that disturbing post ended up on a positive note, as positive as it could be. I mean, I can't imagine what O.P went through.

having her mom get murdered and her stepdad commit S word after killing her mom. I mean, horrific, but I'm glad it did end on a semi-positive note. And yeah, I just hope O.P.'s doing well nowadays. On to the next one. O.P. is certain her upstairs neighbor is stalking her through unknown means. Originally posted on R-slash RBI. and originally posted on July 8th, 2021, and her original title reads as follows. Video proof. Upstairs neighbor stalks me.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. I've had a psychological evaluation, can supply proof to mods, 10-minute compilation video, 90-plus pages of time-stamped incidents, and my carbon monoxide detector works fine. Before watching the video, please, be in a silent room. Use headphones. Turn volume to maximum. Person in the unit above. Background. Me. Single, black, female from the U.S. Her. Single, white female from Ireland. I can't even begin to describe how unbelievable and frightening this situation is. It started shortly after I moved into my apartment on September 1st, 2020. My therapist picked up on the fact I seemed uneasy and now. asked if I felt safe. At the time, I had not tuned into my surroundings much, but realized she was

right and I hadn't been relaxing. I'd soon learn why. Inexplicably, my neighbor above would follow me from room to room and hover over me. For example, if I'm in my bedroom, she will already be in the room above it. If I get up to go to my kitchen, she will tail behind seconds after. If I go back to my room, she will do the same, sometimes stomping. She's literally my shadow. For the first few months, she did this nearly every single time I got up to do something, even during more intimate moments, like taking a shower or using the bathroom. Dumbfounded, I asked friends if they'd ever been able to hear their downstairs neighbors. I've never heard them in past places and can't hear those below me now. I took detailed notes for a week before, realizing things weren't a coincidence.

The first person I told was my therapist. She encouraged me to seek out an evaluation, and I did. Not having any history of such illnesses. I never doubted my observations, but still wanted to rule out the onset of something like schizophrenia. I'm fine in that regard. It sounds crazy, but for the longest time I've suspected there might be hidden cameras in my apartment there have been too many things I've done that she's reacted to. That wouldn't be possible without seeing me.

And honestly, hidden camera crimes will become more frequent once people realize how easy they are to get on sites like Amazon. There are already an issue in places like South Korea. Why I think there's more to this. She never, ever leaves her apartment and until May never appear to have any visitors. Those visitors were some of the tenants on my floor. They moved out last weekish. When I complained to the landlord in October,

kept it vague to not seem insane, he told me maintenance was never able to get into her unit. He also said two people lived there and that one was unemployed. Said he would talk to her in person, which I didn't get as we were still in lockdown. Landlord then went MIA in hired property management. Her roommate secretly moved out last year. All the tenants on her floor, floor moved out by June. All units in the building are on September leases with the exception of one. One of the tenants on her floor had a roommate who appeared to move out during the middle of the year. Someone left a bottle of bleach square on my doormat. And then there's an image. This has racist connotations and bleach slash acid attacks are not uncommon in Europe. I suspect

she might have done it. I cannot hear the tenants below me and I could barely hear those next to me before they moved out. The only sounds I rarely hear from my upstairs neighbors are her stomping, smoke alarm, and when she first turns on her shower. This isn't an insulation problem. Never got a signed copy of the lease. This has caused me a significant amount of fear and exaggerated my medical issues. I've lost months of work and have spent nearly a quarter of my lease living with friends. I live very much in fear this person could harm me as they are fixated on me 24-7 and never, ever, leave their apartment. This is an extremely strange situation, and given how folks in my periphery have behaved,

I believe someone knows something. I can't keep quiet about this any longer in fear she might do this to someone else. I'm hoping that by sharing this story, the community might be able to help me with the following. Identify places where cameras can hide slash detecting different types of cameras, Wi-Fi enabled, SD card-based, etc. Any help with this would be much appreciated. Thank you for your time. And now I'm going to play the video,

and I'm just going to play bits and pieces of it because it's like 10 minutes long, so here it is. What are your thoughts on this? You can faintly hear the footsteps in the background, but here, take a listen. And then the OPEA replies to some questions in the comments. The first question being, does she still follow you from room to room if the lights are completely off and it's dark in your

apartment? I find it odd that she follows from room to room if she's watching you with cameras. Maybe she has a tablet with a live feed that she walks around with? Try seeing if she follows you when she shouldn't be able to see you. And then the OPE replies saying, yes, she still follows me even when it's dark in my apartment. I only ever really have one light on because of this. I even shower in the dark. I've wondered why she follows me if she can remain stationary. But I suspect it's because she might be trying to prank me with this.

Also, I assume there's a desk right above my bed. I hear her as she gets out of a rolling chair, and I'm in my room much of the time. So that could potentially be a viewing location. That tip about the car is clever. Unfortunately, I don't have one. But thank you for your helpful comment. And apparently the OP took the upstairs neighbor to court, and someone in the thread said, What did you take her to court for and what was the outcome? It sounds like there's some history

between the two of you. Is she bitter or trying to get revenge? The OP then replies saying, I took her to court to try to get her to stop stalking me. I didn't have video evidence at the time, just my logs. The judge denied the order for two reasons. Number one, he said I could not prove a motive. Number two, she tried to claim her roommate might be the one harassing me, as she, the stalker, works at a physical location. The truth was that her roommate secretly moved out months prior, and my stalker is always home. And then someone else comments asking, Can you explain your interactions with the neighbor at all?

And the OPE replies to this comment saying, I only had one interaction face to face. And that was when I confronted her before taking her to court to see her face. If it's something I've done to her, I would be none the wiser. I've had two people witness some of it, but she toned it down quite a bit when they were here. Even if I whip out my phone to record, she'll stop following me. The police in my area are aware, but just not about the possibility of hidden cameras. I didn't want them to think I was insane and have me committed against my will.

I'd be happy if they could come take a look, but not sure if that's within their domain. And then she continues talking about some other stuff, and then back to some more relevant. She says, back in November, I went up to her floor asking why she'd been stopping deliberately all the time. I was going through a lot and just wanted this to stop, so I was bluntly asked. I only confronted her so that I could match her face with the one I saw on her social media profiles to make sure I had the right person. At first she denied it, but when I told her she'd be getting a letter in the mail, she immediately went quiet. When I went downstairs my unit, she stomped above me once very loudly and didn't bug me for the rest of the day.

The next day or so, she left her apartment and didn't seem to return until a few days after the hearing. And then the OP starts giving updates as to what she does after this original post. The first update reads as follows. Thank you so much to everyone who responded. Feeling supported and validated has been overwhelming in a good way these last few hours. It's been a long road dealing with this and I'm not sure what. what happens from here. At the very least, it might expose a new way people are able to stock others. On the surface, her actions seem comical, but her methods are worrisome. I also appreciate the

skepticism from some posters, because even through all of this, I have to maintain some as well, if only to preserve my sanity. I wasn't able to test for cameras last night, as she stayed up as late as I did, so I ended up falling asleep. I will try again tonight, though. My friend has also just drive this morning and I'll keep this thread updated. Second update. Thank you all once again for commenting. I'll try to get through as many comments as possible to help provide more info. My friend has been working at my place since this morning. I have largely stayed in my bedroom while she has been in another room at her computer. We've noticed the following. When my friend was setting up her computer in the morning, my neighbor came above us briefly before walking away. When I left my apartment for a little

over an hour, my friend said she came above her, stomped for a bit, then stayed mostly silent. She did not follow my friend around, but my friend said she was mostly at her desk and didn't really walk around. When I returned to my apartment, I took a shower. My friend and I heard my neighbor above, near my bathroom, as she stomped periodically throughout my shower. She is above me in my bedroom as I type this. Largely uneventful stuff, but we're keeping an eye on things. I've seen a few comments asking why I'm waiting until nighttime. Given some of the advice about detecting IR light, I figure waiting until it's dark as possible would be ideal. It's also quieter, so I can listen for any sounds. I'll update later once my friend and I do a search.

Thank you all once again for your help. In the third update, reads as follows. My friend and I spent the last two hours, removing light fixtures, checking outlets, small crevices, little holes in the walls, etc. We did not find anything conclusive, but we will search again after dinner. We'll be in the apartment. Fourth update. We searched again and did not find anything. Thank you all for your helpful comments regarding finding hidden cameras. I'll do one last check tomorrow, but still not sure what to make of the situation. Fifth update. A kind Redditor helped me get my cameras back online and checked to make sure no unknown devices were connected to my Wi-Fi. To give more information on these searches we did this weekend,

we, one, removed light fixtures and checked for anything out of place, inspected the many holes in the walls, crevices, etc., checked the vents, outlets, fire alarm, etc., turned off all lights and used our phones to check for any infrared lights. We did not find anything, which, I'll admit, gave me some peace of mind. I know that it's an unbelievable scenario, so maintaining some skepticism is definitely key. I have a few next steps in mind I'll be pursuing. Once again, thank you all so much for your help, comments, and skepticism.

If anything of note happens, I'll create a new thread to update RBI. Have a great week. And then some relevant comments that the O.P. was replying to. One commenter said, Looking at this logically, if there are cameras in your apartment, it means that you either someone has come into your apartment and hardwired cameras into every room of your house, or that someone is regularly coming into your apartment to swap out batteries. Do either of those options sound likely to you? And the OP then replies, saying, your reasoning is very sound,

and I too have thought about how unlikely such a scenario might be. If there are cameras, I doubt they'd be battery powered as the harassment is so persistent. If they're hardwired, How could that happen? I don't see anything obvious, so this too becomes difficult to prove. Believe it or not, her following me around occurred nearly every time I got up to do something the first few months. I leave for a few hours daily, always around the same time, and come home around five or six. I assumed she did whatever in those time periods, but when I was home, she'd be fixated on me.

The part about her staying up is also true. I know it sounds crazy. I've tested this countless times, changing my sleeping schedule. Yesterday I was up later than usual, replying to comments and looking for an opportunity to search, but she would stop every so often, which is how I knew she was still awake. I'm not sure what this person does,

and I being someone who is very introverted, even this perplexes me. I have no idea why someone might dedicate so much time to harass a perfect stranger. As your last question, there have been too many incidents to think this is all in my head. I understand your concerns because it's easy to make a mountain out of molehill. In some sick way, I hope they exist. Just to prove that this isn't all in my head.

Thank you for your comments and I'll make sure to keep some skepticism in mind. And then another comment reads, I don't know what to think except you should trust your gut when something is off. And then someone else replies saying, nope. Believing you're being stalked is one of the most common delusions there is. It's so common. It contributes to the mishandling of cases by police when someone is actually being stalked. Stocking, especially by people you don't know, and strangers is even less common event. Entertaining this stuff is why actual targets end up being killed.

OP has offered nothing to support their claim, but has posted many comments that show mental instability, like at the top of this post, implying that things got weird after posting and that there's a new way to stock them. This person isn't a crisis. And then the Opie replies to this comment saying, The weirdness I mentioned was a series of strange texts I got from an unknown number shortly after I made the post.

I was also up until 3 a.m. and woke up around 6 a.m. to see that my thread was gone. I spoke to a mod who thankfully added it back. Turned out to be an auto mod. I was pretty nervous. after posting the original thread since I'm doing this so publicly for the first time. So I was worried there was a connection. And the OP has never been heard from again.

So what do you think happened or what do you think was happening? Do you think the OP was mentally unstable? Do you think the upstairs neighbor was mentally unstable or just playing a weird prank? Or just like what do you think was happening? Because I have no clue what was going on with OP and what she was going through. In the video, you can hear it. You know, it's very weird. You can definitely hear the footsteps,

but why would the upstairs neighbor just follow directly above her downstairs neighbor or the O.P? So, so weird. And please leave your thoughts down below. And let me know what you think because I'm kind of stumped. I have no idea what the upstairs neighbor was doing. Very, very creepy. O.P. thinks are going insane. The post is titled, I am losing my fucking mind.

posted on September 29th, 2022. And the post reads as follows. I was never one to believe in paranormal shit, or whatever, but I have no idea what the fuck is going on with me right now. And I'm genuinely considering seeking professional help. I live in a really small shared dorm apartment with two roommates. There's this hallway that if you face it, there are two bedrooms to your right,

one bedroom to your left and a closet at the end of the hallway facing you. The bedroom on the left is right next to the closet. When we moved in, my roommate always complained that they got a closet instead of a bathroom like me, and my other roommate had in our rooms. This closet has a bunch of our shared stuff, including my clothes, gifts, keepsakes, whatever. Today I got back from visiting my parents, and I came back to put away some clothes from this closet, but I opened it and saw a fucking bathroom, a bathroom with a toilet and a shower and everything.

I was only gone for two days and we rented this place, so it couldn't have been randomly built or some shit. I told my roommates, but they fucking said it was always a bathroom, and they had no idea what the hell I was talking about. I can't find any of the stuff that was in the closet anymore, even though I had a shit ton of memorable keepsakes in that fucking closet, what the fuck? I spent all day just sulking in my room feeling miserable.

I am not crazy, but that bathroom was a fucking closet just three days ago. I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind. I'm genuinely considering seeing a psychologist right now. And then he posted an update about a month later, and it truly is terrifying and so sad. And the post reads, I have a brain tumor. And that is the last we ever heard from O.P.

And God, that is just, go, just gives me goosebumps. That is so horrible. I, you know, this is unexplainable because we don't know what happened to the OPE after. Hopefully, he's doing all right. But God, I just can't imagine, you know, kind of having a break like that,

where, you know, something isn't as, as it seems. And then you come back and you're like, whoa, this is a bathroom. And then a month later, you realize you have a brain tumor? Jesus Christ, man. That post is just terrifying and so sad. I really hope O.P. is doing better now. But yeah, that's a rough one.

On to the next one. O.P. is completely weirded out and puzzled when her young daughter's tablet begins playing recorded audio of O.P.'s home from one week prior. The strangest part? The tablet was miles away at the time. the recorded conversations took place. I'm not sure if this is the right place to be posting, but I've seen R-slash-RBI help people solve weird technology problems before.

This might sound a little weird, but I promise this is 100% legit, and it's really, really freaking me out. My 6-year-old daughter received a Kindlefire HD for Christmas last year. Never had any issues with it until recently. A bit of background information. My children and I recently moved back home to Pennsylvania. My ex-husband and I are newly divorced.

He lives in Maryland, but comes to have the kids every other weekend. The home that my kiddos and I live in is my 88-year-old grandmothers. She moved in with my parents across the street after being ill and hospitalized in recent months. I run my own home business, and I'm also my grandmother's primary caregiver. About three weeks ago, my parents were watching my kids one evening. When my daughter paused a YouTube video she was watching, she seemed confused. She told my father she could hear mom and dad talking on her tablet through her headphones, but that it was hard to hear.

My dad, a computer programmer all his life, put on the headphones and indeed heard the voices of myself and my ex in a bit of an argument about a television. He had my mom listen, and she heard it too. When my mother pulled out the headphone jack, the conversation stopped. My dad searched through my daughter's entire tablet and could not find any recording apps. I do not have Alexa or any Amazon home products. My dad informed me of it this evening. I knew exactly which conversation slash argument he was talking about.

It had happened about a week prior when my ex was up and dropping off the kids to me. My ex had been and was in Maryland since that day. I thought it was really strange. This morning, my daughter was watching a video. Paused it and said, Mommy, listen. I hear your music. I put on her headphones.

I heard a very low frequency of Prince's beautiful ones in the background. I heard a door open and then my father's voice calling, Hello, hello. About four to five minutes later, I heard myself talking on my phone in the living room. What I described above all happened yesterday morning. I was playing Purple Rain on my record player in the living room. My dad came over to use the facilities. Their water was off for maintenance work.

And he called, hello, hello, from downstairs while I was upstairs. A few minutes later, I had received a phone call and was sitting in my living room talking. I am 100% sure of all of this, as it just happened yesterday. Here's the kicker. My daughter's Kindle was not in the home at the time. It was with her about 40 minutes away at my ex's parents' house. He had them this weekend. And then the OP gives a list of bullet points and so I'll read them out now.

The conversation slash audio are only heard through headphones and seem to play back when videos are paused. I've checked my entire home. I cannot find any type of recording device whatsoever. Focused on my living room where these two, conversations took place, found nothing. The recordings are both from an earlier date. How is my daughter's tablet saving conversations? The low-frequency conversations are not heard every time the Kindle is paused with the headphones plugged in. As far as I know, these are the two

only times my daughter has heard distinct yet low audio. I've not been able to figure out a way to record what I heard. After I heard the conversation from yesterday, that was it. Didn't replay. When headphones are pulled out, the audio stops. Headphones are older, sharper image brand that have had for years. I cannot find any apps, recording programs, saved audio files, or anything out of the ordinary.

Daughter's Kindle somehow has conversation recorded from a time when the tablet was not in our home. I've also searched my entire phone and had my dad look at it. We cannot find any app or program that would be recording. I called my ex, who also just happens to work at the NSA. I felt extremely uneasy about all this and thought that maybe he had planted some type of recording device in my new home. He vehemently denied anything like that,

and in fact was very worried about this. The only link I can think is that the tablet is connected to my Amazon account. Anyone have any idea? I'm thoroughly spooked. Edit. I'm going to add this as my father just reminded me of it, and it's really the only strange occurrence that has happened outside of these recordings. A few weeks ago, a guy showed up at my door.

When I answered it, it was awkward, until he finally said, Hey, I'm here for the swing set, brought the truck. I had no idea what he was talking about. We do have a swing set, but it's almost brand new and in our backyards. I wasn't selling it. The guy then showed me the let-go ad. Sure enough, it was photos of the swing set from my backyard.

He then showed me the messages between he and someone acting as the owner. The person he was talking to gave my address and was asking $200 for it. That person also refused to give a phone number and would only speak through messages. They apparently made plans for this guy to come over that day. disassemble it and haul it in a rented truck i was baffled i felt bad for the guy he never came into the house and my kids were both in the living room near the door when this happened edit two here are the headphones in the kindled fire and then the opi links some pictures of the headphones in kindle fire so people can help speculate what is wrong with it pretty interesting i mean it doesn't look any out of the ordinary

I mean, it's just a regular kids tablet and headphones. But then she goes on and says, the tablet was and has been in that blue case the whole time. The headphones are a sharper image from forever ago. Can't seem to find an exact model of them online right now, but would estimate they were purchased seven to eight years ago. Kindle Fire HD was purchased in November during Amazon's cyber sale. Edit 3.

I talked to my ex once again. He informed whom he was to inform of what I told him in detail. He filed a formal report and is being told he will be contacted tomorrow during the workday. Because his voice was on an unknown recording a few weeks back, this is proper protocol apparently. I called the local borough police station on their non-emergency line. The man I spoke with had me repeat the entirety of this multiple times. He told me to keep looking for recording devices and asked that I call back this evening if nothing is found and that he'd personally come to my home and take a look. Edit 4. The local police are here now.

Now at my parents with the kids as they tear apart my house looking for a recording device. The good news is that they finally came here and are taking this very seriously. I told two of the officers about some of the thoughts slash ideas, some of you guys, mentioned. The not so good news is that I kind of got some shit for asking about this on here. Because this is now going to be considered an active investigation I can't post anymore. At least, not right now. I'll update you guys, what I can, when I can. Thank you guys and gals so much for all your helpful advice, links, everything. Today has been really weird and scary for a now single mom in two kids, six and nine. You all made me feel like I wasn't going to

crazy and seriously gave the most helpful information. The officers have already mentioned turning this into the proper people. I have no idea what they mean by that, but I'm so glad they didn't think I was some weird broad making things up, staying at my parents' house with the kids this evening. And then she gives us an update. A few weeks ago, I posted here to R-slash RBI, and then she gives a quick rundown of what we just read over, how she heard recordings of... two arguments she had, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

And then she says, I got really, really, really great advice from so many of you guys. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. I've received quite a few messages from fellow Redditors asking if there is any update. While the case is still considered pending and I can't be very specific about certain details, I wanted to give a small update on the situation. A device was found in my home the day I posted slash called. rigged under my mantelpiece. I can't be very specific, but the device itself had advanced Wi-Fi capabilities,

a somewhat large amount of internal memory, obviously even more externally. Newer technology and a newer device was told that it appeared to be a very professional job. Long story short, I defended my ex-husband tooth and nail in my previous post. I can and will elaborate much more when this investigation is officially closed, but I can say that I was wrong. Completely, ridiculously wrong, and I feel really stupid. This whole thing has thrown me for a loop. I find myself feeling paranoid and anxious very often. It's getting a little better each day, but I'm definitely looking over my shoulder a lot more often.

This isn't something I ever dreamt I would have to deal with. However, hearing those playback recordings were a blessing in disguise. I would have never known and called the police otherwise. I'll make a final update to when all is said and done. Thank you guys so much for helping a freaked out mama that day. Redditors can be asked hats at times, but are more often knowledgeable, helpful, and caring people. And we haven't actually gotten an update. I mean, this was posted a few years ago, and so we haven't gotten an update since, but

maybe the police told her, hey, don't post this on Reddit or something like that. But hopefully she's well. Hopefully the family's well. But that is a very, very creepy situation. I mean, to have a potential recording device inside your house that you only picked up through your daughter's Kindle with only headphones plugged in, that's a crazy scenario. I'm glad everything's all right. And I mean, I can't make assumptions, but it seems pretty clear who the person who is doing

it was, but, um, yeah, very interesting and very, very creepy. I'm glad she got to figure it out, though. On to the next one. Really weird noises in the Casava fields tonight in Fitzanlok at night. Rabbit dog? Hey guys, I'm kind of freaked out and need some advice. My wife and I just moved to the outskirts of Fitzsandalok a few weeks ago, which is in Thailand. We're surrounded by cassava, corn, and rice fields. It's pretty quiet out here, which is nice, but lately, I've been hearing some weird shit at night. For the past few nights, around 2 or 3 a.m., I've been woken up by these super weird noises coming from the fields.

At first, I thought it was just some dogs fighting or something, but it doesn't sound quite right. It's like this low, guttural, growling, mixed with what sounds like, I don't know, wet shuffling. It's hard to describe, but it's creeping me out. It sounds like squelching, if that makes sense. like wet.

We have large sliding window doors from my bedroom that basically just step out into the yard and my bed is right next to them. We close the curtains tonight, even though there's really nothing around, but it's easy for me to peel back the curtain and look outside. We don't have any street lamps out here or anything, so it's basically pitch black.

But I can see something moving around on the field across the street, which is now just dirt because they harvested the large cassava plants that were there. I mean, it looks like a big dog, but the way it moves is just off, like jerky and unnatural. Its eyes caught some light and reflected, and they were really bright and it scared the crap out of me. The eye shine the animals have, if you know what I'm talking about. But this was dimmer, like it was coming from inside the thing's head. Like if you were to cover a flashlight with a blanket. I opened the sliding door to see if I could hear anything,

and it smelled like a kind of rotting meat smell outside. and I heard almost like a wet sliding sound and grunting. The only thing I can think of is that there is a kind of dog with rabies out here, but it's scaring me because I have a 10-month-old. Is rabies common out in the countryside areas? I know there are a lot of dogs out here and people kind of just let them run around.

I'm worried if there is a rabbit dog. It could spread. Anyone else in Fitzsandah look experienced anything like this? Or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated. And then let's get into some of the top comments. One commenter says, I'm also team wild boar.

I'm from North Germany, and we have them a lot in the woods. They are smelly and loud as hell. You can hear them from 100 meters clearly. Edit, got curious and read about fit sand look, and to my surprise, you guys also have moon bears, tigers, and leopards there. Good luck with a peaceful sleep. Another commenter said,

there are vultures in Thailand. Believe it or not, especially around the next, National Parks. Perhaps that's what you're seeing and hearing, and it would explain the rotting meat smell. The only other thing I can think of is a wild boar. I would look for tracks in the morning and see what you can see. Another commenter said, nah, this is terrifying. I'd be out of there the next morning. From what I know, a rabbit dog should not have any smell at all, and everything else sounds equally terrifying. For your sake, I hope this is just some good storytelling. And then the opi replies saying,

I thought maybe it could just be a dirty or injured or have manes or something. The smell is pretty strong, though. I can only really explain it as rotting meat. I'm not much of a storyteller, ha ha, just explaining what's going on. Hoping somebody might have some insight. We can't really leave since we essentially built a house here and have literally just moved in. And then a commenter says, you're in Thailand, man. the past still lives there, like black magic, ghosts, demons, spirits, good and bad.

I would say it's one of these. Thailand is a place of seers and prophets. And then another commenter says, 100% although this stuff exists elsewhere. In my opinion, Thailand, they have more power because of collective belief in spirits. Blame everyone for giving spirits, Fanta, as a substitute for blood, L.O.L. I don't see it being a bore. It should be obvious with the tracks.

And then another commenter asked, How close were you to it? I just couldn't ever imagine a smell that bad unless it was actually a dead animal. That's in combo with the noises, and it being at the same time, is genuinely nightmare fuel. No actual insight, but I hope you figure it out.

Keep us posted. And then the OPE replied to a few of the comments saying, So we have a small plot of land with about 20 meters between my bedroom window, which steps out into the yard and the road. The road is very small. You can barely fit two cars next to each other on it. And basically, across the road is just fields as far as you can see.

Right now, flattened dirt. But before, it was really tall cassava plants when we first got here. But it was strong enough for me to be able to smell it. And then another commenter says, it's probably just dogs. I am in Petchubun and all the weird noises that hear turn out to be dogs. They get up to some annoying shit in the middle of the night. Edit, I'd recommend getting a motion camera. And then that was the end of that thread.

And then four days later, the OP gives us an update. And then the post is titled, The Noises Are Still Going On at 3am Every Morning. I bought a bunch of CCTV cameras. And the post reads as follows. Figured I'd do a quick update to this original post. I'm really freaking out now. My wife is terrified as well. That weird creature keeps coming around at 3 a.m. or so in stocking the area around the house.

Always just out of view in the fields. Here is a picture of the area the next morning. I don't see any dirt disturb, so I don't see how it's a wild boar. And then the OPE includes a picture of the field in the daytime. And we'll take a look at the picture now. It's just a simple dirt field. I guess, yeah, we can't really see any sort of tracks or anything, but, you know, open field. And I feel like it would be able to be easy to see with a CCTV camera,

but I guess if it's out of the light or whatever, it'd be pretty hard to see any sort of creatures or whatever the thing is. And he says the area across the street where I hear the noises slash see the movement. Okay, cool. So this is the area where the noises are coming from. And then he continues saying, I just bought a bunch of CCTV cameras that can see at night. I'm getting them set up around the property now because we are really scared.

Here's the kind I got. I don't know much about cameras, so I hope these are good. Gotham off a Lazada. I don't know what Lazada is. I guess is a foreign Amazon or something. But he got a hell of a lot of cameras. He got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, six or seven or eight. Very interesting.

Maybe he'll catch it. I don't know. Let's continue. The thing is, though, I actually walked outside this morning with my phone slash light on trying to get it on camera. And it's like the closer I moved, the more it, further away and I could see it vaguely with my naked eye but I couldn't pick it up on the camera but the rotting smell got so bad I got this huge insane rush of fear that I basically ran back

inside and closed the curtains like a baby I was so scared I don't know what this is I don't think it's a bore I will try to get something on camera any advice or similar experiences would be very helpful I feel like I'm losing my mind And then some top comments on the post. Some people say, I hope it's some local landowners trying to scare you away like Scoopy Doo. That'd be really funny.

Someone else said, Skinwalker Ranch Thai edition. I'm glad this guy's getting help by the commenters when they're just joking. Someone else said, I had an experience like you. I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. I heard movement outside the kitchen.

I was convinced it was people. Like Buffalo are all in the stable at that. time. It continued for a few nights and I casually mentioned it to my wife. It was water monitors. She had been throwing chicken skin over the wall. They had smelt it and come to eat. And oh my God, a water monitor is crazy. I forgot like Thailand has all these animals, but a water monitor is this huge like alligator sort of thing. Not an alligator, but it's a huge ass lizard. Yeah, Thailand's got a lot of animals. I think it could be a lot of things OPE's dealing with. But anyways, another commenter said, uh, why don't you just ask your neighbor or someone that has lived there while?

That's a good point. Another commenter said, just a ghost. There are thousands of them in rural Thailand. Go to a shrine with six Red Bull and a Mano soda. Another commenter says, three a m is around witching hour by local beliefs. You can all not believe it, but I have had enough experiences not to knock it. I would talk to locals and maybe get a monk to hold a house welcoming ritual. Another commenter said, several animals could fit this description. Someone said, a wild boar, common in Thailand. They're known for their growls, shuffling through vegetation, and musky odor. Another guess was Asian elephant, while less likely in a cassava field, they're powerful, can make deep growls and have a strong smell. Large civet? These nocturnal

mammals are known for their musky scent, grouse, and varied diet, which can, include crops. Retel, Honey Badger, though less common, they're known for their tenacity, growls, and foul odor when threatened. It's difficult to say definitively without more information. If you're convinced, consider contacting local wildlife authorities for advice. And then another commenter said, have you considered it could be something small, like insects or frogs? They can make very outsized and unnatural sounds. This makes me think it is a lot of something small that makes a lot of noise rather than a single larger creature. When you get close to the nearby one stop, but the further away ones keep going, giving the impression that the sound is just out of

reach all the time. That's actually a really good theory. A recording the sound and posting it might help more to get an ID. And then the OP didn't reply to a single one of those comments, which is a little weird. And then I go to his profile and look for any other updates. And he posts in R slash Ask Psychiatry. And he made a relatively disturbing post saying, is this collective hysteria? I hope this is the right place to ask this. I live in Thailand, and my wife, Thai,

just bought a house in the countryside. And I want to see if we are basically sharing some kind of hysteria or delusion. About two months in, we start hearing weird noises out in the fields. Kasava fields, but now it's dirt because they've been harvested, so it's just flatlands. slash dirt for a long way. At first, I thought it was a rabid dog, then a wild boar, other people suggested other animals. The issue is that it starts at about 3 a.m. every morning. It's a squelching

sound. The only way I can describe it is if you take a wet sponge and constantly keep squeezing it. That wet squelch sound. Following the sound is a stench that smells sort of like rotting meat. I can see the thing moving out in the field, but it's very unnatural, like jerky moving. movements, almost as if it was under a strobe light, if that makes sense. I've seen its eyes. They can reflect light, but that's about it. Kind of like a cat's eyes, I guess. Okay, so here's where I'm starting to think we're going crazy or something. I bought a ton of CCTV cameras that have night vision. I put them all over the house, some looking at the yard, some looking at the field slash road outside the house, just basically

surrounded the house. I was like 100% sure I'm going to catch whatever this thing is on camera. So after we get everything set up, 3am rolls around and the thing is back out in the field, I turn on the app to see if I can see it on the night vision camera we had mounted outside and there is nothing there. I look out with my naked eye and I can see the jerky movements. I look back at the camera, nothing. Not only that, but there is no record. of the sound I hear either. After a few more nights of this, I finally got one of those really strong

flashlights with the crazy bright beams and was determined to go out with my phone and basically shine a light on this thing. So the next morning, I wait. 3 a.m. rolls around on cue and I go out with the phone slash flashlight. But every time my beam hit where it was, it changed locations.

It would suddenly appear on the outside of the beam, just outside of it, or really far away. If I turn it off, it goes back to where it was. So it's at this point I'm starting to doubt my sanity. Like, am I even seeing this? But here's the thing. My wife is seeing it too.

And she's hearing it. At this point, we're terrified, so we started asking some of the neighbors. This is a sparsely populated area. That's basically farmland, and the houses are really far apart. But we went to our closest neighbor. Who is this guy who raises cows and stuff? We asked him about it, and he basically refused to talk to us and shoot us away. He pointed out his cows and said, basically, I don't want to hurt my cows, and clammed up.

My wife and I have an 11-month-old, and we are not getting much sleep anymore. We're constantly scared about this thing that keeps coming around that we can't capture on camera. My question is, could we be experiencing some kind of collective delusion? How can we tell? are there some tests we can take or something to determine if this is in our heads. Thanks for the help and sorry for the long post. So that took a crazy turn. So maybe the OPE is dealing with some mental health issues.

I mean, there's a myriad of reasons why he's seeing these things at 3 a.m. Number one, it could be an animal. Number two, it could be a person out there. Number three, it could be a supernatural ghost or something. And now number four, mental health. So there's a lot of options to see as to weigh. And a commenter says under this post saying, Info, do you have any other reason to suspect mental illness besides this experience?

What stops you from just ignoring it? And then the OPE replies saying, I don't have any other reason to suspect it, no. As far as I know, we're both super healthy. I don't know how I can ignore it. It's pitch blackout here at night. Then this thing shows up smelling, like rotting meat at the same time every morning, making these weird noises across the road,

and now I can't catch it on camera, but I can hear slash see it with my own senses. To be honest, we are both terrified. I don't know how you can ignore something like that. Like, oh, there's some weird thing crawling around 20 meters away again. Guess I'll just go back to sleep. And then someone replies to that saying, sounds like a possibility that you guys have got so anxious about it that in the dark, you are struggling to interpret your senses.

That would be more of an anxiety thing and is way more common than shared psychosis. The timing that precisely on the hour makes me think of someone's farming machinery on a timer. Maybe belonging to the unhelpful neighbor? I would certainly ask other neighbors. And there's a few other comments, but nothing super notable. And that is the last update we've heard from the O.P.

And this was nine months ago. So I have no. no clue, what happens to the O.P. I mean, it is weird that, I mean, he showed proof of buying the cameras, but then he said, I can't see this thing on the camera. And I mean, like, sure, this could be made up, but the way this is all framed just does not seem like a made up story, especially with that second post, because that second post wasn't even in the quote unquote, viral original thread.

This was kind of like a cry for help almost with a few upvotes. So it feels very eerie, unsettling, and odd. I don't know what's going on with the O.P. I mean, like I said earlier, it could be so many different things. Could it be a ghost? Could it be an animal? Could it be bugs? Could it be his own mind playing tricks on him?

I don't know, but it is creepy. And I just wonder what it is. And hopefully O.P. and his family get this figured out because, yeah, you can't deal with that every single night. Waking up at 3 a.m., I mean, not getting sleep, then it's going to probably worsen if it is mental health issues. So very interesting and creepy, and hopefully the O.P is doing better now, but maybe we'll hear an update one day. Maybe we won't. I don't know. Very interesting. On to the next one. Was I kidnapped as a child? Originally posted to RBI and posted on August 12, 2024. In the post, reads as follows. I believe that I may have been kidnapped when I was little. There's a part of my life that is completely blank in my mind. I don't remember anything from the time I was 5 to 6 years old.

I remember things from when I was 3 to 4. I'm currently 21. The only thing that I remember from the time of 5 to 6 is myself crying in a dark room, with only a TV with a few old VHS tapes. Every time I've asked my mother about it, she'd always change the topic and never answered me. She passed last year, so I never got a definitive answer. I tried searching my name on Google, but,

nothing shows up. I've been trying to get in contact with family members from around that time, but either they don't have social media or don't reply to my messages on Messenger. There are a few more family members I'll try to get in contact with. My grandmother of my mom's side never met my dad. She doesn't have social media or a cell phone. But I know where she lives and I'm planning to send her a letter to tell her that I'm planning on paying a visit. It's been four years since I've seen her. I know she's live because I saw her in a picture. posted by a younger cousin last week, I'll ask her what happened because she was living with my mother and I for about three years

from the ages 47. If anyone would know, she would. What exactly happened to me? And then some relevant comments on this original post. Some questions are, does OPE have any pictures or records from their childhood years? And then the OPE responds saying, I do have one baby picture.

I know for a fact that my mother was my biological mother because I was a child. of a DNA test I did shortly after she passed. I believe someone abducted me when I was 5 to 6, and I may have been found in return to my family. I already wrote the letter to my grandmother with a date that I'll be going to her home in Minnesota. I live in Michigan, so hopefully I can get an answer. Another question was,

was O.P.'s dad in the picture? Could he provide any details or someone else from the paternal-slas maternal sides? And then the O.P. said, never met him. One of the only things I definitively remember my mother telling me is that he abandoned her when he found out she was pregnant and she never saw him again. I thought it may have been him, but he apparently was in prison for about three years from 2007 to 2010. I was born in 2003. And the time of his prison sentence happened at the same time of when I was five to six, so if I was kidnapped, it couldn't have been him. It is possible,

but my mom had a good relationship with most of my family. I know for a fact I can get some answers from my grandmother, so I'll update in around two weeks when I visit her. Another question was, could O.P. be sure that it happened when they were 5 to 6? And then the O.P. says, I know it happened around the ages of 5 to 6 years old because I have memories of every birthday since my 3rd,

except for 5 and 6. My only memory from that time was the one I mentioned. My mother would always discuss stories from when I was little with me, except for the ones of me being five to six years old. And then some commenters had theories on what happened. Someone said, Maybe you were put in foster care for her time. Another commenter said,

Was your mother single or maybe a bit absent during that time? Maybe she placed you in a room with a TV to keep you occupied while she was busy with something else? I'm not trying to be harsh with my comment. This is a strange and puzzling thing to deal with. Maybe you can have some counseling and talk through some memories. And then the OP gave us an update on August 26, 2024. I visited my grandmother yesterday.

I'm staying in her guest room, and she told me what happened. My uncle was a severe drug addict and was always trying to get high. It turns out I was indeed kidnapped by him in broad daylight. He picked me up in the front yard and multiple neighbors. saw him. She told me that I was missing for a single afternoon because my uncle was dumb enough to bring me to his home, which was 20 minutes from town. Apparently, he planned to anonymously ransom me for money for drugs or sell me to whoever. Since this happened in a small town of the 2000s and everything was resolved quickly, there was not much news coverage besides from

a small mention in the local newspaper. So, yeah, she also said she disowned him as her son. and last he heard he got arrested for indecent exposure over in South Dakota. Too long to read, my family is fucked up. And then some comments from this. Holy shit, what an update. I'm so sorry that happened to you, O.P. I guess at the very least now you have answers and we'll have to question those memories anymore. And thanks for updating us as well.

We don't always get that here, ha ha. And wow, what an insane post and story, but I just don't understand why O.P.'s family wouldn't tell the OP. I mean, he's 21 years old. I feel like they'd be like, hey, by the way, you got kidnapped instead of just kind of trying to sweep it on the rug. I mean, I know it's upsetting, traumatic, and weird, but still, like, I feel like it's weird that the family just never told him that, hey, you were kidnapped for a day or two back when you're five to six. I don't know. That's just very weird and interesting, but at least, you know, O.P. is fine and didn't get sold off to some other drug addicts, but very, very interesting post and on to the next one.

I shot my stalker tonight. Posted on September 24th, 2014, and this was all recovered with the Wayback Machine. And the original title was, Anyone Had Success with Private Investigators? For the past six months, I have been relentlessly stalked and had threats against my life made from someone I dated for a month. It started with phone calls, upwards of 45 to 50 a day, 50-page text messages and him showing up outside my house at 5 a.m. When I would not comply or feed the negative attention, I began to receive threats, claims that he would murder me and get away with it.

All he would do is have to flee the country, telling me he shouldn't have to force me to be his friend or give him another chance or else. Every time I blocked his number from contacting me, he would then call me from dead. different ones. Try and pretend to be other people or have his friends or sometimes even random strangers he'd ask on the street. I once scared a unsuspecting guy half to death after informing him that the person who had just told them to call me was actually stalking me and I sent him proof. He ended up calling the police on him. He fled, of course. After about two months of that, I was evicted from my apartment building due to my neighbors no longer feeling safe because of his looming presence. I then applied for, and was granted a TPO. A few days afterwards,

I received a picture message of the note that the sheriff's civil had left on the door of my stalkers, then residence, with a message taunting me that, what you are trying to do was stupid, and a restraining order is just a piece of paper. So ultimately, he just ended up avoiding the process server, and simple as that. I was not being protected at all. May 31st of this year, I relocated. This did not deter my stalker. He vowed to find wherever I moved to and threatened that if he couldn't find me, he'd be able to find my family and then proceed to send me a map of my mother's home whom he had never met. I received a message from a woman claiming to be a former landlord, letting me know that I owned a balance on my account,

and to avoid late fees I needed to pay the amount which I would do with the link provided. in the message. Turns out it was my stalker pretending to be a woman and the link turned out to be a tool used to grab the user's IP address when the link was clicked. Upon this discovery, I changed my phone number and began to systematically dismantle any trace of my online presence I once had. This action only seemed to anger him and before deleting the profiles outright, I would attempt to block him from contacting me. Each and every time I blocked one, he simply created a little bit of a little bit of a new one and proceeded to contact me as if nothing had happened. 12 different Reddit accounts, 9 different tumblers, 10 different Instagrams,

3 meetup accounts, 4 Facebooks, with which he changed his location to that of my hometown, and proceeded to add nearly everyone for my graduating class in high school. And even three Duolingo accounts and MySpace. Yes, MySpace. I then received an empty package from him, address to my former residence with the declaration, address correction requested. Do not forward. I'm assuming he thought that the post office would adhere to his requests and return the package

to him with my new corrected address on it. Mid-July, he created a profile using my photos and likeness to threaten my family. When I didn't respond, he proceeded to post semi-nude pictures of me on the profile in attempt to blackmail me into speaking with him. I did not and contacted Twitter to report the accounts and have it removed, which they eventually did. On August 21st, 2014, I woke around 8 p.m. to vigorous knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I look at my window and to see who it is and I was horrified to see my stalker there. I called the police and of course he fled once again. Over seven separate police reports filed.

This incident was followed by threatening emails from my stalker, demanding that I meet him. him somewhere or because he had found me that next time I would wake up to gunshots. And that if I didn't, he would first taser you and arward you in the ass using your boyfriend's blood as lube. This past Sunday night, I woke up at 6.45 a.m. to the ringing and banging again. I proceeded to record him on video while I was on the phone of the police. He fled on foot once again, and I was hit with the same hoopla from law enforcement. Well, we can't really do much because technically at this point, he's not doing anything wrong.

Then why does he flee, I wonder. I obtained a TPO again, but I have no solid address for this dangerous person, which is why I am in dire need of a private investigator to assist with finding said residents, so this person can be served. I hope you might be able to refer me to someone who might be able to assist me. I've developed insomnia, depression, anxiety, and paranoia. I am completely isolated. I am 22 years old and I have no social life anymore. I have zero friends. I've become a shell of my former self. I've faced eviction and lost a job because of this man's behavior and I don't know how much longer I can survive. There's actually so much more filler shit that he has done to terrorize me, but for the sake of this already lengthy post, I tried to condense it. I have proof in the form of recordings, event diaries, and copies of things of. all of his threats, interactions, and attempts to communicate, and would be more than willing

to email them to show I'm not lying. I am in LV if that helps at all. And then she gives a too long to read, but crazy shit. And then there was some relevant comments. Someone commented, can you post the video? And then O.P. said yes, but I'm on the phone with the police during the video. I'm not 100% sure how to blurt out certain information like my address. and my phone number from the audio in the video. And then some more comments on the post three days later on September 27th. Someone says, Damn, I remember talking to an old friend of mine from Vegas

who was saying she'll get a CCW soon. I kind of think I should forward this to her. Soon just doesn't seem soon enough. And then OP says, do it. My gun saved my life. And then OP posts again on October 8th, 2014. two weeks after the original post. And then she attached an image,

and the image is a photo of a slightly open door. The chair is in front, push the side, and then black paint on the side is covering the side of the door that has been busted in. Arrows, most likely from crime scene units, are stuck to the door pointing to individual spots. And then the OPEE writes this on the thread. And I had to get this from Imger

because she deleted the original thread, and the post read as follows. I'm riding this staring at the mess the police left for me in a bit of a fog. After six months of stalking and threats against my life, my stalker finally snapped and decided to kick my door in and make good on his promise. Out of fear, the past month I'd begun sleeping with a chair propped against my front door to give myself a few extra-pressure seconds in case of emergency. I shudder to think how differently things might have turned out if I had not barricaded the door. I woke around 1.15 a.m. to the sound of the door giving way after one kick followed by the

sounds of my stalker struggling to dislodge the chair while forcing his way inside. I jumped up and grabbed the gun I've learned to do everything, even shower with. I stood at the top of my stairs and fired twice, hitting him in the chest. I hear his scream, his disbelief that I'd stood up for myself. Zero to a hundred in milliseconds. I've never been so afraid of my life. I do not know if he is living, but I do know the police have him, and that's what helps the most. Four months of him evading the police, I began to question whether he was unstoppable, untraceable.

Houdini. He would murder me and get away with it. As of now, I'm in a haze of guilt, surprise, relief, and disbelief. I shook as the canines drag him out of his hiding place under a bush. I survived. Where so many people do not. Holy shit. I survived. Edit. The outpouring of support is wild. I can't thank you guys enough. Everyone can be a critic in the fact still remains. You don't know what you will do in a situation until it's presented in front of you. Those who believe there was other things to be done have never had someone tell you that you no longer deserve to draw breath and mean it. As for the should have fired a warning shot, folks, there are no warning shots. A gun is a deadly force. You only pull that trigger if you are in fear

for your life and all the other methods of deterring are gone. When you kick my door in, there was no longer a deterrent preventing harm. Warning shots are dangerous and could hurt the unintended. This is not a Wild West movie. That's what responsible gun ownership is. I'll update once things have calmed down a bit, I promise. I'll write back to everyone and after being isolated for so long. Anyone who wants to be friends, I am always accepting those.

And now we get to the news article. So, OP isn't lying. I mean, I don't think she would lie. I wasn't thinking that, but, you know, all legit. And I'll read through the news article real quick, which was posted on October 2nd, 2014. Las Vegas and Nevada. A woman shot her stalker after he kicked in her back door. She had been living in fear, showering with a gun, and propping up a chair against her door

for just this sort of situation. Her post to Reddit made the story go viral. She writes, I'm writing this staring at the mess the police left for me in a bit of a fog. And then it continues to what we read just earlier. Police, a former boyfriend, Douglas Eugene Jackson, who was 22, kicked in her door at around 1 a.m. last Friday. I woke around 1.15 a.m. to the sound of the door giving way after one kick, followed by the sounds of my stalker struggling, and you know the rest of the story. We just went over this.

KVU TV reports that Jackson left the scene and tried to hide in some bushes. Police dogs quickly found the stalker. He was treated for his injuries at University Medical Center of Southern Nevada. Jackson now faces charges of home invasion and aggravated stalking. For months of him evading the police, I began to question whether he was unstoppable, untraceable, and you know the rest. The victim does not wish to be identified. has saved many threatening texts in social media posts from her stalker.

She says he forced her to move, obtain a restraining order, and acquire a license to carry a concealed weapon. The victim followed up with a note. The outpouring of support is wild. I can't thank you guys enough. Everyone can be a critic and the fact still remains. You don't know what you will do in a situation until it's presented in front of you. Those who believe there was other things to be done have never had someone tell you that you no longer deserve to draw breath and mean it.

And then it continues to what we just read. And then the Daily Mail has an article on the case, along with the text evidence submitted by the OP. And I'm going to read through some of the texts real quick, which are just crazy. So the OP says, leave me alone. That's all. And then the stalker says, I love you. I'm at my friend's apartments now. It's right down the street by yours.

I'd like to see you. Why are you being so anti-Dug? Doug is good people. Doug says he's coming over there now. And then he says, D, or then live your life, enjoy it, I may do what I feel I need to because obviously we can't be civil anymore.

I'm about to ruin your life. Right, about. Want to end this? Cops everywhere. Cops everywhere. Yo, not cool. And then a update on the case in 2020, which was six years later. Reno, Nevada. A Nevada man has been sentenced to 15 years in prison after pleading guilty to stalking a female acquaintance while on parole for a similar crime that happened in Las Vegas. The Washoe County District Attorney's Office in Reno announced the sentence for 28-year-old Douglas Eugene Jackson on Friday. Jackson was arrested in Florence, Arizona,

in January, and pleaded guilty to the aggravated stocking charge in July. According to prosecutors, an investigation by the Sparks Police Department determined Jackson had sent numerous threatening text messages to a woman over several months in 2019. The texts included threats against the woman's dog and property. He also called the woman's family and friends in an effort to get involved. information about her. At the time of the threats, Jackson was on parole for stalking a former girlfriend in Las Vegas. That woman ended up shooting him at her home. According to the district attorney's office, prosecutor Travis Lucia sought a maximum sentence because of the terrifying

nature of Jackson's conduct, which came only after one month on parole for the previous crime. Jackson was living in Washoe County at the time of the threats but had no steady address. And I think it's just insane that he only got 15 years. Luckily, he got the maximum sentence, but I mean, what do you think he's going to be doing when he gets back out again? He got in trouble for it. He got shot for it and then arrested and then he did it again. What a complete piece of trash. I mean, he's going to do the exact same thing in 15 years. What? I mean, it's already been five years since then, so he's only got 10 more years left. God, I hope, you know, something happens and he stays longer in there because yeah i mean he's going to go terrorize another

poor woman and um people like that just need to be locked away forever my husband killed someone and can't cope originally posted to r slash true off my chest posted on july 28th 2023 the post reads as follows five months ago a woman purposely walked in front of my husband's truck he struck her and was killed. Much like the people who killed their family before committing an S-word. She was so selfish, basically taking him with her. He quit on the spot. His employer should have recognized that he was in distress and given him some time off instead of accepting his resignation, but they didn't. I'm eight months pregnant and before someone says, you shouldn't have kids if you can't afford them. I know. We are in a world have hurt right now, and it's only going to get worse. The accident brought up bad juju from

an accident 10 years ago where he lost his wife and son. He has anxiety that he didn't have before. He goes to therapy, but hasn't driven since the accident. He would rather walk in 100-degree heat than get behind the wheel. He has driven trucks for nearly 13 years. It's all he knows. I know mental health is so important, but we are at a dead end. I won't insults him by acting like I know what he is going through or what he is feeling, but we can't afford for him to grieve any longer. I have been telling him for the last month that we are running out of money. We have less than $100 to our names, and our pantry is bare. Life can't wait for him to get ready.

I don't know what ultimatum I can give to him. That will snap him back to reality, but next week, we are going to be living on the street. We are on a month-to-month lease because we don't have the best credits, so if we don't pay, we are out. I've already pushed our car payment back as much as I could. We've used our get out of free jail cards, use all generosity from our family and friends, and I've exhausted local resources. I work full time in a salon and simply don't make enough to support us. I try finding odd side jobs, but I'm limited until after I give birth.

I don't want to come off as insensitive, but he needs to go back to work. We had a small savings that we have been using, but that money is gone. My husband insisted he help out the woman's family with final expenses, which I was against, but he did it anyway. He feels guilty. And I feel like the worst bitch wife in the world saying all this, but I can't do this alone. And then she gives an update. Update number one posted on August 12, 2023. My husband committed S word in front of me.

This happened a few days ago. and it's a cruel, twisted irony that I made this Reddit asking how hard I should push him to go back to work. My last post was about how we were going to lose our place because my husband couldn't recover after a woman stepped in front of his semi seven-ish months ago. I said it was like she took him with her. Now he has actually gone, and it's not even the same.

Before I get some assholes asking, why are you posting right now? I don't know what to do. I notified his family. After my last post, I pushed him to try to get his job back, and they took him back with open arms, which was a huge blessing and surprise. When I called his boss yesterday to tell him my husband wouldn't be coming back, he told me that the company would pay for his funeral. He had been with them for nearly 10 years before he abruptly quit the day of the accident.

He needed therapy and time off, but thought the best thing, the easiest thing would be to quit and try and hand him. handle it alone. If you have people in your corner and if you have resources available to you, please use them. Did you know if someone unalives themselves in your house, you are responsible for cleaning up? If you are renting and don't have renter's insurance, it's on you. I'm eight months pregnant and I'm being induced next week and I can't even go inside my house. I contact the church we had been to on and off where we got married. and Sward is a sin, so no help there.

I think I was too hard on him in the last few weeks. I had the stress buildup and didn't tell him how bad things were until it was too late. He thought, oh, she can handle it like she always does. We have to stop thinking like that. And be we, I mean anyone who is reading this because I'm sure you do it too. I brought up adoption because who would choose to bring a child into this world being poor. This is what a lot of comments told me and they were right. I'm being induced next week and I don't even have a clean environment to bring a baby into.

It's the last piece of my husband and I don't know if I deserve to raise him. I know I might have seemed like an asshole about my husband. I was slash am just stressed. But he was a good man who deserved to be a father and he deserved to be here. He just didn't see that and I think I'll have a broken heart for the rest of my life. If anyone is in my area who wants to sit on the curb and drink lukewarm bottle water with a stranger, my DMs are open. If you're struggling, please get help.

You are not weak or less than. Mental health is so important and serious. Please. Update. Wow, I can't keep up with the comments. For privacy sake, I'll just say Illinois. I have a lot of places to call, so then you to every single kind, comment and message. I won't say I'm okay.

or that I will be anytime soon, but I'm safe. And then update number two. Posted on August 23, 2023, titled 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19.5 inches. This is an update to those of you who asked on my last post, so I hope it's okay that I do so. I had my baby boy this past weekend, 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19.5 inches.

I wanted to share the news because when I texted this family, the day he arrived, I was told they wanted to know nothing about him and didn't want to see any pictures. Heart crushing is an understatement. Trying to sign up for survivor benefits and WIC while also filing out life insurance paperwork is surreal. I just hope it's approved ASAP. I'm keeping my baby no matter how hard it'll be. I never thought I'd be sending my husband to heaven and welcoming his boy within a week of each other. I want to believe they somehow cross paths up there because the thought of him not meeting or never knowing his precious son is unfathable. And I just hope that the O.P. is doing better now.

I really hope they, yeah, the O.P. is doing better now. And her and her son are doing better now. And I just, God, this one also hit me like a truck. God, this video has just been full of, yeah, depressing, depressing threads. Hopefully not too depressing for you guys. but yeah, this is some hard stuff. And just like the OPE said, if you or anyone else you know is going through anything,

just it's better to talk to anybody than keep it within. Please just talk to somebody if you're going through something. It can get better and it will get better. Yeah, that's all I have to say. And on to the next one. Found an abandoned car in the woods and it looked like something bad maybe. happened. Originally posted to R-slash RBI. First posted on December 1st, 2023. I found an abandoned

1999 Honda Civic in a forest on the Nevada slash California border, California side. Normally, I wouldn't think much of an abandoned car, but this just looked like something bad happened. The trunk was popped and items still inside. These items were a box of diapers, a sunshade for a pram, an infant size winter jacket, a plush toy for an infant, and an open envelope for a paycheck from a business in Reno. The envelope has a name, address, and employee ID number on it. There was a baby carrier in the back seat, which luckily only had some trash in it and not a baby. The other things in the car was just some food and drink trash and a sock that was baby-sized. All the baby stuff was pink slash girly, so I assume the baby was a little girl as well. The name on the envelope,

was female as well. The car had the license plate removed, the lights and radio removed, as well as the back tires removed. Outside the car was in the box of diapers, a high heel hanging from a tree with the sole torn up and the matching across the clearing on the ground, and a mound of fresh dirt between the shoe tree and car. I took photos of everything, and I wrote down the VIN in the name and address on the envelope. I wandered around the surrounding an area of forest a bit more, and I found a pile of woman's clothes strewn about on the ground maybe 100 feet away into the tree line. These clothes were not winter appropriate. Looked like it was underwear, a bra, and some shorts. Seeing the clothes started to give me some worry for what may be

the situation with this car if it's connected. I ran the VIN number through an online search, and the number doesn't come back as reported stolen. The other things that unnerved me were that everything was dry and mostly clean compared to the surroundings. We've had consistent rainfall, and the ground was muddy, yet the diaper box on the ground was dry. The cardboard didn't seem to have been rained on or anything or even absorbed much water from the mud. The contents of the trunk were also dry and fairly clean, which seemed wrong given the fresh mud and consistent rain. The exposed metal from where the tires were removed also has not rusted yet. The car also was neatly parked in the clearing and not on the road like it got stuck in the mud or snow. I called all this

into the police, gave them photos and GPS location, and Forest Service Road number, but I've heard nothing back. The county this fort sits in is pretty small, so I don't know if the police have the resources to even check the car out. Given that the car seemed to be freshly left there and a child is involved, I want to get some closure that whoever this belonged to is okay and this is just a stolen car left in the woods. Does anyone have advice on what I can do to get more information on what happened? I will admit this forest has always given me unnerving vibes, so maybe I'm reading too deep into this,

but I do want to make sure nothing worse happened to whoever owned that car and the baby. And then the OP gave us an update on December 2nd, 2023. The post reads as follows. I hope I'm doing this update correct. I have good news, y'all. This was luckily best case scenario. and my update is mundane. With the help of other users with far better detective skills than me,

were able to track down the individual's Facebook page. This has been confirmed to be the individual who owned the car. She is safe and her child is safe and well. She's active on Facebook, and I contacted her with information on where her car is. She had posted about it getting stolen in early September, and no one else had stumbled upon it and told her until I did. Thank you to everyone who helped guide me to find her

and help her find her car. I'm very happy. This was just a creepy find and nothing more than theft. Weird guy shows up at my parents' house at 1 a.m. looking for me and using details of my life that were valid 20 years ago.

Help me figure this out. Originally posted to R-slash RBI and originally posted on October 5th, 2020. The post reads as follows. Posted this on the creepy encounter sub and someone suggested I post here. This happened three nights ago and I'm going crazy trying to figure it out. I just moved into a new apartment one month ago and I'm still unpacking and settling in. I've been using my parents' address as my mailing address, who live a few towns

over, 20 minutes away, all my life. Three nights ago, my parents call me at 2 a.m., freaked out and proceed to tell me this story. Apparently, at 1 a.m., someone starts banging on their front door and repeatedly ringing their doorbell. My stepdad walks downstairs and opens the door, leaving the front glass door closed and locked. There was a man standing outside who looked to be in his 30s, with a black hoodie on with the hood pulled up around his face. He didn't have any distinguishing facial features, facial hair tattoos. The only thing my stepdad said was that he looked to be Hispanic. Neither my stepdad or my mother, who was watching the whole thing out the window, recognized the man. The man says, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'm looking

for my full name. My stepdad plays dumb and says, who? The man proceeds to state my full name again and says that my boyfriend is worried because I didn't come home that night. He claims to be a friend of my boyfriend and tells my stepdad that they are both out looking for me. worried because I didn't show up at home. I don't have a boyfriend. I live by myself with my three dogs and haven't been in a relationship in the past five to six months. And here is the weird part.

My stepdad asked the guy, what boyfriend he was talking about, and the man tells him the name of my boyfriend I had when I was in the 10th grade, nearly 20 years ago. My boyfriend in 10th grade has a very, very unique Italian name. I've never met anyone with a full name even close to his. He says my high school boyfriend's name a few more times to ensure my stepdad heard him and repeats that they are very worried about me.

Is my stepdad sure I'm not inside? At this point, my stepdad is weirded out and closes and locks the door in his face. The man does not leave. He lingers in front of my parents' house for the next ten minutes, smoking cigarettes and talking on the phone. Finally, my parents called the cops. About five minutes before the cops arrive, the man walks down to the dead end on their block and drives away in a silver car. Stepdad was unable to get the license plate. My parents file a police report and nothing else happens.

After I hear the story, I am going nuts over the weird details. How would someone know who I dated nearly 20 years ago? And what would their motive be of making up a story that included the weird details about my past? I have not contacted with the 10th grade boyfriend in over a decade. Yesterday, I decided to message him on a Facebook to see if he had any insight. I tell him the whole story, and he's just as confused as I am and claims to have no part in it. I am at a loss. I'm also really freaked out that some strange man is going through that much trouble at one in the morning to look for me.

Any insights or ideas would be greatly appreciated. No. nothing else weird has happened since then. Edit slash update number one. Wow, this really blew up. Thank you so much for all the kind words and precautions that I should take. I want to add something here that a few people commented that might shine some light on this mystery.

First off, I am not in any legal trouble and have no reason to think someone would be suing me. God, I mean, I guess it's always in the realm of possibility that I'm being sued by someone, but I really don't think that's it. Like I previously commented, I had an expired registration ticket that I did not show up to court for, but I believe I got a letter in the mail just asking me to pay a really large fee, so I don't think that's related. I did take a personal loan out, took it out about a year and a half ago. It wasn't for anything too crazy, and I was really good with making payments on time until about six months ago when I had a medical issue. Currently, I am really behind on payments, but to my knowledge, I have not defaulted on the loan yet.

What do you guys think? Related? I had absolutely no idea that this is a thing or I would include this detail to begin with. Let me know your thoughts. Edit slash update number two. I have a list of a few things that I'm going to look into tomorrow. Based off my own thoughts and based off a ton of valuable feedback I got in here. Thank you. We'll post an update ASAP. Edit slash update number three. I'm so sorry it's taking me so long to update. It's a super busy time at work. work. Unfortunately, there isn't much to report. I called the loan company. They claim to have nothing to do with it. All of my friends and family also noted that the 1 AM factor kind of rules that out anyway. Nothing else strange happened at my parents. I went there for the first time last night and kept a close eye out for anything. Didn't observe anything out of the norm, so this remains a mystery. I'll be sure to update if something else happens. And then the OP went radio silent for a year and a half. And then she posted, finally have an update to Weird Guy shows up at my parents' door using details about my life

that were valid 20 years ago. Posted on July 12th, 2024, like I said, a year and a half later. The post reads as follows. All right, one year later, I finally have an update to this insane mystery. I will include the original story here, first followed by the update. After this happened, me and my family and a couple of my close friends have been talking about this mystery in depth to try and put our heads together to figure it out. We all have our own theories, but ultimately no definitive answer as to what happened or who this creeper was. So we pretty much put it to rest and only continue to joke about it once in a while. So here's the update. My step-sister, my stepdad's daughter, and her fiancé were at a house party right after the holidays. And

around early January of this year. While they were there, they started talking to a girl that neither of them knew. After some time talking together, the girl started talking about her ex-boyfriend and how they were going through a really tough time together. They had just recently broke up, and she felt really bad because he was a wreck over it. Somehow, it came up that this girl's ex-boyfriend was my 10th grade boyfriend, the one with the really unique Italian name. The whole situation wasn't that big of a coincidence

since I went to high school with my step-sister's fiancé and we have a lot of mutual friends. So it makes sense that they were at a party that would include some people I went to high school with. As soon as my step-sister and her fiancee heard this, they both start freaking out and without revealing too many details, they tell the girl about the whole mystery and how weird it was. As they were telling the story, the girl's face starts to go white

and she looks like she's about a cry. My step-sister and fiancé tried to console her and ask her what's wrong. The wine slash beer had been flowing at this point, so I'm sure everyone was a little tipsy. The girl starts to tell them that a few nights ago, she was sleeping, and someone started banging on her door at get this, fucking 1 a.m. Just like what happened to me at my parents. The girl jumps out of bed and says she was absolutely terrified by how loud and aggressive if someone was banging on her door.

She said she literally thought it was going to break in. The girl has a ring camera, so she looks on her phone. There on the camera is a guy in a black hoodie banging on her door. She obviously pretends like she isn't home and keeps all of the lights off. He continues banging as she is getting ready to dial 911. The guy stops and leaves. She said she was absolutely terrified. For whatever reason, she did.

didn't end up calling the cops, but may have went to stay with a friend that night or the night after. My step-sister and fiancé are shocked by the details and how similar it is to my story, especially because of the mutual ex-boyfriend we share, except this girl literally just broke things off with him. They asked the girl if she has any idea who the guy is, and she said no. But that is definitely is not the actual ex-boyfriend. She said that this guy was much taller and heavier than our shared mutual X. How fucking weird. This mystery is still unsolved and these new details honestly just make my head spin even more.

No one else has showed up to my parents' door since the actual incident a year ago. And then the OP added some extra info in the comments. Hi all, so a few answers to some questions. Number one. My 10th grade boyfriend was into drugs when I dated him back in high school. No idea if he continued to use throughout his life or not, but can confirm he is definitely an addict who may or may not be in recovery currently. Number two, 10th grade boyfriend has been to my parents' house multiple times.

My parents still live in the same house I grew up in, and 10th grade boyfriend has been over many times while we dated in high school. I don't know where he currently lives, but he grew up around 10 minutes away from my parents' house. Number three, 10th grade boyfriend. and I had a horrific breakup. I met my high school sweetheart while I was dating him and broke up with him in a pretty messed up way. He held a grudge over it all throughout high school and was extremely nasty to me to the point of bullying. At one point, I had to get a security guard to escort me to

classes because him and his friends were bullying me so badly. The bullying was only severe for the rest of 10th grade, but he definitely hated me all throughout high school. At one point, he did end up apologizing to me and explained that he was just heartbroken over me breaking up with him. But at one point, I was way past the point of forgiving him. After graduating high school, we ran into each other maybe once or twice when I was home from college, and he was totally cordial and nice with me, and we laughed the high school experiences off. Number four, I can definitely try reaching out to him on Facebook again and bringing back up

this whole mystery with the added updates from his recent ex-girlfriend to see what his reaction is and gauge whether or not he's being truthful in it. I can also ask some mutual high school friends who know him about how he currently is, if he's into any shady shit or not. Number five, my stepsist only gave me a first name and description of recent ex-girlfriend from the party, but I can go on 10th grade boyfriend's Facebook and look for her under his friends, then reach out to her on Facebook Messenger to inquire about ring footage and ask her more questions. Also see if she ever reached out to cops. I agree this is probably the best thing to do if I want more answers. But I agree I need to be careful as I still don't know what is going on here.

Number six, 10th grade boyfriend does not have a brother, just one younger sister that I remember back from high school. And then some relevant comments. O.P replies to one comment saying, I just posted some answers in the comments about the nature of my breakup with high school boyfriend and how horrific it was and how he basically harassed me for the rest of the 10th grade. Your last theory, and what a lot of other people are commenting, is starting to make more sense. It could be that my 10th grade boyfriend has a tendency to get insanely hung up on girls and is sending a close friend or relative to do these 1 a.m. drop-bys. And this would especially make sense if he is still using drugs like he did in high school.

This theory being correct would mean he lied to me, when I reached out to him on Facebook a year ago, which of course, he would. If this is the case, it seems like he moved on to his current ex. I just hope he doesn't swing back around to me. And then another comment from the O.P. I decided I'm going to try and find out the girl's full name so I can look her up on social media. I may even be able to find her with just the first name

that I already know from my stepsist telling me. I can go on to 10th grade boyfriend's Facebook and look in his friends list for a girl with the same first name. name who looks like she could have been his ex-girlfriend. He may even have pictures with her tag, so it shouldn't be that hard, unless he wiped his social media clean of her after they broke up. When I enabled to find her, I'm going to reach out to her and try to get some answers. I think this is the safest route since I still don't know 10th grade boyfriend's role in this, and I did already ask him once, and he claimed to have no pardon it or know anything,

which may or may not, have been a lie. Based on how to him. how scared my steps is said this girl was. I'm betting she'll be willing to talk to me about it since we share the experience. I will make an update, post when I have more info. Thanks, everyone. And then this is the last we've heard from O.P., but that's a very weird situation. I mean, do you think it's related to the ex-boyfriend?

Or was this like some lone creep who was like some sort of stalker or something? I don't know. It's a very weird situation and I would be insanely unsettled. I mean, for that guy to show up at the parents' house, I guess that makes more sense if it's the ex-boyfriend because that's the only address he knows that could be associated to his ex-girlfriend if you're following me here.

But, yeah, they're just very, very weird. And I would definitely install a lot of security systems if there is some sort of shady shit going on. And maybe like the boyfriend just got even deeper into the drugs and kind of went crazy a little bit. And he's like blamed it on his ex-girlfriend and he wants to get in contact with her. I don't know.

Very weird situation. Very creepy. And hopefully O.P. and her parents are all right. And hopefully they get it figured out because that's very, very creepy. Anyways, on to the next one. I 33 female read my husband's 37 male journal. And in it, he says that he hates me in hopes I die.

My husband has kept a semi-regular journal throughout our four-year relationship. He does not keep it hidden. and up until now, I've always respected his privacy. We had a heated conversation and my gut told me to read it, so after he left for work, I did. He wrote several times that he hates me, and at one point, he said when I was sick, he hoped I would die.

When I read those words, I packed up me and our baby and went to a friend to where I'm staying now. I took pictures of all the pages, I told him I just need some space to cool off after our conversation, and I will be home soon. I booked with my therapist and contacted a lawyer. We had a rough patch recently that lasted about two weeks. It was a dark time, but we pulled through.

There was no violence, no moments where I was afraid of him, just sincere conversations about difficult feelings. The notes of hatred correspond with that rough patch. The rest of the journal is tame and reflects the man I know and love. Mostly little self-pep talks about work and family stuff, goals, habit tracking. He has sent me several warm messages since I left. He says he's glad I'm taking space for myself, that he looks forward to reconnecting when I come home. It's okay to have little hiccups that he loves me, etc. I was sure our relationship was over. The moment I read that

he hates me, or even the moment I felt the need to violate his privacy. But the warm messages in the rest of the journal have me wavering a little. I understand the need to, but I understand the need to, blow off steam when things are tense, and journaling is a healthy way to do that. But never in even our darkest moments have I fantasized about his death. Splitting up, maybe. But this feels so sinister. I don't know how I could ever feel safe around him again. Is this just healthy venting?

And I'm overreacting here? Has anyone else had similar thoughts about a spouse that they got over? Or is this a man I need to protect myself and my baby from? Edit to add context. The rough patch was about his feelings for another woman. He didn't cheat, but his friendship with her makes me uncomfortable. The part of the journal where he says he hates me was written as a love letter to her. He says he thinks about me dying and being replaced.

Damn, that's dark. Let's get into some comments. Someone says, he wishes you dead? And no, you are not overreacting. That is how he feels about you. all the others enact girl check if he has taken a life insurance on your name with him as beneficiary

and yeah i mean she is not overacting at all that is insane for him to wish death upon her and also wished for her to be replaced another commenter says especially because they're fighting over the fact that he has feelings for another woman not a good combination of factors and then the opi replies to that same saying, yeah, I don't want to wind up on the wrong end of a podcast.

I do think he is seriously in love with her. And it creeps me out that he feels that way, considering what little contact they've had. He barely knows her. Another commenter says, I'm married 17 years and I've never wished my spouse would die. Like what? Does he know you've seen this? He just left it out like he wanted me to see it? And are you the mother of his child?

And the Opie response to this saying, he doesn't know I've seen this. He has always left it out. And then the OP gives us an update about a day later. And the update reads as follows. I hope I'm doing this right. Thank you so much for all the advice and words of encouragement. Some of it was tough to read, but still deeply appreciated.

Wanted to do an update because a lot of people were concerned for my safety. I took a commenter's advice and sent the pictures to a trusted friend. She pointed out that a passage I initially read, as every day I think about telling her actually very clearly says killing her. Oh boy. I guess my brain couldn't comprehend that at first. I received a ton of helpful perspective and support, but that comment in particular might have saved my life.

Wow. So this guy has wished death upon her and also said, every day I think about killing her. Yeah, I really hope the O.P runs away from this relationship. I mean, that is beyond ridiculous. And the post continues as follows. After I digested that, I called a crisis line, and they were quite helpful in talking me through the shock.

They also put me in touch with a center that's helping me get more affordable legal help. Bought some more time for my husband. Told him I'm enjoying getting out of town and I'd like to stay an extra night or two. I have therapy tomorrow and an appointment with a social worker to make a safety plan. I feel like I have a good, crew of family, friends, and professionals supporting me. Absolutely zero regrets now about reading this journal. My gut told me something was off, but I couldn't have imagined a worst-case scenario as bad as this. I'm so glad the inner alarm bells were louder than my conscious this time.

Nothing about this marriage is worth risking my life over to salvage. And, yeah, I feel so bad for the O.P. and I mean, for him to write it down, I just feel like that's infinitely more insane because, I mean, it's crazy to even think about death upon your significant other, but to think it so much that you have to get it out by writing it out is just crazy. I mean, I really, really hope that the O.P is okay,

but the O.P posted this on a throwaway account. So I really don't know if we will ever see an update from the OP. I really don't think we know what happened to her, but I really, really just wish her the best. And, yeah, we never got an update after that. So

hopefully she's all right and well. Hopefully her and her baby are all right. Hopefully the divorce, which I assume they got a divorce, went well as well. But there was some comments on this post, and the comments read as follows. He will temporarily be even more dangerous

once he realizes you're leaving. And especially once he realizes, it will cost him a lot of money. Child support, divorce attorney, no matter how sweet he acts, please don't be alone with him at all. Be very aware of your surroundings. And that's a great comment. I mean, yeah, I mean, if he was dangerous before and thinking these things before, who knows what could happen once he realizes she wants to divorce.

I mean, something horrible could happen. And another comment that says, you know, I have a journal myself. and while I get annoyed with my husband, I've never written it in there once that I wanted him to die. I know my husband would never do this, but if he felt curious, he could read mine, although it's a lot of cringy, boring junk. I'm glad you are out of the house right now

and talk to an IRL friend about this. Take care of yourself and stay safe. And yeah, like I said, I wish the best for O.P. And her baby, such a scary situation. And, yeah, I mean, after reading so many of these Reddit threads and such,

just go with your gut feeling at all times. If you think you're a significant other or someone else you know, it's giving you a bad vibe and your, you know, your gut feeling is telling them they're a little bit off. Then more times than not, something's off. I mean, it's kind of amazing what the human brain can pick up on subliminally and then kind of give you a bad gut feeling. But yeah, that's a good lesson.

If you feel like you're in a bad situation, then, you know, reassess your situation and make sure you're all right. Just stay safe out there. On Wednesday, July 22nd, a coworker of mine abruptly up and left work before the end of his shift and hasn't been seen since. One week later, a text message is received from him containing only these three photos. Does anybody recognize the locations shown in these photos? I work at a lab that makes prescription eyeglasses in northern Ohio.

Last week, Wednesday, about six hours into our 10-hour shift around 7.10 p.m., a coworker of mine got up from a station in a hurry, left his bag with personal belongings at his desk, iPad, Bluetooth headphones, a prescription, phone charger, a book, and a couple of other knick-knacks, and walk out the door and didn't return. No one's seen him since. Some of my other co-workers thought he was just sick of the long hours and decided to quit, but that just doesn't make sense. sense why he'd leave behind his personal belongings and not say anything. We tried calling him that same night, but his phone would just ring until it went to voicemail. And by the next morning, his phone was turned off. My boss said he got a hold of his mom and that she hasn't seen or heard from him, but didn't seem too concerned as she said he had a history of living somewhat of a nomadic lifestyle in his past. She thinks he may have relapsed and owed some money or just ran off with some girl. Apparently, they aren't very close and don't have the best relationship. I know he had a history of drug abuse, but from everything I've gathered in the two years that

I've worked with him, he cleaned his life up after an arrest in 2014 or 2015 for drug possession and had been cleaned since. He always acted normal around me and seemed to be living a productive life. On the subject of the pictures, a couple days ago, after work, I received a group text message that was sent to me, two of my other coworkers, and six other numbers I don't recognize. It was from him and contained the three pictures I linked. No text. I tried calling and it rang once, then went to voicemail. When I called again and went straight to voicemail. This whole thing had me feeling very uneasy and I don't know what to think of it. Does anybody here recognize the location of where these photos might have been taken? And let's get into the photos.

The first photo is just a picture of the side of a big building and then some sort of shed with a ladder. It looks like tucked away. I mean, just like a, I mean, not a crazy picture or anything. Just looks like someone in an alley took a picture. The second photo was a quick flash photo. It looks like of a sidewalk with a X on the floor and some grass. And you can see his foot in the bottom corner, I assume. And then the final photo is just another sort of quick photo.

I mean, none of these photos were like staged and set up. They seemed like they were just almost taken on accident. And the third photo looks like some sort of parking lot or back alley loading dock. And then maybe like a, you know, nighttime light in the distance. And yeah, it looks behind like a, looks like it's behind a warehouse or something like that. But to me, this just seems like, I mean, it's almost like a butt dial pictures. Or like you just accidentally took photos, sent it to someone. or like mental illness or something because it's just is so random and weird.

And yeah, none of these pictures seem very cryptic or like they have an answer to it. Very interesting though. And then the OP didn't give us an update on this for a long, long time, but then they posted an update on missing coworker. And the post reads as follows. I posted here back in July about a coworker who was up and left during his shift, leaving behind several personal items and not telling anyone where he was going. The next day, me and several other people received a text message from him containing three blurry pictures of an unknown location.

I received several good recommendations on what to do, and ultimately the thread was closed by the mods. Today, when I logged onto my Reddit account, I was surprised to see a ton of messages and chat invites. Apparently, Nexpo made a video about my story, and several people are underscored. curious about any updates. I wish I could say we found him, or at least close up any loose ends, but I can't. Shortly after the thread was closed by the mods, a police report was indeed filed. However, in mid-September, I was one of several people that were laid off from the lab we were working at, so if there were any updates on his case, after that time, I am not aware of them. I've done several searches of his name since I left the company to see if any media outlets reported on him, but

I personally haven't been able to find anything. Understandably, many people were suspect of my story and I get that, but I assure you I've not made anything up, nor have exaggerated details. I got some slack in the original post for not filing a police report. I realize now that even though nobody else was willing to, I should have stepped up and done it myself. At the time, my perspective was that,

because I don't know this guy on a personal level, outside of work, It really should be up to someone closer to him to do that, but rest assured, a report was filed. I'll try to answer any questions you guys have. And now let's get into some top comments on this update post. The top comment reads, I called BS on the story in the beginning, and it seems even more so now. If a police report is filed and there is slash was an active investigation, then OP could post their info, the police's public records, and so forth. O.P. could also post a missing person's photo, but there was none of that. Complete BS story. Zero follow-up. And just reeks of some sort of fake story all around.

Edit. Mod rules say you can't post personal info unless there is proof of a report, missing persons case, etc. O.P. How the hell can you say that the report is filed and not provide us with any info? No name, no pick, nothing. just a general area northern Ohio. Several databases of the supported missing person's name have been cross-referenced and turned up nothing, so OP saying the report being filed with Cleveland PD was a lie, likely, unless it takes a while for the system to update, unlikely. And then the OP gives a response to this post or this comment

that was trying to debunk the entire story. And the OP says, to be clear, I only created this update because people wanted to know if anything new has come up since the original post. And other than the fact that a report was filed with the proper authorities, I don't know. I'm not looking for any attention here. I haven't even posted about it on Reddit since the original post was closed. And if I intended to create some BS story for attention, I sure as hell wouldn't do it with my main account. This was a guy I worked in the same lab with and at most was an acquaintance.

I tried to do my part in helping by posting the photos here to see. if anyone knew the location. Other than that, nobody with the police or family has reached out to me or anything. While I would absolutely love to know what happened just as much as anyone else, I'm not going to go full armchair detective

and start hunting leads. It's not my place. If and when I come across something online, I'll absolutely post it, but I'm not going to go down to the police station and start asking them questions. If they want to talk to me, that's fine though. So what are your thoughts?

I mean, the OP gave a decent response, to that guy trying to debunk the original story. I mean, this story has gotten a ton of buzz over the past few years with people speculating what it's about. And I do agree with O.P. And the, you know, follow-up question when they said, hey, it's not my place. I was only an acquaintance with this guy. I wasn't a brother or friend or even, you know, mother, daughter or whatever. I wasn't really related to this guy. So it's not really my place, which is understandable. But at the same time, I mean, you could give, I mean, the entirety of Reddit more of a basis to go on to try to find this guy. I mean, because apparently he's still missing. It's a very weird story.

And I mean, I'm fine with you guys disagreeing and being like, oh, well, it was fake. But I feel like, I mean, it could be real. I mean, maybe he just had like some sort of mental health break or maybe he was just like, fuck this. I'm not going to work anymore. And then just ran away, especially since the mom said that he was a very nomadic person and he likes to travel around. I mean, who knows? Maybe he could have just been like, fuck this job. I'm going to go fly to Thailand or something and just live across the country or live in a different country. I mean, that's a possible theory or the OPE made it up. But I don't think it's out of the question that the original guy just kind of disappeared. I mean, it's pretty easy to disappear, I guess. And so, I don't know,

it's a very interesting post and people have had tons and tons of theories on what happened to the guy, but I'd like to hear yours, but that's kind of my theory. I think it's definitely possible that this guy was just, you know, a very nomadic person. He tried to hold down a job, but, you know, quote unquote relapsed on just wanting to stay in one place. So maybe he just went traveling and never looked back. It's definitely possible, but who knows? Leave your theories down below and onto the next one. Went for a tire change.

Found a tracker under my car. placed by my roommate. How do I go about this? Posted on R-slash relationship advice. I'm a 25 female. My roommate is a 34 male. I moved to a new town last year. Only knew one person.

Stayed with her for a bit until I found a house to rent, but I needed a roommate. She introduced me to a guy she worked with who also needed a roommate because he just got a divorce. I met him first. Didn't get weird vibes? Seemed nice enough. About six months ago, he made the suggestion to be friends with benefits and I made the stupid mistake of agreeing. We both did not want a relationship. Everything was fine until he started getting weird and staying up until I got home, questioning me about where I had been and who I was around. I then ended the hooking up, told him I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't think it was like that. He got mad. Everything was fine for a bit. Until yesterday. I live in a pretty rural area, where most businesses are small and family owned. Since not a lot of people are getting out, I decided to go ahead and get some new tires and support a mechanic shop I go

to, since I doubt they're getting regular business at the moment. I'm there waiting when the guy comes over and tells me he wants to show me something. I'm like, okay. We go over to my car and he bends down and points under at a black box. He asked me if I know what this is and tells me it's a GPS. It took me a second to understand the implications of a GPS being under my car. I was like, so someone put it there? It's clear I have no idea why it's there. And he actually got concerned and told me if I didn't know I needed to find out. I feel so creeped out because I have no friends here. The friend I knew moved away. I only know some people at work, but we're not friends and it's been hard to meet new people. There's no other way a GPS would be on my car

unless my roommate put it there. Now I'm freaked out in a way I've never been before and I can't move out. I'm scared to ask him about it. I have no one to stay with. No family here. What do I do? Do I just ask him about it outright? I left the GPS there because I don't want them to know I know at the moment. What do I do? And then some comments under this post read as follows.

That is really creepy. Start planning your exit. Document everything. Someone else said I would be concerned there are cameras in your bedroom and bathroom. Honestly, I would not feel safe to return home. I would immediately call the police and file a report. There are devices you get from a spy store that can scan for the frequency of hitting cameras, but I would not even waste my time with that.

My peace of mind would be worth a terminated lease and a breach in contract which a police report would help you in civil court should you have to go. Run. Do not walk to the nearest exit. And then some people say, be specific as to how you know, not what you think or believe, but what actual proof do you have that your roommate put the GPS on your car? What I read

is that some guy found something on your car. And then the OPE said, it's a small magnetic tracking device. Who else would have been? I know no one in this place is too rural for any kind of crime organization

like stealing cars. No one would steal my seven-year-old car anyway. And then someone said, Maybe the car dealership put it there. I own it. I've had it for about seven years since I started college. Paid for it in cash outright. And then there was an update on the post on March 30th, 2020, the next day.

Update. Kind of. I'm going to put them here. I'm still reading through the comments. Thank you guys. There's really great advice I'm going to follow. PSA. I bought my car brand new seven years.

years ago and paid for it in cash. I've never owned anything on it. So last night I decided to subtly pack my things and plan on making the drive at some point today back to my hometown. He works during the day, but I work from home because my office is closed until at least this summer. I realized I could probably fit all of my stuff in my car, and since my lease ends in May anyway, so I'm just moving out. The only furniture that's mine, and not the landlords or his, is my bed, and it's so old, so I think I'm just going to leave it here. I went down to the police station earlier this morning and had them remove it. I don't think there's much they can do besides document it.

They asked me some questions, and I said, I didn't know, but I know no one here. And I think it might be my roommate. They said it looked like a cheap one from Amazon or eBay, and they'll check it out. Honestly, I may just end up staying home. I miss being in a familiar place where I know basically everyone in town and I miss my friends. Working from home for a few months might give me enough time to switch jobs, so that's all I have for now. Thank you guys. I'll try to reply to people as well. And then some comments under the post.

O.P. was replying to a comment and said, I've already gone to the police. Even if I told them, yep, yep, totally my roommate did it. I know. I didn't. I simply strongly suggested it. that is not grounds for someone's life to be ruined. They wouldn't even take that as fact until it's proven. Even if they did definitive proof, I'd have to go through with pressing charges. If I did press charges, then it would be a simple misdemeanor. And at that point, if he got a misdemeanor, it would be rightly justified since it was all proven. And that's if I would even bother with charges in the first place. All of this minor things compared to if he was an insane loose cannon

that could kill slash hurt me if I just didn't mention his name. It's ignorant to not piece together the clues and be safe rather than sorry. Instead of just saying, nope, I have no clue because I do have a clue. And I know it's him. I plan on asking him later today after my eight-hour drive home. So I'm interested in hearing what he has to say. And then OP added an edit slash update to the original post on March 31st, 20, one day after the previous update.

Update. Since I think it'll be lost in the comments, if anyone is curious, already mentioned I went to the police slash home. All settled in now. Ended up asking him about it via phone. He admitted to it, got freaked out when I said I gave it to the police, said he was concerned for my safety, when I would go places by myself after work. Yeah, okay. We got into a scuffle about it. He finally snapped and said that he knew I was seen something. someone when I was hooking up with him. I wasn't. So yeah, my first experience with crazy and hopefully my last. I have two weeks to get away from my husband. Originally posted to R slash off my chest, originally posted on April 27th, 2024. Throwaway account as my husband and in-laws are following my main account. I, 29 female, have been married to my husband 30 male who I'll call Alex. Alex and I met in college during our freshman year. We started off as just friends and got married seven months ago. I've gotten along with his family, but we aren't super close, but we're friendly enough. The problem is that Alex has begun to make

me incredibly uncomfortable. Firstly, he's begun to ask me who I'm meeting with, where, what we plan on doing, how long every single time I leave the house without him. him. At first, I just thought he was being protective and a good partner just in case something happened. But then he started checking my phone after the visits. Vetting and researching each of my friends as well. He also has been pursuing me to link my bank account to his, as he's in charge of the finances when he was perfectly fine with keeping them separate before. We fight about it almost every day. Finally, yesterday, when he was preparing to go on a work trip for two weeks in California, he demanded I wear a tracker so he could keep an eye on me while he's gone. I can't do this anymore.

I feel like I'm suffocating, and his family who I've spoken to about his worrying behavior, just said he's being careful and protective as a good husband should. I need to gather my things together and find a way to be gone before he gets home without tipping him over. He's always threatened that if he ever found me cheating on him, he'd turn in divorce papers the same day. He keeps a filled-out copy in his desk, I'm going to submit those the day I leave, but there's so much to do. Begin finding a new place to live, seeing if my job has any transfers available, packing and moving in two weeks, his return flight, May 11th, so I need to move quickly. I'm posting here because I don't have any close family, and I can't risk dragging my friends

into this as we share the same friends. I just needed a place event, and ask if anyone has any advice on the easiest and safest way to do this. Edit, oh my God, you guys are amazing. I never even thought to not use his divorce papers. I'll check for cameras before I start any packaging or prepping. I may also shred his divorce papers just in case and look into getting a lawyer for myself. I'm in no-fault divorce state.

That much I so remember, which will help. I'll update again when I know more. The tracker he wants me to use is a small clip to put on my belt or waistband. I'll wear it unless I'm going or doing something related to me leaving. No pets yet, thankfully. And then the OP gives us an update on April 28, 2024. The update reads as follows. So I've gotten a lot of support and helpful advice, along with questions I thought I should clarify

before I proceed with the update. Some ask why I'd be hiding things from Alex regarding going out and who I'm meeting with. I don't, and I have nothing to hide. However, when he begins to then double-check everything I tell him with the other people there, right down to each person I talked to and what I said. Did I send any text messages? Did I order food? How much did I eat?

That's when it started to feel like I was slowly being pushed into a corner. It didn't start that bad, but gradually grew worse over time. All of the Reddit subs my in-laws families are a part of related gardening and DIY, so I highly doubt they'll see this. If so, by the time they do, I'll hopefully be gone. I talked to my job and explain things to my manager. and they promise to look into openings in other states to see if they could get me into one. They'll have an update on that in three days.

I trust that my bank account is secured, considering he's tried to get into it before and failed. I found one camera in the kitchen, another in the living room, and one in our bedroom. As such, I've left them in place for now and done all other planning,

either in the bathroom pretending I'm taking a bath. I'm honestly staying away from the domestic violence services, as my sister-in-law is unfortunately higher up in those considering she volunteers there and I have a feeling if I did show up there, they wouldn't know in a heartbeat. I can't look for apartments until I get the update for my work. But either or I'm still going to be leaving the state. The day before I do, I will be changing my number carrier and wiping my laptop and all of his electronics before I do. I've met with two lawyers so far and had them look over the paperwork.

My husband had repaired and both said that it did have some clauses. in it. That could have caused me some trouble down the line. What alarmed all of us, closed the fact that several of the clauses dealt with future children, and not as a hypothetical. Like several hair suggested, I have a feeling he fully intended on getting me pregnant to keep me trapped and tied to him. There are three other locations. My job could send me to, and I have. As a precaution, begun looking into all three cities and housing in the areas, just in case one of those, this is the one they send me to. Even if they don't have an opening,

then they can push me into, then I will just have to quit, move, and figure things out on my own. I have enough money to live and survive for a few months until I can pick up another job. Unfortunately, all of my friends are mutuals and would likely be unaware of the consequences of saying or sharing anything I do or say with my husband.

I don't have any surviving close family, and obviously my in-laws are not a good resource to rely on. I am on my own, unfortunately. other than the wonderful bonds I've begun to make here, I will update again if I get more information or something else happens. Otherwise, I'll update when I work gets back to me. I do plan on leaving before he returns, though, just to make sure that I'm not anywhere near here at that time. Update 2. April 30th, 2024. Good news. My work has an opening I qualify for that will not only shift me across the country, but also comes with a salary increase as well. I have started

telling my in-laws and friends that I'm planning a surprise outing for when my husband gets back for just the two of us. This way, people don't give me odd looks if they see me out and about. I've even gone as far as asking mother-in-law to show me his favorite recipes. Meanwhile, I found a moving company that, while small, is willing to work in a storm. The reason is in five days, we're supposed to get hit with a large stormfront. I plan to shut off the breaker and say we lost power. If he asks, just as several people here suggested, and even send him a short, short clip of the storm. I will have all of my stuff moved that afternoon, and I will be flying out once the weather has cleared enough to do so. I have a lawyer who will push my divorce through,

and I filed out the necessary paperwork so that I don't have to be here for it. I'm not suing for assets or alimony, and I've shredded his divorce papers as well. I've set up a cheap pay phone plan through Cricket until this is all said and done, at which point I will find a new carrier, number and phone. This one is being wiped and left behind. My laptop is provided by my work, and the IT department inspected it thoroughly, and it was clean, thankfully. No other electronic aside from my laptop, and new phone will be coming with me. If Alex needs to talk to me, he can do it through my lawyer. Not sure if anything else will happen, my fingers are crossed that he doesn't think anything's amiss until after I leave. And I'm not turning the breaker back on

when I do. He can when he gets home. My work is covering the plane tickets, So that at least is one expense I don't have to finangle in. Update 3. Posted on May 7, 2024. I have two weeks to get away from my husband. It's been a busy week, but I've gotten so much done. Firstly, I am now out of the house and am currently in a hotel while I look for an apartment. It's a big city. bustling with people no matter where you look.

We had a pretty bad storm system hit back home that actually lasted two days. high winds, thunder, lightning, and even hail everywhere. I didn't take much from the house, my documents, clothes, and important sentimental items. I left all the furniture and electronics behind. I cleaned the house top to bottom and took pictures on my phone so he couldn't claim I damaged anything when I left. My lawyer has already started divorced proceedings and my husband will be served on the 8th. His plane is due to land early morning and the sheriff will be there at the house waiting for him. He is very much about public appearances and reputation. My lawyer will be calling him out as well to inform him

that I am more than willing to air out everything to the public about his actions if it means securing my freedom from him. I will go to court as long as I must to get this pushed through. I haven't told our friends or his in-laws yet. I will do that while he was on the flight to prevent him from getting wind of it before he's handed the divorce papers. I'll be calling around and explaining why we're getting divorced, to try and prevent him from twisting this into somehow being my fault.

I don't want him trying to claim I had an affair or something, so I want to get the truth out before he can twist this. I'm doing okay. I'm tired, but yet I feel almost jittery and off-kilter. I keep looking over my shoulder and monitoring what I say even when I don't really need to anymore. Hopefully that will fade soon. My work is covering the cost of the hotel,

and I'm working on getting my other things in order. I also need to find a new GP as I want to get a full test just to make sure everything is okay. I don't know when my next update will be, probably when the divorce papers are filed, or if we have to go to court to push them through. I'll try to keep my head up, but it feels like I'm in a whirlwind of something with so many things to do and think about. I kind of thought it would be easier once I got out of the house, but while the fear is smaller, somehow the number of tasks only seems to have grown.

and then the OP makes a fourth update, and this is the final update. Posted on May 14th, 2024. Sorry, I haven't updated for a while. Things got hectic and a bit chaotic, honestly. Firstly, I'm working on getting an apartment still and have applications in at three different places and we'll hopefully hear back from them soon. I'm still going into work here at the new location, so I don't have to worry about burning through my emergency savings completely.

I've gotten a lot of emails from Alex, his family, and our old group of friends asking question after question. I have only sent one return email to Alex, explaining that I don't believe we are truly compatible, and it is best we separate now. That as treatment of me when I'd done nothing to deserve as such was just as much of a deal breaker as cheating was for him. I ended the email with the statement

that I would not be contacting him further, and anything else he needed to pass on to me or vice versa would be done through my lawyer. For his friends and family, I just typed up one email outlining everything that had happened and why I left. I told him that I wished them no ill will, but that such treatment of his wife and partner was not acceptable. That should Alex get remarried in the future, I wish they would help support both partners and not just Alex. Alex, from what my lawyer told me, was livid when he was served. The sheriff actually ended up booking him for assault on an officer and menacing due to the

threats he was shouting. His father bailed him out in a few hours, but with the testimony of the sheriff, my lawyer believes I have a very good chance at getting a restraining order. Alex, upon returning to the house, apparently lost his temper again, breaking the dining table into pieces, as well as the TV, and putting several holes in the walls. At least, that's what one of the emails from one of our friends reported as Alex called him to help him clean up the mess. My lawyer already as pictures of the house I took, with timestamps as evidence, nothing had been damaged by me. My friend reported that Alex tried to claim I'd been in the one to trash the house, but the holes in the wall were at head height. Alex's 6-3, and I'm 5-4, so he knew that was false.

Either way, taking the pictures definitely will help me, so again, thank you for everyone here for the advice because I never would have thought of that on my own. My work won't share details of where I am, as I do work with some higher-end clientele, who value security, and that information won't be gossiped about and no, I'm not some stripper or escort. I deal with contracts, notary, and business management. As such, even if Alex tried to use my work to find me, he wouldn't succeed. And that was the final update from OP, and this is just a good lesson. If you are in a relationship where things are not going great or, you know, your partner is abusive in some sort of way, you can get out of it. You don't, you're not stuck in it, and you're not stuck in it. And you

can get out of it and improve your life. And yeah, it's scary. Luckily, the O.P., you know, got out all right. And hopefully the divorce went quick and they are now separated. But, yeah, scary stuff. On to the next one. I got an email from a deceased friend. I am really spooked. Tonight, I got an email from a friend who died two years ago. The email is like this. And here's a screenshot. From Jack Vaughn to me. Subject, thank you kindly. Body. For the glimmer. Skull emoji, hammer emoji, heartbreak emoji. For the sake of this post, we'll call him Jack Vaughn. He passed away two years ago. Before he died, we had a falling out and hadn't spoken in 15 years. It wasn't a major falling out, just a disagreement, and we drifted apart, which was easy to do as he moved across

the country. Don't imagine too much drama here. We're in our 50-60s and too old for that crap. We never exchanged emails using my current Gmail address. We were never friends on any social media and never texted. I only found out he died through a mutual friend. The email address this email came from is something similar to, and then there's an email. I'm not going to read it out because I don't want to docks the email, but anyways, it's not an address I know or a phrase I recognize. I googled the Gmail address and found it is associated with a comment on a blog post from five years ago. Interestingly, that blog post is a picture tour of a park near where my friend lived before he died. The front part of the email address is associated with a Discog's account.

My friend was a musician, but the name on the Discog's account is Doug Something. Not my friend. And there is no other info on the profile. That could be something else entirely. Otter still is that my email address is Glimmer, and then his email address. The person who sent this Gmail had to know that very specific word. Glimmer means a great deal to me and has for decades. Not the actual word, but a similarly unique one.

Obviously, I know my friend is dead. There was an obituary, and I read an art. celebrating his life and music by some of his friends. As far as I know, this was not his email address, but I can't be sure of that. And the emojis are freaking me out a bit. The message is oddly cryptic like something he might have written when I knew him, poet slash musician type, but he could not have sent it. I would dismiss it as spam, but for the fact the message uses such a unique word for me.

I don't think a spam generator going through random Gmail addresses is going to align the email message in emojis so specifically. What should I do? Is there any way I could learn more? Should I reply and ask who is it? Should I assume it's spam and stop being freaked out? And then some top comments are, assuming I'm not misunderstanding, some things you might think about. Email accounts get hacked, a lot.

Dead people are not safe from this. Indeed, their accounts are more at risk because the passwords are old, static, and likely to be compromised by data breaches, etc. as time goes on. Email accounts also contain a lot of information. Even if he never wrote to you from this account, he could have forwarded an email of yours to it, sent himself a list of contacts, or saved your address on the account contacts. Perhaps most likely, you were both in the distribution list of a group email. sent by someone else. When accounts are hacked, they are often trawled for new addresses to target. The word you are calling Glimmer sounds as though it is apparent from your email address.

So a third party writing to your email address would pick this up from there. Often these weird, spammy messages from compromised accounts do that through some sort of human or automatic algorithm in their attempts to personalize. Often the first word in an email address will be a first name. first name. So in light of all the above, I think it's most likely this is a compromised account throwing out messages at addresses harvested from within its data. You may get more. Some of them may be more obviously from spammer slash fishing, etc. In the meantime, you could run his account through have I been PWNED and similar services. Not conclusive on anything, but if any of his credentials from that account have been compromised at any point, there's a decent chance either that he reused

them for his email account itself or it has been indirectly been brute forced. And then the OP responds to this saying, this is super helpful. It makes me feel better. It makes sense that even a dead person's email could get hacked. I checked the PWNED website and this email address was pinned twice. Nothing about passwords, more email addresses, purchase history and contact info. but you're right that it's possible we are in the same group email messages, and that's how they got my address. And then another commenter says some more speculative and theoretical possibilities. The commenter says,

either he faked his own obituary or told some computer program years ago to send the email today, or he told some friend a whole lot about you. None of those sound great. and then the O.P. He responds to this saying, honestly, I wondered about programming an email to send years ahead of time. This date is really random, though.

It's not my birthday or anything significant. So why? And I guess telling a friend about me is possible, but we really only had one mutual friend before he died. And I know him really well. He wouldn't do this and he would upset him to see it. He's still upset about it. about Jack's death and I don't want him to freak him out. And then that's the last we've ever heard.

So I really wonder what it was. But I mean, most likely hacked. I mean, we've read a few stories on the channel so far about emails sending from dead people's accounts. It's very creepy and it couldn't really be anything, but, you know, possibly hacked. But again, that email that was sent is very, very weird for a hacker. They would like send, in my opinion, I feel like they would send something more fishy or scammy. Like they would try to get you click on something or whatever. But you saw the screenshot and it just seems like it's more like personal in my opinion. But I could be wrong.

It could just be a hacked account. But who knows? I mean, if you guys have any theories, drop them down below. And yeah, let me know your thoughts. On to the next one. Opie asked for advice regarding creepy neighbor who starts appearing out of nowhere. Should I, 25 feet? be concerned about my male neighbor or am I being paranoid? For reference, I live by myself in an apartment

on the first floor. It's located the very back of my apartment building, so there's very minimal foot traffic, usually just my across-the-hall neighbor, his visitors, or delivery people. I have a screened-in patio. I usually leave my door cracked open during the day for my cats to hang out outside. The patio is pretty private, but there is about a two-foot sliver that is viewable from the outside. Anyways, the other day, I left to run errands. And this man, probably late 20s to mid-30s, was peering into my patio.

I confronted him. He explained that his dog named Waffle likes to interact with my cats through the screen. He did have a cute little dog with him. He was friendly, said he lives on the third floor. I didn't think much of it until I got home. Went to open my back door and realized that my back door

had been closed all day. So you'd think he would have noticed that my cats weren't out and left instead of waiting there, peering into my patio, right? On Friday, my coworker slash friend stopped by and we were talking for a while in this little area by my front door.

When I went to walk her out, I opened the door. It opens inward. And since I didn't anticipate a man to just be standing right outside my door, I was startled, and jump back a little. My friend knelt down to pet Waffle and asked, oh, what's his name, etc.

He kept letting Waffle get into my apartment despite my attempts to kindly nudge him back outside. I tried to give him a look, like, hey, get your dog out of my house. But when I went to make eye contact, he didn't have that same friendly expression. He had this look on his face like he was thinking really hard about something,

kind of like the face you'd make if you wrote a shopping list, forgot to bring it with you, so you intensely to remember what was on the list? It was a little unnerving, but whatever. They left and the day went on. Then yesterday, I heard him shouting, Waffle, Waffle, in the morning and later that night. I should mention, I've lived here for three years.

I know that no one has moved in recently. I've never seen this guy, nor have I ever heard him call out for the dog before. I'm a grad student and work from home, so I'm pretty much home all the time. And if he's home due to quarantine, I feel like I would have at least seen him or heard him once before during the earlier months. So now that I've been overthinking about my interactions with the guy,

my front door and patio are at the back of the building. You wouldn't normally walk a dog there since it is just a brick pathway. Maybe he was just curious at first and noticed his dog liked the cats, so he kept her turning. But then why was he peering into my patio when there were clearly no cats out at the time? Why was he so close to my door? Was he listening to my conversation? Am I being paranoid? Or is this behavior a little weird?

On one hand, the guy really could just be innocently walking his dog by my apartment. On the other hand, I'm getting some creepy vibes off this guy. What do you guys think? I'm probably being paranoid, right? Update. I feel a little paralyzed after reading all the responses. I tried to turn. trust my gut instincts, but I wanted to hear from others. I genuinely appreciate everyone

has responded with recommendations and validated that my concerns are warranted. Thank you guys. My friend is staying with me for a little until I increase my safety measures and feel a little safer again. Thank you to anyone checking in. And then some relevant comments. Someone says, O.P. I took a look at your post history. It looks like you have been living at your place for three years and have on and off boyfriend for three years but haven't heard of this guy for the past three years. It's very suspect that he has started to come into your life just after you have broken up with your boyfriend. How often was your ex-boyfriend at this place? He might have picked up that you have been recently single. Also, from the past posts, it seems like you have

been in relationships where you were the dominated, sorry for that term, one. Which is why you are hesitant about the complaint in protecting yourself. But please make yourself safe. Have a camera, log every interaction you have noticed, log the amount of times you have heard him with his dog near your place, and then file a complaint. At the end of it all, it's better to be safe and protect yourself than be sorry about it later. At least with the logs, you can provide that proof to your apartment management and if it needs be to the police. And then the OPEA response to the saying, I didn't even consider this. This is very interesting.

My ex-boyfriend used to be here almost every day or so for the last two to three years. And now after three years of living here, this guy is only now showing up? Now that a man isn't as present? Ugh. Terrifying. And then the OP gives us an update. Update. Should I 25 female be concerned about my male neighbor or am I being paranoid?

Hi, I just wanted to update anyone who read the original post and is wondering how I'm doing. I appreciate everyone's concerns. I didn't expect so many responses offering their recommendations and support. I've updated my security measures, which I should have done when I first moved in anyways. I only let the cats roam around the patio during the day when I'm hanging out in the living room and can supervise, maybe two to three hours a day. I haven't seen this person, nor the dog, since my last interaction. I did hear a woman's voice yelling out the dog's name the other day, but this could be his partner, roommate, friend, etc. I'm not sure. I will update if there are any future interactions with this person, but so far, none.

And let's hope it stays that way. Nonetheless, I am safe. Thank you. Please stay safe also. And then some relevant comments. Some people start talking about a if I go missing folder, which is a file of everything investigators might need to find you, everything from passwords and logins to fingerprints and dental records. And then the comment reads as follows. The box stuff looks like it was edited out, but here's a rundown from this article.

Here are some things you can include in your folder. So I guess O.P. was worrying about going missing and wanted to put together a if I go missing box. And I guess this is just some good information for you guys too. If you are worried you're going to go missing. But some things you want to have, Social media passwords, banking info, dental records, copy of driver's license, cell phone provider login, Fitbit Apple Watch tracking device passwords, photos of identifying scar slash tattoos,

clear unedited makeup less natural photo of your face, photos of jewelry you wear often, places you frequent, handwriting samples, fingerprints, vehicle information, photo of actual vehicle, your typical daily route, cell phone and laptop serial numbers, contact info for your closest friends. And I think this is, you know, positively aimed. Like the people who started this, you know, if I go missing box, have well means. But you just got to be careful if you do do this because, I mean, this is your everything about you in one file. So just be careful. I mean, yes, it could be good for law enforcement to find you.

But at the same time, if a bad actor gets that information, then you could be in trouble. And the commenter even says that in his comment. they say, to say this is all highly private information that you should keep safely tucked away. If possible, give one trusted person access to this information. Don't keep this lying around your home. And then edit two, this got popular so I'd like to say that I am providing info opi asked for, not telling anyone to do this. Also, there is no rule that says this all has to be analog. For those who are upset about leaving this information physically in your home, all of this information can be stored digitally, wherever you believe is safest. In either situation, you simply need to hide it well and give access only to trusted individuals. And that is the last we ever heard of from this threat.

So I hope O.P. is doing well. And, yeah, we really haven't heard anything since. So, yeah, hopefully O.P. is doing well. Hopefully, whatever this creeper was doing in our yard, didn't do anything extreme. But very interesting. And I'm interested to hear any updates or possible updates. but we shall see. I don't think my boss knows that I know there's a camera in my office,

originally posted to R slash True Off My Chest, and originally posted on June 1, 2023, in the post reasons of follows. I don't know where to start because I'm not even sure if this is weird or not. I started at this new job not long ago, and since the first day, I've known there was a camera in my office. I don't think it's necessarily weird to have cameras in an office setting. There's cameras in all sorts of places for all kinds of reasons.

But the camera in my office isn't any sort of built-in fixture. And my individual office room is the only office with a camera in it. On the first day of the job, I realized my boss was too aware of my actions. He said something to me that threw me off. And I knew he wouldn't have brought it up unless he'd been watching me do something. It was just too coincidental. But it was casual at the same time, so it wasn't a direct allusion to the camera he has. But immediately after that incident, I scanned around the room, and I found a camera nestled into a cubby with a small wire that leads into his adjacent office.

My other boss had also indirectly responded to my actions in the group chat. The few times I had spent an excessive amount of time on my phone were time. at the, hey guys, let me know if you guys need anything to work on. I know things are slow. Messages would trickle in. Anything that seemed to hint at me being watched was also said or done ambiguously enough that they weren't revealing anything about being able to see me. And if I'm not supposed to know I'm being watched. And that's what is unsettling to me. The camera is pointed directly at me. Not the door. Not the front of my desk. Not anywhere else that would make sense for security. I've looked at everyone else's offices and did not see a single camera.

The camera is pointed specifically at me, and I don't even deal with money or anything that could be stolen. I don't know if I should bring this up. I'm not entirely mad, and I guess I understand the reasoning. I'm making sure I'm on task or some shit. It just bothers me a little that I can be watched whenever, and they never even disclose that. I feel like someone being constantly monitored has the right to know that they are, especially since I'm the only one being watched like this. I at least use it in my advantage because I at least know not to be on my phone, LOL.

And then the OP gave us an update, and the update reads as follows. I wasn't expecting so many responses. I genuinely appreciate how concerned everyone is about whether or not I'm okay. It makes me feel good knowing a lot of people care about a stranger's well-being. I've seen a lot of comments asking for an update, so this is really the most I have of one. Nothing has changed yet. I haven't brought it up to them because part of me is wondering if they'll eventually remove it. I was curious to see if they would ever bring it up themselves.

Or if I could find a way to hint at the fact that I know. I sort of want them to stay unaware that I know so I can see how they act in response to my actions to potentially call it out in the future. The top comment is pretty funny about staring into the camera. There were a few times where something ridiculous had happened was something and I'd stare into the camera for a moment as if I was breaking the fourth wall, LMAO. I don't think I'm going to bring it up just yet. I actually really like working here. I get along with my coworkers and they pay me decently for what I do.

For everyone asking, yes, I am a woman. I don't think this is as much of a harassment case as it is just a micro-managing thing. They haven't done or said anything to me to make me feel like they were hitting on me. Just genuine politeness. My guess for the camera is that there may be testing my integrity and seeing how much time I spent on my phone even out of view of other people, which I could understand. But wow. I wish there was another way besides a camera on me. There's been a few other micromanaging things to happen like have irked me a little. But I still like my bosses in spite of that. If something changes like if I start getting the vibe that it's becoming creepy, I'll keep you guys updated.

Oh, and also a few things I wanted to mention that a lot of people had ideas about. You guys had good ideas, by the way. Due to where it's at, it would be really hard to cover the camera with anything. I can't really reach it, so I'd have to find something that may be a wide shelf that would block view from underneath it. The wire runs into my boss's office. You can't see the wire from mine, so I'd have to take a picture of it from inside. his office so I don't know if I'm able to evidence collect too easily. I'm also trying to be a bit vague with details because I got a little paranoid about the idea of my boss somehow coming across this thread. Anyways, I appreciate you guys and I'm sorry I don't have a more thrilling update.

I'll let you guys know if anything changes. And then some relevant comments under this post. And then someone says, anytime you are finished with a task and waiting for another one, spend excessive amounts of time staring into the camera. Another person says, Is this your office? Place a nice plant slash object in the way of the camera to decorate. If the decoration is moved, ask why. Why are they so passive-aggressive?

How much time do they waste snooking off to whatever you're doing? This type of stuff is usually someone just stroking their ego, flexing their power. Weirdos. And then a user replies that saying, from other comments in the thread, O.P. is a 21-year-old woman, so definitely double-sketch.

And I would agree. I mean, if no one else has a camera in their office, but she does, especially if she's one of the only young woman in the office. Yeah, that's a little bit, a little bit weird. Another commenter says, not to be weird, O.P., but I did look at your post-history

because I needed more context on your age and gender, as I think it does matter in the situation. Seeing that you're a 22 female confirmed that my system, that your boss may be a creep. You mentioned that at least one of your bosses is a male, which makes me wonder what his intentions are. I'm also not sure how deep of a search you did of your office, but I would implore you to look under your desk, chair, and anywhere in the surrounding area, where you typically sit. Nowadays, cameras are easily available online that

can be as small as a button, or be disguised as something benign like a smoke detector. It is possible that you are only one being spied on. But it is also possible that your employer has hidden cameras elsewhere in your workplace, such as bathrooms or breakrooms. That escalated quickly. You also did not mention what state you are from, but I am pretty sure any lawyer in any states could make a case for a young woman that was being filmed without her consent by her male employers.

No matter which way you split it, it looks very bad on their end, and I can't really think of any non-nefarious reason why they would need to record you. I know you are not asking for advice, but I would confront them directly or gather evidence to turn into the police and quit. No job is worth your privacy. And this person isn't completely wrong, but I would disagree on there's not, they said there's a non-nefarious reason they would be doing this. And I think the OP has highlighted the non-nefarious reason why they might be doing this is to check on her productivity or if they are just checking if she's doing her job, I guess. which, you know, isn't a great explanation, but there is a possible, I guess, alibi to the boss and be like, well, I was just trying to see if you're doing your job.

And so there is a possible reason, but it is pretty creepy. And then the OP gives us an update. And the update reads as follows. And this was also posted 24 days after the original post. And it reads as follows. There's no HR, but the camera was removed thanks to IT. So, as previously stated, I still never said anything about the camera. I wasn't really comfortable with it, but I got used to being conscious of my actions

so they weren't seen anything I didn't want them to. There also isn't some sort of HR to talk to about this or anything like that. But our IT guy came in and he asked my boss about it. I wasn't in the room, so I didn't hear the conversation. But the first thing I heard was my boss saying that the camera was there before my office ever was. Something about using it to see the front door originally, I guess. That was a weird excuse to me, though, because I've been there for at least two months at this point, and there's no way they could have accidentally watched me as much as it felt like they had been. Hearing the conversation

out loud also confirmed beyond a shadow of the doubt that it was a camera and that I wasn't paranoid. The IT guy must have felt some type of way about it, because I didn't hear what he said, but I heard my boss say something about, well, it's not like I was just watching her in her office in sort of a quieter, sheepishly defensive way. Nobody said anything to me while they were moving it. They took it from his side, not mine. But they instead put it where it would be facing the front door. This happened just over a week ago. I haven't posted an update until now because I was waiting to see if the camera would be put back.

I really wanted to see if they were going to put it back a few days after IT left, because that would have been wild. But it's been over a week now. The camera is still away from me. It'll take some time before I stopped feeling like I'm watched all the time, though. I'm really curious what the guy said to my boss, whether he said something about it not being allowed, or if he called it flat out creepy, ha ha. But I'm glad he did say something, as it got resolved without me ever having to say anything. I'd like to think he low-key had my back.

I've still just been acting as if I've never known and haven't said anything about it. And work carries on. Also, it's so wild that the story got put in a Smosh video. Holy shit. And now it's got put in a Snook video, so I know Snook is in as popular as Smosh, but it's something. Anyways, I heard the news back to back. First time that, hey, Smosh brought their channel back at the same time as, hey, your post is in a new Smosh video. I made this post mostly to vent because I couldn't tell if I had the right to feel.

feel so weird about this situation because everyone in my personal circle says it isn't that weird. So it's nice that so many strangers are validating how I feel. To hear people talk about my experience on a public platform was a little surreal. I won't lie. It's got so much more traction than I was ever expecting. But it makes me feel better. So thank you. Genuinely, my experience feels validated and it feels heard.

And I feel better because of it. I'm still going to stay at this job because I still like everyone here and I enjoy my feels. but now I'll be doing it under a little less surveillance, L.O.L. If the camera comes back, I'll let you know. And then some relevant comments on this post. One comment reads, you're just way too kind, but if that's her decision, go for it. Hoping for the best. And I'd agree. She is being very chill about it. I mean, I personally would be like, hey, how about that camera?

That was in my office staring at me and you'd sometimes, like, respond to the things I do. So you're watching it? And so I would definitely confront them, but yeah, she does have a good gig going. It sounds like she likes her job, which is great. But still, it's a little bit creepy that the boss is doing that. And if, you know, I'm sure he won't probably put the camera back because if he got caught once, that's one thing. But if he gets caught again, that's another where he definitely looks like a creep.

So I don't know. Maybe the creep learned his lesson. Maybe he is a creep. Maybe he isn't a creep. I don't know. I'm interested to hear more about the story, but the O.P really hasn't posted about it ever since, so we don't know. Another commenter says,

I'm relieved that the camera was moved at the very least, but I'm still very worried for you in your situation. The details you heard them say definitely confirms things. They don't use the cameras for any work-related purpose, and they know it sounds creepy, and it also sounds like it's kept secret since other people like the IT guy didn't know about it and also got creeped out by it.

I can only imagine how you must feel by it all, but I'm sure it's scary and very uncertain. From what I've read, it sounds like you really value this job, so downplaying things and hoping for the best might feel like the only safe solution to not provoke them and stay at the job. If I understood things right at the least, but please stay safe. Not taking action and relying on others to help you is not a safe or lasting solution to things. And I want to point out that who your bosses are publicly do not reflect who they are, or even so if they seem like nice people, then they don't mean they actually are.

That's how it was written. My bad for reading it like an idiot. I'm saying this because if someone is willing to do one bad thing, then they are probably willing to do one more. So if someone who holds power over you, see that you don't fight back or take precautions, then they are more likely to use it to their advantage. They might be nice now,

but who knows if that will change. But if they leave you alone and things turn out well after this, then that is ideal, I guess. But I want to advise you that look for more, cameras just in case to be on the safe side like how people look for hitting cameras when they stay at a hotel kind of thing small hidden cameras hidden items like screws and stuff like that i know there's a way to find them like using your phone's flashlight or something i think maybe look that up when you're at home so you can check your office and maybe bathrooms or something but i hope things work out

for you and that you stay safe and i'd agree i mean this kind of is another lesson for y'all guys Yeah, don't be so, I don't know what the word is. Submissive, I guess. Not submissive, but, you know, fight back if something weird like that happens. Because, yeah, people will take advantage of you if they can walk over you. I mean, this girl kind of showed that she won't fight back against something. Is that the boss might be like, okay, cool. She didn't really say anything about this.

So I might try to do another thing to spy on her or something. And so, yeah, just like, if you see something, say something. interesting story and hopefully nothing else creepy happens but interesting story on to the next one unknown venous device somewhere in apartment are we being stalked slash recorded need advice on what it could be originally posted to r slash rbi i in the post reads as follows strange occurrences i need to find some sort of reasoning or explanation for i don't know if all of these instances are related slash connected somehow, but these are just some things that stood out to me. Are we potentially being stalked or recorded by someone in our apartment?

I'm the kind of person that loves creepy stories of stalkers, ghosts, murders, encounters, and so on. And because of this, interest, it makes me have a pretty bleak view of humanity and always think that people are generally horrible and always up to something which makes me always be prepared to defend myself or my loved ones. Maybe because I read all these stories that I'm looking for it. So maybe I'm just quick to think that something sinister is going on when it may just be something harmless. I'll let you decide. Anyways, I'm a college student, and I basically live in two apartments. I stay at my brother's apartment a lot, but I mostly stay at my own apartment that I share. I live with my friend, who is a pretty attractive girl, who is

basically a pixie fairy, which as a guy, I know older men love to drool over. So I always worry that since she's not as vigilant as me and really weak, that she could be an easy target for a stalker or creep, which there have been some weird suitors in the past couple of years, but nothing like stalking. So today we got a Christmas tree for the apartment, and we're just chilling in the living room when we hear a sound from a device in the kitchen, which is like two feet away in the next room, make a swooshing sound. And then an Alexa type male voice recording saying the word, Venus. It sounded as if a device was turning on or off or something like that. We don't own any Alexa products or anything like that. We both have the female Siri on our phones too.

We both look at each other and say what the fuck made that sound. She kind of chuckled and said, Did it just say penis or, but I heard Venus. I go over there and see if one of our phones were over there, but there wasn't any mobile devices or speakers in the kitchen. I go back in the living room and we check our phones to see if one of us got a message on our phones, but neither one of us did. She asked me if I was fucking with her, but I was going to ask her the same thing. This kind of freaked her out. And with my paranoia, I immediately think it could be some sort of recording device or something to spy on her because I'm not there a lot. And I was actually about to leave too. The only devices in the kitchen are a Consori air fryer, the microwave,

oven and a water fountain for the cats. I search on the internet about anything that could have made the sound and said Venus or even penis, which wasn't a helpful search. But nothing useful showed up. It's exam week and I usually go study at my brother's apartment so I had to leave and I didn't want to freak her out with my conspiracy theories, but I did. As I was driving to my brothers, I was thinking about it and remember that about two weeks ago, we were talking in a room for a second when we both heard, vibrating from a phone. I said, someone's calling you.

But she had nothing on her phone. I even looked at mine, and there wasn't anything on there too. But the buzzing was still going on. There are our upstairs neighbors, but they are short-term occupants, Airbnb guests. But the phone sounded like it was in our apartment,

but we could not pinpoint where. It wasn't from upstairs because we only usually hear faint footsteps, loud bangs, or yelling and such because they are old, New Orleans wood floors, but would not be able to hear a phone buzzing that clearly, even if it was laying bare on the wood floor above us. In my research, the only thing I could come up with that

could have possibly made the Venus noise was maybe an LG Venus phone turning on. It's a burner phone that has a decent camera, but still shitty. When you turn it on, it makes a swooshing sound that may be similar to the swooshing sound recording we heard, but I don't remember it specifically. But the only thing is I haven't found a video of the phone turning on and making the swooshing and then saying Venus. Maybe it says it in a new update for the phone, but I don't know. That's the only thing that I could come up with, which could potentially be terrifying if there is a cell phone turning on in our apartment that we have been living in for five months. Neither of us own an extra phone, especially a burner. Need to know what it could be. One last weird occurrence

at this apartment was when I was about to leave, I heard a weird noise come from the upstairs apartment, as if somebody dropped a bowling ball on a slanted wood floor, causing it to bounce, then roll. I just brushed it off, as there was probably just some Airbnb guests making their usual stops and bangs from upstairs. But I didn't know that there were any guests staying that day because it was 7 p.m. and I hadn't heard any noises besides that all day. Not even footsteps, as I was driving off, for some reason on that night, I was curious if there was even guests staying there at the moment. I decided to just drive around the perimeter of the apartment and notice that all of the

second floor's lights were completely off as if nobody was home at all, which was kind of weird because what made that noise a couple minutes ago? Update 1. So it also just dawned on me that all of these occurrences only happened at night right before I was trying to or about to leave the apartment. Every single instance involved me in some way telling her I'm about to head out for the night. Just another detail I just thought of. Could just be coincidental. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this post. One comment reads and the top comment reads, okay, so I completely understand if this isn't convincing to you, but

please take this into consideration from a fellow paranoia-prone true crime, conspiracy-type junkie, but upon reading your post, I feel quite certain I know the answer, as I experience this exact same phenomenon currently. I live in a 1950s house, and for some odd reason, only in one particular spot of my basement, I can hear someone's phone vibrating upstairs in the room directly above, so loud and clear that it actually freaked me out and froze me dead in my tracks the first handful of times I noticed this in recent months. Recently rearranged the basement, so spending extended time in the spot is completely new. And the most bizarre part is, no other sound, whether it be speaking voices, the TV, etc., travels even remotely as much

as phone vibrating specifically does. For reference, the floors are carpet over hardwood, and there's solid, naughty pine wall panels in the basement. Not sure if this could be contributing to the sound carrying, but I recall mention of an older structure. and wood flooring in near situation as well. I bet money you are indeed hearing a phone vibrating upstairs, despite very possibly not hearing other types of sounds carrying nearly as much or at all, because I've concluded this is the cause for me.

However, if you're hearing this vibrating and Venus sound continue when the unit in question is seemingly unoccupied to the best of your knowledge, then I'm not so sure my theory holds up for your situation. As in my situation, the phones have to be nearly directly above me for this to occur. The other inexplicable loud thump could be easily explained away by numerous random things, but I totally understand how that can seem notable and worth making a mental note of given other recent happenings you've experienced. That I personally wouldn't worry about unless it becomes a continued, unexplainable concern, or disturbance.

I hope my thoughts gave you something to consider. I hope you find some answers and peace of mind to whatever it is that's going on. And my apologies in advance, if I just wrote this wall of text only for others to have beat me to posting the same thing, didn't have time to scan all comments before typing away. And then the OPE responds to this saying, no, this was helpful. Obviously, I believe that all of these instances are separate. But since these are things that have stuck out to me recently, I left it up to you all to let me know y'all's thoughts on the situation and how these things,

things can be explained without saying that someone is living in my walls. I would prefer not to think that, but if that drives me to dig deeper on this issue, I will. Another commenter says, could the rolling sound be the noise of a sliding wardrobe door? And then the Opie says, I don't know. I only know that the sound definitely came from the upstairs apartment and not from inside our apartment. And then some other people just have general theories such as the Wi-Fi router making that sound, Some people just think it's a random device in their apartment that they might not be considering such as a fan or something that just makes a venous sound or a swooshing sound. Some people do have the hidden camera conspiracies or the theories and none of them really have much credibility.

A lot of other people have the upstairs neighbor phone buzzing conspiracy or theory. But yeah, everyone just has a ton of different theories, but a lot of people just think it's a Bluetooth speaker or something of the sort. But then the OP gives us an update, and it's pretty disturbing. The update reads as follows. Venus Noise, Possible Stalker Update, found something disturbing that is messing with my head. Hi everyone, so I posted a while back in December trying to identify some strange things that were happening in my friend and I's apartment. You can view original post here, so since my last post, I've done a few things. Number one, I searched every crack and crevice in the apartment and came up with nothing on anything out of the ordinary.

Two, I purchased a hidden camera slash bug detector and searched throughout the house and didn't come up with anything. Number three, I sleep within reach of not one, but two guns in two different rooms just in case something were to happen. Now, we were presented with a wait and see what happens kind of situation. and then act accordingly from there. For the past month or so, everything seemed to be fine, nothing out of the ordinary. And eventually, we even forgot about the whole thing in general. Then we started hearing a weird noise outside that sounded kind of like an intermittent buzzing or hum towards the back of the house where the bathroom window was located.

Houses make weird noises all the time, so I told my friend not to worry about it because there's nothing in that little alleyway on the side of the house besides overgrown plants and an air conditioning unit. A couple days later, I was smoking a cigarette at night when I started thinking about what that could have been. So I go around the house to check it out. When I turned the corner, I saw a metal bench that wasn't there a couple weeks ago, around the time I made the first post, and checked the house inside and out. A bench is no big deal. Especially when you're renting a house the owner is going to store some shit without you knowing. The thing that weirded me out was where it was placed when there are a ton of places it could

have been put. It was intentionally put right up against the raised house right under our bathroom window. I took a picture of it because something about it to rub me the wrong way. And then the OP linked a picture to the bench and as you can see there's the bench up against the side of the house with the window which I assume is the bedroom. and so yeah definitely a weird place to have a bench. I mean, so someone could be standing there looking inside the window at night or during the day or whenever. Very creepy though.

And then the OPE continues saying, The thing that weirded me out is that when a grown-ass man like me stands on it, you're at the perfect height to try to sneak a peek through the tiny cracks in the bathroom window's old curtain. When I could see through the cracks, I felt a knot in my stomach. Both of us got a strange feeling whenever showering or using the two, toilet as it being fully exposed. I don't know if that's why, but it could explain some of those feelings. I immediately sent the picture to our landlord, and they said that they don't own that bench. So it must have been left from the previous tenants. I know that wasn't the case because

the bench wasn't there in December when I did a whole sweep of the house. This really creep me the fuck out. Who is going back there? And how did somebody place a whole bench without us even knowing? We literally never go back there. My roommate has never even seen the side of the house because there's nothing back there of any interest besides an air conditioner unit and a couple windows. The night I took the picture of the bench, I then moved the bench away from the window and flipped it upside down just to see what would happen. I checked back a week later and the bench is in the original place I found it, under the bathroom window again, right side up. Fuck that.

As of a couple days ago, we immediately set up cameras on the exterior of the house. They cover the door, the whole front porch, and the driveway on the side of the house where our cars are that also has a eyes on one of the entrances to where the little back alleyway, where the bench is located, can be accessed. So we can now see if someone is walking back during night because the motion, sensor floodlight that lights up the driveway does go off in the middle of the night on the most random nights. I stay up late so I always see it turn on, but figured it was always just squirrels, rats, or even just possums. But the alleyway can also be accessed from the street by just

jumping into the neighbor's yard and then jumping the next short fence that separates us from our neighbor without being seen on camera. Now it is just another game of wait and see. I really fucking hope this is just a weird coincidence, because this is just fucking strange. If there's actually a peeping Tom or a stalker, or hopefully not something worse, then I'm grabbing my gun and going after this person myself. This is nerve-wracking, just waiting out to see what the worst-case scenario is going to play out. And this is just insane. I mean, the OP literally just prove that somebody is back there, you know, trying to peek through

the window or the bathroom window. I mean, what other coincidence could it be other than a peeping tom? And let's get into some of the top comments. One commenter says, as someone who has caught a peeping tom before, here are a few tips I can think of. Number one, the problem won't just magically disappear. People that are prone to this type of behavior have low self-control and are possibly a loner. This allows them to almost get caught, i.e. flipping the bench is a red flag for them.

however, their low self-control slash loneliness will cause them to do it again even after almost getting caught slash looking over evidence that someone is trying to figure them out slash catch them. These feelings are conflicting for the perpetrator as they know the right thing to do is walk away, however being attracted to the victim they simply cannot. See how to catch a predator videos. When the perpetrator is caught, look at the fear slash regret in their eyes. These kinds of people are generally lonely. cowards. Number two, this is probably someone who has an unsuspicious access to your home.

It's hard for someone who lives far away to pull off repeated attempts at looking into your bathroom. Try imagining pulling the crime off from their side. If the victim lives far away, they have to move through the entire neighborhood without suspicion. They would have to find a way to park the car slash bike they use for transport for an extended amount of time. In order to meet their goals, they could be hovering in that alley for hours, which is hard in a neighborhood in which they don't live slash no access to parking without other people getting suspicious of new vehicles around.

Take that from the viewpoint of someone who has access with an excuse if they get caught. Your landlord, if challenged, can just say they're doing maintenance or the neighbor can say they were just outside for smoke. This gives the perpetrator plausible deniability something that if they are planning this out. Number three,

Don't let them know you are looking for them until you have gathered evidence. I know it's on your mind right now, but it's not the time to go asking questions about benches. In my mind, you have already messed up by flipping the bench slash mentioning it to the landlord. If the perpetrator is the landlord, now you have to depend on his inability to control himself to catch him by now. This is going to be a hard pill to swallow, but if you let the predator get wind, you're coming, there may not be sufficient evidence to convict them, which could lead to you, being stalked slash give them motives to do something more dangerous. I'm not trying to scare you, just trying to get you to get some gravity behind the situation. Don't talk openly about what is

happening. The perpetrator could be closer to you than you think. Remember you are essentially hunting a human being that's hunting you. Are you acting more intelligently than they are? Number four, prepare for the results of your actions. Are you trying to catch such to convict them or make them stop. Are you ready to go to court and face someone you may know? Do you want them to just stop or are you looking for a criminal conviction? Do you have the money to find a new place to live? Can you stomach living next to a predator if they don't get convicted? Or are you still in the area after the incident? I believe you have every right to make this stop. Just get your ducks in a row beforehand and know your goals. Number five. Fight the fear. You are scared, but remember,

You have that advantage. If you're trying to make this stop, be loud. Make it obvious that they are not welcome. Yell, it will attract attention to them. Be obvious. The perpetrator could make excuses such as they couldn't have known that I was there or they're just outside by mere coincidence. Any excuse to justify coming back to re-offend you.

They aren't trying to admit they are being caught. The criminal always thinks they are the smartest person in the situation and can't be caught. Okay, now we can cover things that make. make it hard for the predators to move around your home. Number one, hidden cameras. Get a hidden camera to cover the area. Just know that they could be a human stalking you and could be watching you put it up. Don't assume that you are smarter than your stalker.

Your advantage is not having to hide. They sell haunting cameras for cheap that take pictures of motion detection. Be sneaky with your reconnaissance actions and don't mention it to anyone. Operational security is paramount to success. Number two, animals. Dogs slash cats have better senses than you do. If you are not a fan of owning a pet, find a stray cat. Feed it at night slash pet it and put a bell around its neck. You were doing good thing for the cats. Also, it's going to go up to whomever is around your home for pets and food jingling that little bell. There's nothing more funny than having a fully grown man run from a little cute jingle bell's cat to avoid suspicion. Dogs will sense the movements outside your window and bark, especially little ones. Number three, passive obstacles. Put piles of leaves slash garden hoses or little things to trip on outside your home. They are trying to be quiet. When on approach, they may accidentally step on your leaf pile, which is an unmistakable noise. When spooked, the person has to run from your home while trying to be quiet and avoiding obstacles while not looking suspicious.

All that adds to the evidence for court you're trying to collect. Number four, lighting. Light from a window at night makes it a one, way mirror. If you think someone's outside, it's definitely counterintuitive to shut off the light. I mean, it's what makes us feel safe. However, when you do, you will be able to see outside of that window. You could get someone to bait them in and then shut off the lights and look outside. You can probably catch them if you're quick enough, but I realize that this is scary for anyone. Get a motion or switch light that's brighter than your indoor light, which will reverse the refractivity of the window and make it easy to see someone standing there. This will deter the

offender and it also has plausible deniability. If there's a bench out there, you are just being nice to the person using it so that they don't have to smoke in the dark, of course. In conclusion, don't take my advice as legal counsel. Definitely alert to police at some point. I'm not a lawyer, just another board redditor that was looking for a new community to join and suggested I come here. I want to help you and the community and I apologize for the long workup. And wow, that guy had an amazing comment. I mean, he literally laid it out the best ways to catch this stalker, but yeah, great comment. And then the OPEA replied to this with a short, thank you.

That's actually very useful. Another commenter said, take the screws out, but put it back together only slightly. So when someone stands on it, you're alerted by the loud sound, is metal falling over. And then the OPE said, that's a really good idea. and we have never heard from the OP since then. I know. Very inconclusive ending. I'm sorry about that.

And we have a lot to wonder about and theorize about after this. I mean, we never figured out what the Venus sound came from. I mean, I feel like the OP literally didn't even address that in the update. He just like found that the chair is there. And then he's like, oh, well, I guess the Venus sound was coming from wherever. So we don't know where the Venus sound was coming from.

We don't know where the buzzing sound was coming from, but we do know that there's someone probably stalking the O.P. Through the window, which is crazy. And, yeah, I mean, could O.P. be, I'm not calling him crazy, but, I mean, with the Venus sound and just worrying about a chair, I don't know. This is a very, very crazy thread. I mean, it had a lot of turns and unexpected things happen,

and that final commenter really did. help outline it for O.P. on what he should do. But yeah, we've just never heard from O.P. again. Like the O.P. literally went radio silent after this and hasn't been on the account for five years. So hopefully O.P.'s okay. Hopefully nothing happened. And I mean, they didn't even give us a really good area of where this is happening. So we don't know if we can look up any sort of news articles in this area or from this area. But I have no clue what to believe. I mean, there definitely could be something weird going to be. on a weird stalker, but I have no clue.

I'd love to hear your theories, though, so please comment down below on your thoughts on this. But yeah, this was a long, long thread, but very, very interesting. And, yeah, sadly, inconclusive. Parasite Man from R slash confession. And a quick warning. This one is actually disturbing, disgusting.

And if you get grossed out by stuff, like food-related stuff and people tampering with your food and drink, then, yeah, just a quick warning and let's get into this. My obsession hurts others around me. It's also my preference, but it goes far deeper than that. I'll try to explain the obsession the best I can by explaining how it started. Basically, when I was young, I caught pinworms. It was a strange feeling.

and the itch was painful. My parents took me to the doctor, and I got medication to cure it. This event is what sparked my obsession. The thought that my body could be their whole world, their lifeline, almost a planet of sorts. It was so interesting. After that, I began researching pinworms and other parasites, and I found out the human body already hosts parasites such as Demodex,

on their eyelashes, and I wanted to know how many a human body could endure without a chance of serious health issues. This curiosity has plagued my mind for years. I'm now 25, but I am very well versed in parasites, as have been studying them for over 10 years. I also purposely infect myself with non-lethal parasites because it's part of a preference of mine. Some have worked better than others, Quite a few have given me serious diarrhea and fevers, while others have been much more bearable. I currently have pinworms and tapeworms, various non-pathogenic Pratoa, and hair down there lice. I am incredibly masochistic, so although it's uncomfortable, I do feel pleasure from it. All these parasites mean I need to eat a lot more than the average person, and I still look thin,

And to be quite honest, it means I can enjoy so much more food than most people. I also keep multiple cultures of bedbugs and leeches and containers and allow them to feed on my blood sometimes. Although those kinds are not really my passion as they do not live primarily on the human body, but I think they're interesting nonetheless, and I find them pretty cute. Now it's time for my confession. My obsession and fetish isn't just about infecting myself anymore. I also have the desire to infect others, and I have acted on those desires.

Sometimes my parasites just pioneer to new lands on their own. My family have caught pinworms multiple times without my intention, and other times I purposely spread them. I have infected strangers, friends, and even my own family. I know it's bad, but I just can't stop. I think I have parasites in my brain that make me feel like I need to spread them, I know how crazy that sounds, but if you knew the feeling, you would understand. Maybe it's just a mental illness, or maybe its origin is parasitic in nature.

I really don't know. All I know is it feels good when I do these things. I feel an intense need to spread my children, and when I do, I feel pleasure. I must have spent thousands on my children over the years. I sometimes sprinkle tapeworm eggs into people's drinks, when I'm out at clubs. I also caught hair down their lice from relations with a random woman I met at the same club, and in return I'm pretty sure I gave her pinworms, so it was a trade.

The woman wasn't even attractive. I just wanted to gift her some pinworms, and instead I basically won the jackpot by sleeping with her. I then spread my hair down their lice to at least four of them. other women. Sometimes I also sprinkle worm eggs onto food in buffets whenever I visit them. Holy shit. Like hold up before I finish this story, that's insane. That has made me never want to eat at a buffet ever again or go to a club ever again. That is horrific. This psychopath legitimately is spreading worm eggs onto food in buffets. That is the,

most disturbing thing I have ever read. Oh my God. And I guess we will finish what we have started reading. And the post finishes up by saying, yes, I understand you would think it's gross and messed up. I am basically betraying my species for my children. It's hard. I do enjoy people and I have wonderful friends and family. But I also love my parasites and my preference is just too hard to control. I don't want to hurt anyone when I do these things, but a force beyond my understanding is driving me to do it. I think I could possibly have a parasite in my brain that has not yet been discovered. I'm sorry to all the people I've caused discomfort to, but it's for a cause beyond human understanding. Although this can all be justified, I still feel guilt. I don't want to hurt anyone.

I hope the people I spread my gifts to can find it in their hearts to be a little more open-minded and not kill my children, but learn to live with them like I have instead. I'm aware how strange and disgusting others will find me if they knew. I'm aware of how immoral this seems to most people. I'm assuming you may see me in a negative light after reading this, but remember, I only want what's best for my children. and if you were truly in my shoes, I'm sure you would do the same.

And oh my God, there is a lot to unpack there. Him wanting to spread his children. Him calling them children is just insane. That is so creepy and him just wanting to spread it. He also said he believes this is all justified, but he still feels guilt. I just, oh my gosh. That's just one of the craziest and most disgusting

stories I've ever read and I never, ever want to go to a buffet again or ever go to a club or I don't know, hang out with randos. But hopefully you watching, everyone watching, never went into someone like that and you catch one of his children, as he calls it. On to the next one. Creepy pizza delivery guy. Originally posted to creepy encounters. So, me and my boyfriend like going out dancing on the weekend, which always ends up with us stumbling into our favorite pizza place before joining the taxi queue. We've done this most weekends for over a year now, so have become somewhat friendly with the guys who owns the pizzeria. They know us by name and always make a big fuss over us and offer us discount every

time. Now here's where it gets freaky. Last night, a Sunday night, at 11 p.m., My boyfriend and I were in bed because we both had work this morning. My phone started ringing, which was weird for that time of night. And I saw it was an unknown number, so I ignored it. Next thing we know, there's someone knocking on the front door. All the lights in the house were off, so we were clearly in bed or not in. I had another call from the same number. And then the person knocking started hammering on the door and flickering the letterbox.

My boyfriend got up to answer it, even though I was a bit shaken up and warned him not to. If I had been alone in the house, I never would have answered. So he goes downstairs to answer the door, and lo and behold, it's one of the guys from the pizzeria holding two freshly cooked pizzas that we didn't order. He said not to tell the other guys at the shop, but they were a gift from him to us, his favorite customers. My boyfriend took them from him and thanked him, but we couldn't get back to sleep for hours. We just felt so odd about it.

We have ordered from there once for a takeaway, so that's clearly how he got our address and my phone number, but it's still weird, right? And then some of the comments under the post read as follows. Weird. I wonder if he thought you'd be home alone? Which is a scary thought. I had a weird pizza delivery encounter a couple years ago. I answered the door and he fidgeted longer than needed to hand me the pizza. He didn't say anything, but I don't know.

He gave me a weird feeling. And I even said it to my roommates when I came back in. Minutes later, he requests me on Facebook, which creep me the fuck out. I decided to Google his name and look at his dockets. I'm a nosy bitch anyway, but had to find out his deal. and the first search result is a news article about him impersonating a police officer and kidnapping someone. He had charges before that for harassment too, so now I'm a little paranoid. I think like a week later, I'm pumping gas and I look over and he's at the red light.

Just staring me down. Nothing further happened. I don't think he worked there that long, but I definitely should have said something to the pizza place because someone with that record should not be a delivery driver. I'm not saying he shouldn't work. He can cook the pizza, but like he shouldn't have access to people's info and going to their homes. I would maybe let the manager know,

or maybe your boyfriend could talk to them. Either way, I'd keep alert because he came after hours. Who knows if he'll do it again? And then the OP replied to that comment by saying, wow, that's so creepy. I know what you mean about the weird feeling. You should always trust your gut. I'm glad nothing else untoward happened to you.

They definitely shouldn't have someone like that be able to access customer information. I wonder how often these things get overlooked. It's a scary thought. My boyfriend is going to have a word with the manager next time we're in town. If it had been early on the day, Andy said it was a canceled order or something, it probably wouldn't have been so weird. But to be out so late and literally knock us awake just to give us two pizzas, that we didn't order is so freaky.

Another comment read, That's very strange. It seems to be a very odd time to be delivering pizzas to your house. Maybe he thought you didn't live with your boyfriend. My guess is that he got off work and wanted to bring you the pizzas and was hoping that you would invite him in.

He said not to tell the other guys at the shop seems suspicious as well. He knows that what he's doing isn't professional, so he's keeping his co-report. workers from finding out. I think you should call the manager and tell him what happened. That delivery guy shouldn't have access to your personal contact information and come into your house late at night. I'm glad your boyfriend answered the door and you were safe upstairs. The OP then replies to that comment by saying, that's such a scary thought. He has delivered

to our house before when I was alone, so it makes sense he was checking to see if I lived alone. That's pretty freaky. And then another comment read, Hopefully you didn't eat those pizzas either. You never know what he may have put on him. There was a news story in 2015 about a man who was repeatedly busting into females' co-worker's coffee because he was attracted to her. Beating on your door in the middle of the night and calling persistently shows the pizza guy as a wacko.

I hope you toss those pizzas in the trash bin. The OP then replied, saying, and yep, the pizzas were going in the bin the next morning. And then an update post. Posted two years later. The O.P. said, I wrote a post a while back about a creepy delivery guy who turned up at my house late at night with pizzas for me that I didn't order.

You can read it here. So I thought I'd provide an update for everyone who wanted one. After the night, the guy, I'll call it. him Bill for now, turned up at our house, me and my partner went out for drinks a couple weeks later and ended up in the pizza shop. We noticed immediately that Bill was not there, and I assumed that he was out on the delivery instead. Before we left, though, the manager came out of the back and said hello, and then apologized profusely about Bill's behavior, and told us that he was fired. He was very thankful that we weren't boycotting the place,

and I assured him that we wouldn't because it really was the best, pizza around. I'm not sure how the manager found out about Bill bringing the pizzas to our house, but I informed the manager about everything else that happened that night. How late it was, Bill calling my phone, etc. And manager was furious, to say the least. He assured us that he wouldn't be letting him work there again and my partner and I went on our way and went home. A few months later, we moved houses, unrelated to Bill, and never heard from him again. Until he showed up one night at our new house, he was delivering food for Uber Eats. I didn't want to take it further because we hadn't heard or seen him in months, so we just

left it alone and went about our life. But then, about a month ago, I was going through my message requests on Facebook, and I saw that someone called Bill had been messaging me. or trying to, for months. I went into the messages and clicked his profile, and lo and behold, it was creepy bill. I blocked him immediately, and that was when I decided I'd report him on Uber Eats, so I filed a complaint about him,

and I haven't heard anything since. But, yeah, I've got no idea how he found me on Facebook or how he knew my surname, but he did and tried to message me for months. So there's the update. Creepy stuff. Opie's dad went missing, and the police are being hostile

to her attempts to get answers. Dad missing since June 1st. And the post reads as follows. Yesterday, I found messages in my spam folder on Facebook Messenger from one of my dad's friends concerned about him. She sent the first message on June 8th, then June 10th,

she and her brother went with the police to do welfare check. Once I found these messages, I immediately tried to call the number she left but saw on her Facebook that she died on June 13th. Through my investigation, I found that she was found unresponsive by the same brother that visited my dad's with her. When she went with police on June 10th, they found that his car door was wide open. Key in the ignition.

Battery dead. His front door was unlocked and he and his dog were nowhere to be found inside. Police went again yesterday after I called. They had to cut the lock to his gate, and they found the same scene. It's a remote property, and he let it get really grown over. A search is happening today. This just seems weird to me, but maybe I'm trying to make sense of nothing. My dad has been missing since June 1st.

I don't really know the kind of company he kept either, just hoping to get some more brainpower to help me churn on this. Edit. Yesterday, I went up and spent the day at my dad. dad's property with search and rescue teams. They brought dogs out and searched for hours but came up with nothing. The lead investigator took his laptop and cell phone and is working on getting into his bank accounts. Last recorded activity for my dad is officially May 30th. They reported him as missing and if no leads come from what they've got, then it'll be transferred to missing persons in a couple

days. I'm not as concerned about the brother anymore. I found out the woman and my dad met on a dating nap. He was apparently very popular with the ladies on there, and they had a bit of a tumultuous relationship. As it goes, when dating several people at once, I imagine. She was in poor health, and I confirmed that from a voicemail I heard from her where she sounded terrible, she apparently died from pneumonia. My dad had some angry voicemails from his girlfriends, one in particular, was super angry and followed up with another voicemail about how her new boyfriend didn't want her hanging around my dad. That's my new top interest. My dad is 58. Edit 2. The police are still scanning his laptop and cell phone, so no updates here. His latest bank account activity was May 27th.

Apparently, the police didn't even listen to his voicemails on his house phone, his main phone. So I went back to record those and to drop off a key to the investigator. I'm reaching out to a lawyer soon because I don't really know how I'm supposed to maintain his property. I did talk to the brother that went on the first welfare check with the now dead woman. He was very willing to talk with me. Someone wrote back to me from the deceased woman's account and warned me to be careful with him about the brother. I said I was sorry for her loss and she told me that the woman had a lot of people fooled. I got her number and need to follow up on that.

Seems like a mess. and I know my dad recently purchased vehicles from that family too. Currently, I'm trying to figure out who I can trust in this shit town. Everybody keeps warning me that nobody can be trusted, and it's left me feeling paranoid and alone, so I'm trying to balance getting the word out and also protecting his property. I really appreciate everyone's advice and support. I'm surprised at how wonderful you all are.

Edit 3. No real updates. I've been frustrated at the county's lack of follow-up on the two viable leads. his latest love interest in the guy who went on the welfare check number one. They also haven't gotten all of his bank accounts, subpoena returned yet, so we still don't have access to his large bank account. I blew them up about this Monday, and they hung up on me and I called the supervisor back, who invited me down to come sit with them.

They basically sat me down to say that based on his medical history, they think he probably just walked off and fainted. It's not illegal to just walk off. I continue to mention the mysteriousness around his car and home were left. They mentioned all the hogs and bears up near his land. They also mentioned how busy they are with the cases that actually have bodies. Very tasteful fellas. They're also hypothesizing that when his dog died, that was his last straw.

Still doesn't explain where the fuck his body is. Seems like they're trying to construct the depressed man walks off story. Not the man using dating naps disappeared. story. Still have yet to get an attorney or PI. It's on the list. Everyone is really good at telling me what I ought to do. Meanwhile, I'm just wishing I could call Dad and talk with him about how crazy his fucking town and his friends are. First update. Well, I just wanted to thank all of you for your support on my last post. Unfortunately, Dad and the dog are still missing. Technically, his last activity was May 28th, where he was active on Facebook Messenger. The police still has to be. The police still

have his phone, laptop, and wallet. In fact, they've been logging on to his Facebook account in really confusing his friends who then believed he was back online. The most interesting update has been with the owners of the neighboring land. Dad would have them brush hog his land, and he actually didn't have running water for a couple of weeks. Still doesn't. And his thinking was that they hit a waterline when they were doing some work. Last myself and my uncle talked to him, he was trying to get them to repair it. But it didn't seem to be. be going too well. So he has several drugs of water in a shop and was showering at a friend's place would be a miserable way to live. I reached out to them for more information on that. Also regarding the

neighbors, the husband came by to meet me on July 2nd when they did the second welfare check and searched his land. He told me that he was friends with all the police if I needed any help getting information from them as he owns a lot of acreage in the county, red flag number one. He also told me that he had recently killed a bear that supposedly charged him. Yeah, right, and had apparently dug a grave with a backhoe to bury it. Red flag number two. The police know about this and have used it to try and convince me about the possibility that an animal harmed him. Most recently, however, the wife of his neighbor had reached out to me about renting one of the properties on his land. Dad wasn't living there and it's a really beautiful home. They had wanted to buy from him

for several months, but he always said he would move up there after his dog died. She was old and smelly. He also had another family interested in buying the home, but he was very protective of it and wanted to keep it for himself and for me. How fortuitous of them that now dad is out of the picture. Red flag number three. The wife has been corresponding with me on Facebook Messenger and has offered to get me in contact with her attorney. No thanks. And she also wants first tips on buying the land once that's an option. This was a huge shock when I originally received the message. On one hand, it's fortunate that I could maybe have tenants keeping an eye on his land and living in that beautiful home. The rent income could be used to pay his property tax among other things, and it does make sense that they would

want to buy the neighboring land. On the other hand, that is a motive if I've ever seen one. Dad was stubborn and wouldn't give up the land to anyone, and now he's out of the picture. This family has been really helpful and kind, but it just feels sketchy. I've acquired an attorney from a different county because my relationship with the police has turned very tumultuous. I've been frustrated at the pace of everything, and I've been very vocal about my disappointment. I've begged for access to his phone and laptops so I can follow up on the leads, but that's an absolute no. They've apparently met with the state police and FBI, but I haven't heard any updates. In fact, the county police asked my uncle, dad's half-brother, if he would be their contact person because I'm so difficult, to which he

refused and insisted, I remain the contact person. Thanks, Unk. They're extremely dismissive and constantly talk over me, and every call I have with them is a conference call with at least four people on their side, very frustrating to say the least. They printed me a flyer of his missing person's case, but I haven't been able to find it on any databases myself. They said this is because I'm a civilian, and it's a long process. Whatever. My attorney is thinking through the possibility of renting and also contacting the police about the bear grave.

His angle is to see the bear's stomach contents. Smart, I thought, without being too accusatory. I've been getting a lot of questions about an update and thought it was time to post one. Let me know what you guys think. I so appreciate this community and found so much support here. Thanks for letting me air this stuff out and get some educated. options. Most of my friends have been avoiding the subject like it's the plague, and it's left me feeling a bit isolated. And now on to the final update. About a week ago, I got a Facebook message

from the neighbor's wife that a work crew had just found some human remains doing some work about a mile from my dad's. The sheriff and investigators went to retrieve it and called me later that day to let me know they were sending it back to the lab to compare with my DNA. Honestly, I wasn't expecting quick results, but I just got the call that these remains match my DNA and are thus 99.99% my father. A complete testing report will be sent to me when it's done. I don't really know what to say. I just had a lot of support from the sub at the times I was feeling so overwhelmed, confused, and untrusting. So I owed you all an update. Part of me is grateful that I won't have to maintain his 31 acres for another three years,

but part of me is just sad that my dad spent his final moments without me. I guess this is closure in some ways. Not sure if my questions about what happened to him will ever be answered. Thanks for reading and caring about me and dad. You folks really offered me some light during this time. My brother went missing six years ago. Police came yesterday to ask if we have seen him lately but didn't say why. How do we get more information?

Posted on R-slash legal advice. Posted on August 10th, 2017. And the post reads as follows. My twin brother went missing on the 23rd of July 2011. He was 19 years old and went out for a run. It never came back. We have used every resource at our disposal, police, PLS, etc. And we have never found even a hint. It was like he had disappeared from the face of the

earth. I don't think there's a PI in town that we haven't hired yet. And PI stands for a private investigator, but yeah, just wanted to put that in there. But anyways, he hasn't accessed his bank accounts, health care, his social media accounts, his emails, nothing. You can imagine how difficult it has been for our family. Yesterday afternoon, a police officer came to my place to ask me questions about him, whether I had seen him lately, if I know where he lives, if I know any of his recent friends and questions like that. When I asked what this is about and what do they know about him, he said he can't say anything at this time. The same officer has left a voicemail on my mother's phone asking for a time to meet with her to ask her a few questions. I told him everything and begged

him to tell me what is going on, but he refused. I went to the police station today, but couldn't get any more information from them and couldn't find this officer. It's a Saturday after all. I'm going to go again on Monday. What is the best way for me to get some information about what is going on here? By best, I mean most likely to succeed. I imagine there's no law that says the police officer is required to tell us if he has learned something about my brother, right?

Is there any law or some freedom of the Information Act or whatever that might help me uncover what is going on? And then the OP gave us an update later that day. In the post read as follows, I talked to the officer in charge of the investigation for my brother being missing. They found his name written in a notebook which belonged to a drug trafficker. The officer who was looking for him was wondering if my brother was still missing after talking to the officer in charge of that investigation. Three days later, we received the call that they may have found my brother's remains.

and they needed DNA samples to confirm. And DNA samples confirmed it was him. What happened was that when he went out that day, he saw his friend. And they went to see another friend of his, not my brother. That was a drug dealing location. Things went bad when my brother was there, and someone was heavily beaten up, which my brother and his friend saw. That's when they decided to.

His friend was kept silent under the threat for his life. He was dealing for them. Recently, he was arrested and confessed and reported my brother's murder to get a better deal. The officer says my brother didn't die in pain. It was multiple gunshots. You'd expect after six years of playing this possibility in our heads, we would have been prepared for it, but we weren't. We had a funeral for him. Now there's a place that I can go and talk to him and at least feel a little closer to him, even though he's gone.

I think all of you who have. helped. I think my roommates may be poisoning me. Originally posted to R-slash, Two Hot Takes, and originally posted on October 12, 2023. The post reads as follows. I made just this account because I don't want anyone I know to find it, but I need help and don't know what to do. I am a 25-year-old female, and I live in Seattle. I just moved here a few months ago from New York City because of my dream job, and I was so excited. I work as a data analyst, and I make a very comfortable living. It felt like my life was finally all starting to fall into place. The only thing I needed was a place to live. I took to Facebook because I figured this might be the best place to find a roommate.

I found this girl, let's call her Kate, who's 26 female, and she seemed perfect. She said that her and her boyfriend, 29 male, were in a two-bedroom apartment. That was very spacious, in a great location and we're looking for someone to rent a room. She said she was a seventh grade English teacher and her boyfriend was a physical therapist. All her interests and hobbies seemed to align perfectly with mine, so I agreed to live with them. I moved in one month after initially finding each other and everything started off great. Kate and I were friendly and had good conversations when we would interact. One day, however, I get home and she seemed to be in a very bad mood. I asked her about it, and she ignored me and walked into her room. I didn't think anything of it,

but then I received a text from her that read, I know you want to fuck my boyfriend. And that's all she wrote. I was very confused because that was completely untrue. I have been cheated on in the past and know how devastating it is, so I would never want to inflict that pain onto someone else. There were even more texts had changed and everything seemed to be good. But when I saw her in person, she continued to act weird, but I brushed it off. The next day, however, she began to act very nice and sweet, even offering me a smoothie because she knew I was too busy in the mornings to make breakfast. I accepted and went about my day. The smoothies continued every morning and I just thought she was being nice. Now, I am experiencing some symptoms and I'm a bit scared.

My hair has started to fall out, and my hormones have been all over the place. I have developed some weird stomach issues and I get headaches all the time now. This is all new to me. It may be that the move and all this change is affecting my health, but it does seem to have started around when these smoothies did. I don't know how to catch her and see if I'm right, and I don't want to seem rude and stop accepting the smoothies if I'm wrong. I don't know what to do. I need some advice. And then some top comments on this post read as follows.

Someone says, please see a doctor ASAP. Take the smoothies with you or go to the hospital. Again, take the smoothie with you. Please do this now, not later. In all seriousness, the hair loss is concerning. Hair loss accompanied by the other symptoms, you're describing all point to heavy metal poisoning.

I'd rather read an update from you than hear about you on one of my true crime podcasts. And then she replies, or the opi replies, wow, I didn't realize that they would be able to test it at the hospital. This is 100% what I will do. I also do not want to be on a true crime podcast. Thank you very much. This is beyond helpful to me. And then someone else comments,

How are your nails? Have they developed ridges? And then the opier response saying, I always have my nails manicured so I don't really know if they look abnormal. And then someone else says, I hope it's something like a bad blender. And not something malicious, but also get an allergy tested. And then the O.P. says,

I'm also hoping it's not malicious, fingers crossed. But I will definitely be doing all that has been suggested. And then someone else says, rents an Airbnb and move out now. And then the OPE said, I have been looking for a new place. I'd rather live alone at this point. And then the OP gives us an update, saying, Thank you to all that have expressed concerns for me and my safety. I really appreciate all the advice I received as well.

I want to keep this brief as this experience has been dramatic. I took the advice to go to the hospital and did just that. I went to the hospital that day after posting and brought along the smoothie. They told me that they were unable to test the smoothie at this time, but they did give me a blood test as everything would still show up there. This would also indicate what is happening in my body and why I might be experiencing these symptoms. To make a long story short, turns out my roommate was adding some sort of creatine or protein powder into the smoothies because she wanted me to bulk up. So I was no longer seen as desirable to her boyfriend.

I told her about what happened at the hospital and she told me everything. That is what has been causing my headaches, stomach issues, and potentially the hair loss because I'm apparently allergic to it. So technically, she was not poisoned to me just trying to make me bulky. This, however, is not the traumatic part. While the doctors were given me all the blood tests, they found out that I have leukemia. This news has been hard for me to deal with. Now, because of my new circumstances,

I will be moving back home to be around family as I go through treatment. No, this was not at all how I expected this to turn out, but maybe in a way it's a good thing. I'm not really sure, but I know I'm going to be okay in the end. Thank you to everyone again for the support and concern for my well-being. And wow, that really took a turn in the most depressing way possible. And we have not heard from the OPE ever since. Yeah, no updates, no nothing.

I mean, it was a throwaway account for, but man, I can only wish the best O.P. I really hope she's doing better now. and recovering well, but such a weird situation. I mean, the roommate wanted to bulk her up using, even though that's not even really how it works with creatine and whatever. It's so funny how the roommate's like, yeah, I'm going to bulk her up so you're not desirable. That's crazy, number one. But then number two, yeah, finding out you have leukemia. I mean, maybe it's a blessing because maybe she could have not got diagnosed for a long, long time.

You know, maybe she would have kept going through life and been like, oh, well, I feel. kind of weird, but I'm not going to go to the hospital. But it's kind of good that she got it early. I mean, trying to look at it in the best way possible, but it's super sad. And I just wish the best O.P. Hopefully she's doing better now. Wow. Such a insane post.

But yeah, like I said, I wish the best O.P. Found a camera pointed into my bathroom window. What the fuck do I do? What are the chances of having two camera stories back to back? I know I put these scripts together, but still, that's a little bit weird. Anyways, it was posted on R-slash two hot takes, and the post reads as follows. Self-explanatory title and throwaway account for reasons. Copy pasting from legal advice just for more thoughts and added a little bit more information.

Long-time follower of THT from my main account. Yesterday, while I was in my shower, I noticed what looked like a trail camera, pointed into my bathroom through the small window over the shower. I usually have a pretty good situational awareness, so there's no way it had been there more than a few days. The more that I think about it, though, I typically shower at night, so I probably wouldn't have noticed it in the dark. I freaked out, called a friend to confirm that I wasn't going crazy, and that they saw what I saw, and then called the cops through the non-emergency number. The detective came by within 20 minutes, took a look, and said, yep, that's a drug.

camera. He took pictures of it, took it down, and took it in for evidence. He said it looked cellular enabled, but it didn't look like it was on, didn't have an SD card in it, and that maybe the battery had died. And I feel so uncomfortable and unsafe in my own home now, which is so crazy to me because this is such a safe neighborhood. I've already made a trip to the store to get frosted window film and got more security cameras for the outside of my home. I checked the cameras I already had. And of course, this area of my yard is just out of view and nothing odd was caught on the camera within the last 30 days, just my kids on the trampoline. The eye seen on the cake, the tree it was attached to is in my fenced backyard. And to make it even better, read worse,

I went to install the window film and clean the inside of the window. It was extra clear, and I looked closer. There were streaks of, on the outside of the window where whoever this was cleaned the window. I've lived here for a year and a half and I can guarantee I've never cleaned the outside of my windows. I've been suggested to ask my neighbors if their cameras had picked up anything suspicious, but I worry about causing a stir and messing up an investigation if it was one of them. Everyone around me knows that I'm a single mom of two kids. the whole thing feels very targeted and makes me so uncomfortable.

So what the fuck do I do now? If they find out who did it, do I have any recourse? Can I sue? Restraining order? Shoot, what are the odds the cops even find out who did it? Also, I can't just move. I own it in this market would be upside down in my mortgage. And, yeah, sounds like the OP is in a, obviously panicked because I would as well.

But let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, also, check your neighborhood S offender records. It might be the first time he's done this, but I doubt. Another commenter said, follow up at the cops constantly, in person, unless you're in a one-horse town where nothing ever happens. They will have more serious cases to them. Someone is targeting you or your kids. You want them identified and stopped before they escalate further.

Did the cops ask you if any neighbors had cameras or if you had any idea who might have targeted you? Do not be the nice girl and dismiss people's weird behavior. This is the safety of you and your kids we're talking about. Tell the cops about any strange interactions you've had or that your kids might have mentioned. You know who they are. Trust yourself. If the cops didn't ask you about neighbors who have cameras, tell them. Tell the cops about anyone who did work in your house recently, even if it's the regular service person. You can buy window slash door sensors that send alerts and or alarms when the window slash doors open. Check all your windows to make sure they lock securely, including the windows on over floors.

Get your own cameras, interior and exterior. If they find out who did it, you can help put them in jail. So the window is in your fence backyard. Is it easily visible from the ground? Did it take a ladder or stool to reach unless someone is really tall? Or is it something you'd only really know about from the inside of the house. Is it obvious it is a bathroom window from the outside? Look, unfortunately, what I'm getting at is it seems plausible that the person who did it knows the layout of the house. You have babysitters for the kiddos?

Do they ever invite guests over while they're there? How long have you lived there? Maybe someone who knew the previous owners? I do not own a gun. If you choose to, get whatever permits are required where you live. Make sure you know how to clean it, maintain it, and practice with it regularly. including getting it out of the lockbox hiding place and loading it.

For my own self-defense at home, I keep my ice axe by my bed, used it for hiking slash mountaineering. It's carbon fiber. I can wield it effectively with one hand, and it certainly takes chunks out of ice, and I like small CO2 fire extinguishers. You should have extinguishers in every room in your home, and because they're a common household item,

most people pay them no mind. Spray them in the face, then swing it at their head. I also have gel pepper spray, but that's usually for when I'm out and about. You can take the girl out of Detroit, but you can't take the Detroit out of the girl. You totally don't need to answer the questions, just giving you some things to think about while you do your safety planning and figure out what next steps you can take for your family safety. If the kids want a dog and you already have a fencing yard, heading to the local animal shelter could work in your favor if you can take on that responsibility.

And then the OPE here replies this saying, this is phenomenal advice. Thank you. As a certified people pleaser, I was nice when talking to the detective and didn't dime out any neighbors, but there's definitely one, maybe two, that teet of the line between neighborly and creepy that I should probably mention. The main one that I'm thinking of has never been inside my house, but he has helped with a bunch of external work when I've been outside fixing things or working on my lawn, etc. Nearly all of it has been done without me asking for help. And I've never been able to decide if he was doing it because he was just neighborly, or if he was doing it because he finds me attractive, but I also don't want to cause

offense if he had nothing to do with it. I hate myself for that way of thinking. He definitely zeroed in on me the first day I moved in and introduced myself. But there were several neighbors that kind of did that, so I thought maybe that was some kind of small town type of deal. The window is visible from the ground, but in order to see it, you'd have to be on a stepstool slash ladder and be squished in between this tree in my house. It's a pretty tight squeeze. And of course, it was the only window in my house without blinds or a covering. The detective needed to use my ladder to cut the camera down and he was a pretty tall dude. Now that I think about it though, my next door neighbor recently replaced the stretch of shared fence. It was him and some buddies that worked on it.

I was totally fine with it. Saved me several hundred dollars. But that that did leave these people with unbridled access to my yard for a bit. My cameras didn't pick them up walking to where my window is, but also, for some reason, my camera was adjusted out of its normal viewing angle when I pulled it up for the police to look at, like someone had moved it. Could just be a coincidence, but I don't like it regardless.

I don't want to feel like I bother to the police and really only gave them a two-line statement, but I'll shoot this guy in email and give him more. He told me to send over any suspicious camera footage if I find any, so I'm sure extra details will be helpful. Man, this sucks. And then the OP gave us an update about a day later. In the post, reasons follows. At the suggestion of many, I emailed the detective and provided the additional details about the neighbors,

the people working in the fence, the moved camera, and the wiped outside of the window, and anything else I could remember that might help. I also brought up my concerns about the kids being targeted because it is the main bathroom that we all share. He followed up with me really quickly. He thanked me for the info and said it's really common to be overwhelmed at first and not provide many details. Not sure if this was only said to make me feel better. He also let me know that he was working on a search warrant for the SIM card to the camera. He said it could take a couple days to get, but it would be notified immediately if there was any pictures of me or the kids.

or if there's any other information he has to give me. He also gave me a few safety tips, similar to those that this sub-right has given me, and said to avoid putting anything on the HOA page for now. Incidentally, shortly after hearing back from the detective, my next-door neighbor and the other, overly helpful neighbor, came through the side gate while the kids were splashing around in their blown-up pool. I about jumped out of my skin when the gate launched open.

There was no heads up or anything before just coming in. Next door neighbor said, Oh shit, sorry, didn't mean to scare you. We knocked on your door and then assumed you guys were back here. They had an air compressor and a nail gun in tow and said, we just needed to fix a few loose boards from when we fixed the fence. Should only take a few seconds. There really were a couple of boards that weren't fully attached

and since my next door neighbor had funding the entire shared fence repair, I let them fix it and they left. They were there for all the five minutes, tops, and didn't do a single thing except for, fixed defense boards, but still, the timing felt really weird. Could it have been legit? Possibly. Could it have been an excuse just to be in my backyard? Also possibly. Before I get crucified for poor decisions, the gate now has a padlock. I looked up the offender registry and didn't find any nearby. My town has an ordinance that prohibits them from residing within a half-mile radius

of a school or a park, and we have a ton of parks, which essentially leaves a very small pocket several miles away that someone with that kind of record could live. I did also look up arrest records for my neighbors, which was also uneventful. One neighbor has a super minor arrest from like 15 years ago, but guess which neighbor has several arrests to include a handful of DV charges. If you guessed overly helpful neighbor guy, you'd be right. I didn't see any convictions, but I'm new or you're just. to the state and also don't know where to look to find them, but the county has arrest records

readily available. Thank you to everyone who talks some sensitive to me about not worrying about being a bother to the police and not being nice. My certified people pleasing ways don't fit a situation as serious as this. I'm going to keep a pulse on the detective to make sure that they're still actively working on the case and be extra vigilant about our surroundings. My new cameras will be installed in the morning and have already added a few things in the house that keep us more safe. Unless something really crazy happens, which I'm seriously hoping it doesn't, this will probably be my last update until we find out who did it. And then some relevant comments under this update. Someone said, I hope you updated the detective about all of this. You have a prime suspect and

evidence is piling up. At some point, they might even be able to search his house. Stay strong. You've got this. Another person said, stay safe and stay alert. I'm glad that you informed the detective about the info you remembered, even when you thought they were not significant or important, because every little detail is important. And to be honest, in the first moment, people do forget about previous possible important information.

Hours later, once the adrenaline calms down, you have a lightning bolt of information rushing in. So the detective didn't just say it to the make you feel better. He knows this can happen, and was hoping you remembered something a little later, and would inform him. You do need to let the detective know about them just walking into the backyard like that. Big hugs.

I hope the detective gets the warrant for the SIM card. Another person says, report both of them entering your yard without your permission. The two of them might be involved in this entire situation, and the detective needs to know because maybe the SIM or evidence is also with the other neighbor. I hope you will be safe. Another person said, Yes, they are both top suspect. The I will pay for the entire fence scenario screams of trying to cover up creepiness with

See what a good guy I am And to be honest that final one seems very speculative I mean there are just good people out there I don't like when people on the Reddit comments just kind of jump to the worst conclusion because I mean this guy could just be innocent He could just be like a neighborly guy and in kind of this This whole situation he kind of looks like a creep but maybe he isn't a creep Maybe he has some creep tendencies, but maybe he didn't set up the camera.

I don't like to instantly just go to, oh, he's doing everything out of, you know, trying to cover up that he's a creak. I just don't think that's truthful. But after this, the OP deleted their account and never gave us an update. So we don't know what happened. I would assume that like the police were like, hey, don't be posting this. Don't post an ongoing investigation on Reddit. I assume that's probably what they did and they deleted the account, but I don't know. Hopefully the OPs all right and hopefully their family's all right and I wonder what they found on the camera.

Because if they found pictures of the O.P. in the shower or something, that is crazy creepy. And I just wonder who set the camera up. I don't know. Very creepy scenario. On to the next one. Is there a serial killer in Amherst County, Virginia, targeting hikers near the Appalachian Trail? I came across Reddit post where a user found an abandoned campsite on Mount Pleasant in Amherst County. Really freaked the user out. Enough to contact the police. And the post is here.

And the post reads as follows. Found abandoned campsites with RVA T-shirt intent. What do I do with the information? On the top of Mount Pleasant, there's an abandoned campsite. Still had food in it. socks, t-shirt, sleeping bag, but had clearly been abandoned for days. No backpack, phone, or ID was with the belongings. No cars were unaccounted for in the parking lot. The t-shirt is a woman's small and seems homemade, and then the OPE links a picture to the shirt, just a simple blue

t-shirt with RVA across it, nothing special. Are there any groups to post it to where this information may be useful? Or should I contact the police with the info? And via what means? Seems weird to just call 911. If the person is missing and didn't tell anyone where they were going, I want their family slash detectives to have the info. If the person just had a bad night in a storm or something and abandon the site, I want them to go clean up their mess. Edit.

State police are working with the Park Service on it at this point. Not sure if to update me much more after this. Thanks for all the advice. Edit 2. Nobody missing in the state fits the profile, So all agencies I contacted closed their cases. They could absolutely have been a tourist from out of town wearing an RVA shirt. But short of contacting every state police agency, I'm not sure what else could do.

And then back to the original Reddit post, or the original OOP says, and I started doing a little research. Turns out there are two weird cases from that area within the last eight years. In August of 2011, Scott Lilly, a 30, year old male hiking the Appalachian Trail was murdered by asphyxiation and partially buried half a mile from the trail on a side loop in Annumhurst County. The case has never been solved. And then from an article about the case, Timothy J. Heafee, U.S. Attorney for the Western District of Virginia, noting ATC's involvement as well, said that the level of cooperation on this case is remarkable.

He stressed that his office is placing a high priority on this open case, as well as unsolved murders along the Blue Ridge Parkway and a 1996 killing of two women hikers away from the trail in Shandoah National Park. But right now, he has seen no connection among them. Then, in 2019, another 30-year-old male, Chad Austin, vanished near Panther Falls just east of the Blue Ridge Parkway. His dog was found locked in his car nearby. His wallet was mysteriously found months later near where he vanished. He has still never been found. He disappeared just a couple miles away from where Scott Lilly's body was found. This case has also never been solved.

The wallet was found on a trail by a hiker on Sunday, December, 22nd, near the Panther Falls area. According to authorities, the wallet was near one of the posters with his face on it. They say the wallet was not weathered when it was found so they believe it was left there recently. The wallet had his driver's license and other identifications inside. Are Chad and Scott's cases connected? What was U.S. Attorney Timothy Hedfey talking about in 2012 when he mentioned other unsolved murders on the Blue Ridge Parkway? Could this be the work of a serial killer? And now let's get into some of the comments.

Someone says, Hey, that's my post. and I'm the one who found the campsite. If anyone is interested in more details about it, please ask here. Here's what I know. So the original person who found the campsite actually replied. So that's kind of cool. Let's get into what he's saying.

Saw the tent and got an immediate bad feeling based on the belongings, still being outside of it. But the tent being in bad shape, peaked inside and saw a sleeping bag and immediately thought someone was dead inside it. But after prodding around, I realized it was empty and just looked occupied because, it was thick with rainwater from the night before. Inside were socks that had been hiked in.

The t-shirt I took a pick of, the sleeping bag, an unopened can of soup or chili or something, an empty water bottle, a Ziplock bag of your crackers, and a bag of Twizzlers. The food was fairly fresh, but the tent had a few small tears and holes in it that looked new, probably from sitting outside untended. Another user said they saw someone in that same spot the weekend prior. I was there on a Thursday. but it was both a man and a woman. There were no male belongings with the tent when I found it, nor a backpack or any ID or anything.

The tent had been sitting outside for an estimated four days so it's possible someone took the backpack from the abandoned site as backpacks are expensive and have decent resale value, if in good shape. Nobody has been reported missing in the surrounding area by the description of a smallish woman. When I left, my car was the only one in the parking area. and this section is far enough from the AT that it's unlikely someone hiked there from further away. The campsite made me really uneasy.

I've had to bail due to bad weather before, but this looked like someone just casually walked away and didn't come back. Not like they bailed due to weather. It's off of a loop trail that's pretty short too. About two miles from car to site and only one parking area. Mostly day hiked versus backpacked. And then under that post, someone asks, Have there been any recent developments?

Have the police looked into this at all and think it's suspicious? And then the commenter said, multiple departments were notified, including the Park Service, state police in both Richmond and Amherst Police departments, including Richmond's missing persons division specifically. But without any names, I was barely given the time of day. It doesn't match any currently missing people, so they wouldn't really talk to me much.

And then the person replied saying, It's strange that they wouldn't really look into it. It seems bizarre. would leave their gear like that. I agree. Another commenter said, I live in that area and have been on the Appalachian Trail in this area. I've heard about a couple of these cases and it's definitely interesting. Last May there was a guy arrested in Wythe County, Virginia, about two hours southwest of Amherst for murdering a hiker with a machete and attempting to kill another. I'm not sure if this is related. If you'd like any help from

someone who lives locally, just let me know. And then someone commented, under the comment, saying, I followed that case fairly closely around the time it was happening and can say that I do not believe they were related. The person who attacked and murdered the other hiker had a history of mental illness and was, like so many people, hiking the AT as a form of self-prescribed therapy. A lot of people, myself included, go hiking for our own mental health. But in reality, this person likely needed a lot more professional help than a hiking trail could provide. The murderer was not from the area. It's a really sad event that put a big, dark cloud over the Appalachian Trail community.

I threw hiked a couple of years ago, but I do believe this was a one-time incident that coincidentally was located near some other unfortunate events, but has no relation other than the fact that the Appalachian Trail attracts a lot of unusual people. Another commenter said, I would say it's a distinct possibility. It's generally agreed that at any time there are almost 120 active serial

killers with a peak in the 80s of around 150. Seclusion and a sporadic but consistent stream of potential prey are no doubts an enticing prospect for a sick individual. The general feeling I get would be a weekend hunter type, making

specific trips a fair distance from a normal home life. But I'm clueless about U.S. hunting seasons. Did these deaths fall during the season? It would seem too good cover-for-force setting. Trying to actually nail a specific individual is not going to be easy, bordering on impossible. However, they do appear to be familiar with one specific area in this case. Perhaps an area that they have some sort of attachment with, which suggests that they may have lived fairly nearby in early life and haven't moved a great distance from there, consider looking into similarly executed, unsolved murders around nearby cities and suburbs at a time before these murders took place.

Serial killers tend to commit their first murders in a sloppy and fairly thoughtless way, generally quite close to home where they develop their taste and hone their abilities. I hope that's helpful in some way. There is a surprising amount of material out there with more specifics and how the FBI goes about tracking down these people, but they aren't able to commit enough time and focus into each case. Keep at it. I'd be interested at how it turns out.

Eddits, also, assuming it is a hunter, have a look at hunting clubs within that area. It's a long shot, but I doubt they'd want to put their name into the paper, but you never know. They might have posted picks of legitimate stuff like a deer they've shot or something like that in a nearby area at the same time. Someone being a member of a club, but living considerably further away than most would be a red flag for me. And then another commenter said, I'd like to weigh in as a bit of a devil's advocate for these murders being connected. Though I do think it's possible, they are related. I see a lot of discrepancies that should be addressed.

First, let's look at what facts I got from some cursory digging. The first two women, Julie and Lolly, were camping in the Shenandoah National Park. Their location was approximately 20 miles. I eyeballed it with the map I had checked. Just double-checked. I have bad eyeballs. west of the stretch of the Appalachian Trail or the other two were killed such as to disappeared.

Their bodies were found in their campsites. They were bound and had their throat slit. The next would have been Scott. His last known contact was at Cow Camp Gap Shelter, which is a shelter along a small loop trail on the Appalachian Trail. His body was found off of this loop trail, half buried. He died of a Cicciation. The last, Chad, disappeared near the same stretch of the Appalachian.

Blatchen Trail that Scott died. His car was left behind with his dog locked inside. His wallet turned up some months later, turned in by hiker, and found it near a poster with his face on it. So first off, there are a few major differences. The method of killing is very different between the two women and Scott. It paints a completely different picture of who did the two crimes. Whoever killed the woman took control of them and then killed them in an efficient and relatively effortless manner. Scott, on the other hand, there was no mention of being bound. Either he was subdued some other way that wasn't told to the public, or his death was a struggle. Either way, definitely a big shift in M.O. And of course, with Chad, there is no body, which brings us to the next topic

of conversation, the treatment of the bodies. Julie and Lolly were found in their campsite, still bound. Whoever killed them didn't care if their bodies were found, or might have even one of them found eventually. With Scott, though, he was moved off of the trail and was buried, or at least the killer attempted to bury him. The effort put into it says the killer probably didn't want the body discovered, but they're also sloppy. Maybe they were panicked, maybe running out of time to dig deeper, don't know. Point is, why leave your first kills out in the open, then sloppily hide your subsequent ones? Then with Chad, they were the opposite of sloppy. We still don't have a body for him, the wallet revealed nothing other than that whatever happened to him

almost certainly wasn't an accident, which I guess was the message behind leaving it. The dog, still being locked in the car, makes it unlikely he disappeared by his own will. And it also makes whoever did it probably charmed or tricked him into being vulnerable, which is yet again a different MO from the other two cases. Now all that said, I don't have access to the police reports. I don't know things like the state of any of the bodies besides the actual cause of death or all of what evidence they're working with on any of the cases that might help link them or further disprove any link. This is just speculation with what's available. Side note. I'm definitely suspicious of the guy who found Chad's wallet. His case in particular seems like the kind

done by a killer that would then try to inject themselves into the investigation and he just happened to find the wallet's wallet while it was still. noticeably unscathed by the elements. The investigators probably thought of that and looked into it though. So whatever. So what do you think? Do you think there is a serial in the Appalachian Trail or this is all happenstance? And I'm kind of leaning to the side of happenstance because, yes, there was two murders,

but they were eight years apart or three murders or whatever, but they were very, very far apart. I mean, could it be a serial killer? Yes. but could it also just be two separate murders with two separate killers? Also, yes. I mean, I don't know. I thought all of the speculation by the commenters was good and by the original poster,

but it was very, very interesting. This was a different Reddit thread than I usually get into in these videos, but let me know your thoughts and if you'd like to see more kind of true crime Reddit threads in the future. But yeah, I thought this one was super interesting and, yeah, I'm kind of leaning towards. I don't think they're connected. I don't think there's a serial killer, but who knows? What are your thoughts?

Shoe print outside my daughter's window. Originally posted to RBI. And here are the images, the O.P. Linked with the post. Some shoe prints, I guess, outside of her daughter's window. Scary stuff. The post reads as follows. So I believe someone is trying to look into

or break into my kids' windows at night. This morning we got up. And this little Tyke's cozy coop car was under my kid's window with this chupron on it. And the picture, I'll just attach here. Yeah, crazy stuff. I am at a loss and pretty scared. I have called the police and put up a camera both outside and inside. The window was opened and since the window leads to a closet and between bedrooms,

there was a toy shelf in front of the window, which was pushed out and away from the window and wall. I have suspicions that it was our neighbor who has always given us a bad vibe. We have a fence-in yard and he watches my kids over the fence, told the four- and five-year-old girl that he loves them right in front of me and then asked if he could babysit in that same sentence. Jesus Christ, just that wasn't even part of this. That is crazy. Oh, my God.

I just have to interject through the story. Told the four- and five-year-old girls that he loves them right in front of me and then asked if he could babysit. Oh my God, that is stuff of nightmares. Holy shit. Anyway, sorry for that. Let's keep going through the story. He always talks about how beautiful or adorable they are.

Oh, yikes. I know the print is hard to see and tried to put multiple picks in hopes one was okay. I really appreciate any info or advice here. I'm truly scared. The kids will not be sleeping in their rooms until this is resolved. This is one of those. It'll never happen to me situations, and I'm lost. Edit, if you have any questions, please ask.

I'm at work, but we'll answer ASAP. Again, thank you so much. And then the OP leaves an update. Small update. I wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who commented with advice and ideas about what kind of shoe slash boot may have caused this print. I feel a bit calmer knowing I'm doing the right things by adding more cameras, window alarms, and motion lights to that area.

I feel awful that I inadvertently left that window unlocked and jeopardize my kid's safety. My excuse is that it's a closet and never used, but that means nothing and it should have been locked. I've taken a ton of advice here and will also set up some noise-making traps, so if someone does get in, at least my dogs will hear it and bark to wake me. The kids will continue to have a slumber party with me until this is resolved. Last night was fun with snacks and movies, but I would expect it won't be fun for long,

several people advised getting a fire alarm. Given my negative history with guns, I unfortunately will not be doing that yet. I'm not ready for that, but do have pepper spray and have always done some kickboxing as a hobby. I'm not disillusioned to the fact that whoever is doing this may be stronger and faster than me. I have spoken with my kids about our plan on what to do in the event someone gets in the house and feel pretty confident that they will act and not freeze. We have role-played it over and over. I hope it's the right thing to do when we will help them. They all feel safe with me, although my confidence in keeping them safe has taken a huge hit. There were a few very compassionate and kind commenters who helped very much with that

and made me feel like I will be able to fight this and keep my kids safe. Last night, the camera only caught a spider and a squirrel, so nothing yet. I will absolutely update if anything big happens. I tried to reply to every comment, but definitely missed a few. I can't thank you all enough for your ideas and advice, and especially the time you took out of your day to comment and help a total stranger. And then some notable comments under this post were, O.P., this might go without saying, but I feel like it would be worth having a very clear conversation with your kids about this man and never going with him. If he's at the point of breaking into a window while y'all are home, he's probably on the look for opportunistic situations in which the kids aren't by your side.

He might try to bait them onto his property or vehicle, and I worry they would trust him, as he is a neighbor and familiar face and someone you've been semi-cordial with. I just want a second and add on to the excellent point above. Kids are so freaking smart. They already know something is going on anyways, and telling them the full and awful truth can really help them. Not only now, but in future scary or dodgy situations. They will know their parents are, not only on top of dangerous situations,

but are honest with them when it really matters. And it's really important in that their parents trust them to be mature enough to be filled in on important adult things. And then the OP makes an update post about six months later. The OP's post reads as follows. I am back with an update. I apologize. It took so long and wanted to thank everyone again for being so helpful and kind in my last post.

So I put up a camera on the side of my house my daughter's windows are on. It did not take long for me to catch my neighbor, opening my gate on that side of the fence and coming into my yard. I got him several times on video. Oh my God, that is so terrifying. I got chills all over reading that. That is so scary. But anyways, the post continues as follows. I got him several times on video.

It's so weird, you guys. In a few of them, it looks like he is looking for something in my yard. And in one, he seriously waved at my kids through their wind. it was like 1 a.m. 2. Oh my god. That is so scary. Holy shit. That is insane. This is actually the stuff of nightmares. I mean, I'm not a parent, but like, if my kids, if I knew that some dude was staring at my kids through a window, oh my God. This is actually like terrifying shit. Anyways, let's keep reading. I obviously called the police and the officer that came was so helpful and nice. When he saw the video of my neighbor waving at the kids, you could see him get very upset, and he was absolutely appalled.

I really felt like he wouldn't blow off my concerns and was nervous about calling. The officer went over to the neighbors and spoke with him. Apparently the neighbor was super apologetic and said he was looking for golf balls in my yard. He had no excuse for waving at my kids. Unfortunately, or fortunately I guess, he did not get arrested because he never tried to get into the window. He just came in the yard through the gate and walked around and looked and waved through the windows. The officer did not at that point tell the neighbor that he was caught on camera. He just trespassed him and told him to stay away and never open my gates or go into our yard again.

About a week later, I get a notification at about 2 a.m. saying motion was detected. He was in my backyard. I called the police again and the same officer came out and arrested the neighbor for trespassing. I still don't know what the neighbor's intent was. The police don't really know either. The neighbor does have a record of domestic violence and such from about 16 years ago, but nothing more recent. Since the arrest, the neighbor now knows I have a camera over there

and hasn't been back. It was so scary, but everyone is safe. Until I can move, my guard will be up, and so will my camera. The kids do feel safer, and we put up some cute window film stuff that allows us to see out of the windows, but nobody can see in. even at night. I also installed some window alarm so if any of the windows are opened, an ear-piercing alarm goes off. They tested it and are confident it will wake us up,

LOL. So for now, we are okay and safe, but we'll always be watching and being a bit more cautious with the neighbor. It's winter, so we have not crossed paths with them, but when spring comes, I'm a bit nervous about having the kids in the yard and him talking over the fence. I'm putting up another camera that phased towards his house so I can watch the fence. And if he's watching or trying to interact with the kids while they play in the yard, I have proof and can call the police again. Thank you all again for all the advice and well wishes in my last post. You all definitely help me feel validated in my concerns and not crazy. Without you, I may have thought I was an overprotective crazy person and pushed my gut feelings aside. So for that, I owe you. I hope you're

all doing well and staying safe. And wow, that is such a scary post. I mean, luckily, everybody's okay. And hopefully the OP can like move out of the house soon. I wouldn't want to stay there with that crazy neighbor. And it's crazy. He only got trespassed. I mean, why can't you get arrested for being a creep? But yeah, that is so creepy, so disgusting. And hopefully nothing else happens or happened. I wish the OP the best. But wow, that is just creepy. I think I know what happened to my brother. I'm trying to write this in a way so that no one will be able to research and find out who I am,

or my brother is. But it's the internet and everyone's a super sleuth. My brother went missing years ago. And when I say missing, I mean that his case was declared one of those creepy unsolved mysteries it was on the news. I distinctly remember my parents interviewing for the news in our living room. I think I know what happened to him. I was very young when he went missing.

I barely remember him. But I do remember that I loved him a lot. He would pull me around our block in a wagon. Most kids' age didn't do that. The days before he disappeared, I remember him staying home and babysitting me. I stayed in my room and played Nintendo 64. Throughout the day, a guy came over. I remember him.

He was older, almost our dad's age. My brother made me go into a room whenever I heard the doorbell. later after the guy left my brother would ask me not to say anything about the guy with my brain only being focused on video games and extra dessert at that age i agreed i didn't care nor did i comprehend the gravity of the situation the day before he disappeared i remember the older guy coming over i was in the kitchen and remember looking up and seeing him kiss my brother they hugged they didn't care that i saw them The older guy waved at me and I waved back. Then I kept watching cartoons. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to my brother whispering outside our front door. Don't worry.

He's asleep, he said. The older guy said something I couldn't hear. Then my brother said something I couldn't make out. But I made out the words, visit them. Or maybe he said, visit him? Either way, I know the word visit was in his sentence. The man raised his voice and said, no. Then I heard plan and city.

Then I fell asleep again. The next morning, the day he disappeared, my parents were at work. My brother was acting very strange. I remember he kept checking the clock. In the afternoon, I remember him picking me up and asking me if I wanted to go to the wagon. I was too hooked on Nintendo 64 and said no. He almost begged me and I said no again. Then he told me he had to run to our neighbor's house for something.

I don't even remember what he said. I said, okay. He reminded me to not open the door for anyone, only mom and dad. I shouted at him. Okay, because Super Mario was getting on my fucking nerves, and he wasn't helping. He gave me a hug and told me that he loved me and left. He never came back. All these years, decades later, and I think he was in love with that man.

I knew he was. The memories randomly came flooding back to me earlier. I'm not quite sure why, but it has been taking over my thoughts lately. I can't sleep because I keep thinking about it. I think my brother left with that man, and they ran away together. Or maybe something worse happened, but I don't think that's the case. My freshman year of college, I was part of a sports team that got national recognition. I remember my team's picture was on ESPN and with our university's name.

A few days later, I got mail at my dorm. It was a gift basket. I thought it was from my parents, so I didn't read the card. I threw it away immediately and ate what was in it. But it was nothing about candy. Nerds, Jolly Ranchers, Tootsie Rolls, and Hershey's Kisses. I called my dad and thanked him for the gift basket, but he said he didn't send one. Neither did Mom.

Then I got to thinking, all of those candies were what I used to eat as a kiss. literally all I ate for the earliest years of my life were those candies. I tried to find the card, but I couldn't. Then I began to think about how my brother would wheel me in the wagon to the gas station close to our house so I could get candy after dinner, even though it was a punishable by death no-no from mom. Months later, during Christmas, I got an unmarked Christmas card.

The only thing written on it was a smiley face. Since then, I've heard nothing. No one I know sent that card. I have never responded. I wonder every day if he's out there. I have never told anyone this. When the police asked me what happened that day, I told him that he went to the neighbor's house because that's all I remembered, honestly.

It destroyed my parents. My mom became addicted to painkillers, and my dad has had three extramarital affairs, which I know this tragedy is no one. away an excuse to cheat, but it sure didn't help. It has ruined our family. And maybe my brother knows what he did. Maybe he regrets it and knows he can't come back home. But if I could see him today, I would just tell him that he is always welcome in my home. I love you so much, brother. We have so much catching up to do. Please come home. Please. And then the O.P. posted an update

on April 12th, 2016. The post says, My parents kept my brother a secret from me. It's 4 p.m. and I'm drunk, L.O.L. These past few weeks have been insane. I posted on here before. My brother went missing a long time ago. I thought he ran away from home.

Long story short, I got into contact with some detectives that our family has known since my brother went missing. When I started asking questions, they told me that my brother was no longer on any missing person's registry. When I asked what that meant, they told me that he was removed per my parents' request. I asked my parents, my dad actually. My dad ignored me.

My mom told me my brother is alive and okay, as far as she knows. They found my brother years ago, a very, very long time ago, and found out he was living with another man. He's gay. and it disgusted my parents. He tried to reach out to them. They told him they didn't want anything to do with him and that I didn't remember him and wouldn't want to see him.

I went ballistic. My parents weren't phased by it. They sincerely hate my brother for who he is, for being gay. They kept him a secret from me all my fucking life. My brother missed the birth of his nephew. He missed my wedding, graduations, everything. Just because of my parents.

They lied to me. I've been able to get a phone number and contact information from police officers. My brother left it all open in case anyone from our family wanted to contact him. I still can't work up the nerve to call him. The address I have for him is across the fucking country, but he's alive. My brother is alive. I'm drunk as fuck right now because I can't deal with any of this. I haven't talked to my parents in weeks, and I never plan on speaking to them again.

not for what they've done to me or my brother this is real and it happened it happened it is happening right now I don't know how to process this at all my parents let me believe my brother was dead or kidnapped forever

when in reality he just ran away and when he wanted to come back they disowned him I'm fucking crying right now how could you do that fuck you God fuck you Christians and Jesus I don't

even know I'm so fucking sorry. I'm sorry. And then the OPE he posted another update on May 7th, 2016. The title read, I met my brother that was missing. And the post reads as follows. Here's an update for you all. The day after I made my last post, I woke up and called into work. I told my wife who was essentially my coveant and I told her everything, the whole story. She wasn't really surprised. She's not a fan of my parents much, but like many of you, she told me to call the number I was given for my brother immediately. She insisted on it.

She took herself and my son out for a day together, so I could be alone to talk with him. I dialed the number about seven times before I actually pressed the call button. It started ringing, and I hung up. Then I got frustrated at myself and called the number back. It rang and rang, and I got a voicemail. But it was the automated voice. not anyone else's.

I didn't leave a voicemail. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous. I called my wife and told her to come home and she refused until I had talked to someone on the other end of the phone. About an hour of pacing and drinking two glasses of scotch at 1 o'clock in the afternoon,

I called the number again. It rang three times. I panicked and I hung up. But this time, the number was calling me back. I swear to whatever God's above, I thought my heart was going to stop. I almost threw up right there. I answered the call. The first thing I heard on the other end of the line was a guy laughing in the background. There was wind on the phone. The person on the other end was outside and it was windy. Who is this? It was his voice. I knew that

voice. It was my fucking brother, my brother, who'd been gone for my entire life. I covered my mouth with my shaking hands and just sat there. He kept asking me who it was. The guy in the background was trying to talk to him. He hung up on me. I called him back right away. He answered again. Me being a creepy ass, the first thing I said after decades of not seeing him and thinking he was dead, I blurted, I got your number. He asked me who I was and what I wanted. I said, it's me. There was a really long pause. I thought the call had dropped.

Then I heard him tell someone to turn the radio down and roll the window up. The sound of the wind stopped. And then he asked me my name. I told him and he said I was in line. I told him I got his number from the missing children's network and detectives. I heard him gasp. He asked me what color shoelaces he was. wore to a picnic when we were kids. And I remember my mom getting mad at his orange laces with

blue shoes. It was the last time we were together as a family. I could tell he was crying. The first thing he asked me was, where are you? And I told him I lived a few hours away from home. Without hesitating, he told me, I'm coming. He went straight to the airport without any luggage, bought a plane ticket, and flew straight out to me. We stayed on the phone with each other the whole time. When he was walking through the gate, I knew who he was right away. He is middle-aged, salt and pepper hair, muscular. He looks just like her dad, but only better. I know if I told him that, that would make him mad.

I literally pushed an old lady out of the way and just hugged him. He's about two inches taller than me. He was able to pick me up. I was crying. He was crying. I was having a breakdown. We went to the bar at the airport. He wouldn't let me out of his sight.

He kept holding onto my arm. He kept telling me how unreal it all was. He apologized to me. He kept crying, telling me he felt horrible. I told him to forget everything and tell me about his life. He's married. His husband is a doctor, a pediatric oncologist. They live in the Pacific Northwest.

They have two children, girls, 12 and 8. He works as a legal consultant and has his own. own firm. He has an amazing life. He told me that he thought I hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. We sat at the bar for hours, literal hours. I think we sat for about six hours before I begged him to come home and meet my wife. We got home and my wife was a mess. She hugged him and insisted he stayed with us. At this point, his husband was going insane and kept calling him. He had no idea what was going on. He thought he had eloped or something. It was crazy for a couple days until everything was explained and out in the open.

My son and my brother were like two peas in a pod. Honestly, I never wanted children. My son was an amazing accident, but I'm not good with kids. I'm always afraid I'm going to break them. But my brother is a pro. Kids love him. He stayed with us for two weeks. And in two weeks, everything about my life changed.

His husband and two daughters flew in to say with us, My brother-in-law and my two nieces, my family, they were my family. They are my family. My brother wants my wife and I to move to be closer to him. My wife is on board. I work as a professor at a university and have already started to send out feelers to see if there are any open positions. And I found one that is actually tenured and higher pay.

I do not plan on forgiving my parents, but my brother still loves them. He went by their house and knocked on the door. My father shut the door in his face. My mother gave him a hug and told him to take care of himself. Then she shut him out. I can't forgive them for that. I have no reason to stay close to them. I want to be with my family.

I want to make up for all the lost time. It's 2 a.m. right now, and I'm drinking a tall glass of scotch and grading papers. My beautiful, wonderful, smart, amazing wife is asleep on the the couch. She likes to watch me great papers. My son is asleep in his room, cuddled up with all these stuffed animals. His uncle brought him. And I'm here. So happy. So fulfilled, knowing that my family has grown and doubled in size so suddenly. My heart is happy. I am so happy right now, Reddit. I am so happy. Update number three, November 21st, 2016. Title, My New York, family and moving forward. Hi everyone, a few months ago I posted a notice that I had met my brother

that my parents had disavowed and didn't tell me, letting me assume that he went missing. Here's that update. I met my brother that was missing. Now here, I'm posting an update over six months later. Thank you all for everything so far. Everything in my life has changed in the last 10 months. Honestly, I don't even know what to say. I want to apologize for neglecting this account. I've been busy. I want to fill you all in on what's been going on in my life. I owe everyone who has messaged and commented that much at the very least. My wife, son and myself have moved. Not exactly to the same region of the country as my brother and his family, but much closer to him. I got a new job teaching at a new university months ago. While it's not a

turnerred position, it gives me the option to do research, which is my favorite thing to do. My brother-in-law's family has had many interesting discussions with each other trying to describe what has happened between my brother and I. They're a pretty open-minded and accepting family, so to hear what we have been through was absolutely shocking to them. My brother never told his husband the truth about his life, only that he didn't speak to his family anymore. Nevertheless, they welcomed me in my family with open arms when we came to visit. It was like we had always been part of their family. I felt content knowing that they are my family. When my brother ran away with his first boyfriend, he was verging on 18. He has elaborated and told me that the relationship with the man was abusive,

and when he tried to leave and return him home, our parents would not let him. So he was forced to stay with an abusive man because he had nowhere else to go until he moved away to college. This deepened my anger for my parents. But my brother, still to this day, has this ridiculous sense of hope and optimism. I love that about him, because I don't have that. My brother and I are two very different people, but in a way that works well. We reflected on my teenage years, and I filled him in on what happened with my life. My brother is very quiet and observant. He always watches before he intervenes. He's soft-spoken and gently objects when something says someone he disagrees with. He's patient, kind, and optimistic, as I've said. He has a very loving heart, so

I think that's why he has an unrelenting faith in our parents. Me on the other hand, I'm abrasive, impatient, and quick to jump to conclusions. My wife wanted me to add, about me, doesn't separate laundry, refuses to mop the floors, and can't properly change the oil. Despite being very different, we have this uncanny ability to be thinking the same thing, even though we have been separated for several years. We can still give each other a look and know exactly what the other's plotting. My brother has been able to create a spectacular life,

for himself, all on his own. One thing I struggle with is knowing that he went through more than half of his life by himself, putting himself through college and law school all alone. The more he filled me in about the years away from our parents, the more angry I became. I severed communication with my parents months ago, after the last time I posted on here, and it has done wonders for my own mental health. And then the election happened, and I'm just not even going to read the rest of this post, because he just talks about the election and everything that happened in 2016, whether or not how you feel about it, I don't care at all. And it's just going to cause arguments in the comment section that I don't feel like rating.

So, yeah, the rest of it, apparently his parents called him about the election. They offered or they wanted his brother to go through conversion therapy and stuff like that. And they're upset about the election, this and that. And it just sounds like they're happy at the end, which is great. I mean, that really was a very heartwarming story. Yeah, sorry I didn't read the rest of the post in full. I just really don't give a shit about politics and reading through that. It just, yeah, it's just annoying to read.

And like I said, I don't want to see the comments about it. But, yeah, that's a insane story. I mean, his brother, he thought he was dead for decades. He thought he was dead or missing or whatever. And to find out he was. was alive and alive and well, which is also something. It's not like he was just alive. He was alive and thriving. Went to college, went to law school, had a family. I mean, amazing for the scenario. I mean, it's horrible what the parents are doing. It's really horrible that, you know,

that entire relationship between the parents and the kids, both brothers, is completely severed now. But luckily, the brothers have a great relationship and it sounds like they have great families. I wish them nothing but the best and O.P. the best. A very, very interesting story. And yeah, I just can't imagine finding out my brother has been alive after years of thinking he was dead or missing. That really could be like a movie almost. I mean, insane story. I just heard a phone notification in the bathroom while showering alone. Originally posted to R slash relationship advice. The post reads as follows. So my fiance and I have been together for four years. Engaged for one. I was taking a relaxing bath this evening to enjoy the

silence and let the bathroom fan drown out all the outside noise. My phone was on silent. I wasn't wearing earbuds. I'm deep in a meditative state in the bath when I'm jarred by a phone text or email notification sound, clear as day coming from inside the bathroom. I got up immediately like, what the fuck? I checked my phone, even though I knew. I knew. it was on silent and there were no notifications. So I'm kind of worried at this point and just feel a sinking in my stomach so I get dressed and look through every crevice, box, cabinet, drawer, and plumbing fixture in the bathroom to find nothing. I know for a fact I did not just hear it in my brain. It was a distinct android, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, which we don't have any

androids. Before anyone asks, yes, I checked my carbon monoxide levels, LOL, they are fine. I have no illness is. My question is, what do I do? Do I even bring this up to my fiance? I sound crazy and don't want to be accusatory, but my first thought was a second phone hidden by him in the bathroom. Oh, I didn't expect him to take that turn. I couldn't imagine he could ever cheat, but you can never be too vigilant when something random and unexpected like this happens. Okay, interesting. Should I just wait and see if anything happens? I'm not going to lie, I'm a little paranoid, and I've been convincing myself, I manifested the noise, but I know in my gut it was real. Where else would I even look, though? And then some top comments on this post read it as follows. Someone comments,

I don't get it. And then the OPE responds saying, okay, imagine you are alone, in the bath, and hear a notification very close by in the room when nobody has left their phone there. And it's not your phone making the noise. And you look to see where the noise came from and don't find anything. What do you do next? And hopefully that answers your guys's question. If you are saying the same thing as that commenter saying, I don't get it. I mean, imagine how creepy it would be if you don't know where a phone notification is coming from. I mean, could it be someone inside your house, like outside your door, like listening to you bathe or something? Or is it a hidden phone by the fiancé? There's a lot of theories. And I'd be freaked out as well. Another commenter

said, I'd assume I imagined it, just like when I feel a phantom vibration in my pocket. And then the OPEE replied saying, that's what I'm trying to play it off as. It was just very distinct and not quiet. Also, not a notification sound I'm familiar with, so I really truly feel like I didn't randomly hear a notification that I've heard like two other times in my life. Another commenter said, did he hear it? And I guess the commenter is referring to her fiance, and then the Opie replies saying, no, he wasn't home at the time. I just checked the vents and see nothing. I've never heard any neighbors through my bathroom before. And then someone else says, probably nothing. And the Opie says, I guess. And then we get an update three

days later. And the post reads as follows. My first post didn't get a ton of activity, but I was made to feel like a crazy person by most people. And for some reason, some of my comments were either deleted or just didn't appear on any post. Anyways, I did not talk to my fiancee about it because I found the phone before he got home. Yeah, I tore the bathroom apart again like a madman, but this time I checked behind the toilet tank between the wall. We have about a two inch gap. And mounted on the back of the tank was one of those $1 Timu holder things that you peel off and stick on something to hold items. The phone was placed inside of that sticky mount thing. Definitely not my phone and obviously was meticulously placed there. Well, my fiance and I

broke up. The password was the same as his computer that we share so I unlocked it while trying to stifle an anxiety attack and found Snapchat conversations with at least three different women. Wow. The notification sound I heard lined up with a most recent snap sent to him of a woman's bare parts asking when he can come do stuff again. In a rage, I smashed the phone and texted my fiancé to come home immediately. He came home and already looked pale like he knew. I asked him how long this has been going on and he refused to answer anything. I told him to pack his crap and leave.

As he walks out with his backpack, I hear mutter. I knew I forgot to silence it. So yeah, I wasn't crazy. I actually heard a notification and he was fucking cheating. Now my whole world is upside down and I don't know where to go from here. I just can't believe this.

I fell asleep crying and woke up in a day's feeling like everything was normal until I remembered. So not a very fun update. Sorry. And then let's get into some of the top comments on this. Someone says, A, get a full SD panel done.

B, look at the bright side. found out before the wedding and children. True. See, you didn't marry this clown. It'll sting for a bit, but be a blessing in disguise. And yeah, I agree with that commenter. This was a total blessing in disguise because, yeah, imagine she got married and then found out when they were married and then have to go through a whole divorce. Like, that is much more messy than just breaking up. Another commenter says, who goes through the trouble of cheating via an extra phone, but then leaves the sound on and uses the same password he shares with his partner. Another commenter said,

an idiot, or just a very confident man with a very inflated ego. Another one says, so he probably keeps it there because he used it when he was in the bathroom. Otherwise, there'd be a much better place to keep it hidden. Mm, true. And then the Opie says, that's exactly what I think happened.

He did take really long showers sometimes two to three times a day. Oh my gosh, that is so heart-wrenching. I can't imagine. I feel so bad for the OP. Another commenter says, okay, that was already very weird. So he wasted a lot of water

that was just running while he texted chicks on Snap. And then the OP replies saying, well, apparently it was the perfect spot to hide a phone because stuff dated back almost a year. Fucking wish it was fake. Seriously.

And that's the last we heard from OP. Oh man, that is a, That is a heart-wrenching post. I can't imagine finding out my fiancé did that, especially before, I mean, fiancé, I mean, I don't know when they were going to get married, but still, like, that is crazy. I mean, at first the O.P thought they were going crazy,

and then, like, what a turn of the events to find his phone hidden on a mount behind the toilet. That is a crazy-ass story. I just wish the best for OPE because that is truly horrifying and horrible. I feel so bad. bad for her and hopefully this guy gets what he deserves karma will get him but yeah that is a horrible thing but yeah i guess look on the bright side he you know he didn't they didn't get married and have to go through a divorce and i do agree with getting an STD uh thing i mean who knows if he went and

saw these girls or if he only was doing it online um yeah i don't know i wonder if the opi ever talked to uh her fiance again i mean i assume they did but yeah crazy ass story my brother does some really creepy stuff and I'm done with him. Originally posted on December 1st, 2016, and the post reads as follows. Well, hey Reddit, I'm desperate. My brother is really, really creepy, like really fucking creepy to the point where I look at him and I have serial killer thoughts. Then I realize what I'm thinking and I feel guilty. Yesterday, for example, he picked me up at the uni and was supposed to take me to the mall because I needed to buy some things. I realized the route was different and I asked him where he was going. He didn't say anything. I kept asking

where we were going because I knew we were so far away from the uni and he was driving faster and faster and I told him to stop but he wouldn't. Then he casually went back to the mall. I got out of the car and said he didn't need to drive me back. He just went away. Sometimes on holidays I'll be alone and he'll stand behind me and scare me. I told him multiple times to stop and he didn't. He's been doing it since we were kids. Sometimes I would wake up and see him standing in front of me while I slept. Last Thanksgiving, I was sleeping and woke up to him sitting on the edge of my bed, speaking French. Sometimes he'll show up at my college and ask to talk to me. I'll get out of class and then he'll just say it was nothing and go away. Sometimes I see his car,

parked at my boyfriend's house. I don't understand it. I'm done with him. What can I do? Too long didn't read. My brother is creepy as fuck and I'm done. And then some relevant comments under this post. Someone said, O.P., you need to start answering questions so we can help you. Questions like, where are your parents? And what do they think of his behavior? Has he been evaluated? Do you ever feel threatened? Has he ever idolized you in an inappropriate way? Does he do this with anyone else? Help us out here. Give us something back. And then the O.P. replies this saying, Hey, I'm here. I'm sorry for not answering earlier. I ended up sleeping. Anyways, yes, when I was a little girl, I used to tell my parents about my brother going over my bedroom and scaring me. My parents

would talk to him and say it's absolutely not okay to do that. But he wouldn't listen to them. My parents also took him to a therapist when he was a kid to see if there was something going on, but no. Nothing. He kept doing it as I grew up. except that he became creepier, like the things I mentioned in the post. There was one occasion where I was on a trip in another country, and he showed up at the same place I was. Instead of being excited by his presence, I was just so tired about it. So I asked him, what are you doing here?

And he said, I'm just enjoying France. You're the only one who can appreciate this beauty? I couldn't do anything, so I ended up accepting it. He does have a girlfriend, and no, he doesn't act that way with her. He doesn't act this way with anyone. He has a good job. I don't live with my parents, nor does he. Another commenter asked,

Wait a second. This dude shows up randomly while you're in France out of nowhere and just seems to bomb into you. That's some next level shit right there, O.P. Did you tell your parents about this issue in particular? And then the O.P. said, I did. My parents were disappointed that he was still doing that and told me they were going to talk to him. It happened in March 2, not so long ago. And then the OP gave us an update on December 7, 2016, which was six days later from the original post.

And the post reads as follows. I talked to my parents and told them I was tired of my brother's behavior and that they should do something. Otherwise, I wouldn't be going home anymore. They said I was being too extreme and that he would stop eventually. But that shit has been going on since we are kids. And I knew he wasn't going to stop, so I gave them an ultimatum. They would talk to my brother and my brother would stop or the three of them could have a nice life. My parents talked to him after all.

My brother refused to get evaluated at first. He was really upset. He went over to my dorm and tried to choke me. He screamed at me. Then he tried to choke me. Then he realized what he was doing and started crying and apologizing. Someone called the cops because my brother tried to commit S word afterwards. Anyway, everything is okay now.

I mean, not everything. he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. He didn't get a full written report because it's been a week and it takes time. But that was the feedback and diagnosis. I'm going to be okay. I just want to say thank you for the advice and stuff, you know. I appreciate it. A lot.

And before we get into the comments of this, I just have to say that escalated super fast. I mean, luckily the brother got arrested or not arrested, but at least we know he has something wrong with him mentally and that he's in probably the right hands now and isn't just going around freaking out a sister. But anyways, let's get into the top comments. Someone asked, so how will your relationship be with your brother now? And then the O.P responded saying, I'm not sure.

He's just getting treatment now after 27 years and it'll be tough. Really, really tough. I'll try to be supportive of him, but I have to take care of myself too. And then someone else commented, wow O.P. You're a hero. You're the only one in your family strong enough to put your foot down about the reality of the situation and as a result, your brother can now get the helping needs. Well done you.

My elderly mom is on hospice and her new friend gives me a bad vibe. Originally posted to R-slash RBI. Originally posted on January 12, 2024. The post read as follows. I cannot for the life of me figure out why I feel like this, but all of my spidey senses are tinkling on this woman. Here's a bit of background. My 40 female, elderly mom who's 70F, has been quite ill for quite some time now and is on hospice. She was living in an independent living space where it was all elderly people in apartment type units. She has been living there for

about six or seven months and made a few casual old people friends but mostly kept her herself. So I thought. A couple weeks ago, my boys now were visiting my mom. We live right down the street and visit often. When a woman walks up to us with my mom, I extended my hand to introduce myself to this woman when she dismissed the handshake and instead went in for a hug and said, oh, I only do hugs for family. And we're pretty much family. Okay, a little weird coming from someone I've never met before and also never even heard a single mention of her, but I pretty much brushed it off thinking to myself that she's probably just really lonely or something. I asked my mom about this new friend and she just says that they met there at the old people place,

and she's been a really good friend to her. Great. I love when my mom has friends. It's important to have friends, but this woman just keeps giving me weird vibes, and I can't pinpoint why. A few things that seem odd to me. Number one, my mom is moving to a more traditional apartment complex this weekend, and this new friend liked the new apartment complex so much

that she decided to move to the same place as well. her apartment is not ready yet but she'll be moving to the same complex as my mom next month number two she apparently bought my mom's dog a i have the world's best anti sweatshirt for christmas they had known each other for maybe two months at that point number three she called the other day too i don't really know why i guess to give me her phone number and more formally introduce herself to me she talked about doing a lot of care taking stuff from my mom oh i can manage her medications for her if you want. So I replied that while I appreciate the offer, there's a lot of controlled medications and hospice prefers to keep minimal people involved in the

medicine stuff and that taking on caretaking responsibilities for a friend can get exhausting so it might be best for them to just focus on being friends rather than wearing herself out trying to take care of her. She immediately went to my mom and made it sound like I was shit talking to my own mom saying how she's just an exhausting person, blah, blah, blah. When I confronted the new friend about going to my mom and relaying our private conversation in a totally twisted way, the friend lied and said that my mom had grabbed her phone and read it all in the text messages. It was over the phone and not at all via text messages. When I pointed out there were no texts, she just kind of stumbled and I dropped it because I knew it wouldn't get anywhere.

And finally, every time I talk to my mom on the phone, I can hear this woman telling her what to say or adding comments in. And none of it is outworked. worrysome things, but it feels like I can't have any conversation with just my mom. I'm a very trusting person who generally tries to see the best in people. And this woman has not given me any concrete reasons to doubt her intentions and has in fact been very friendly and polite to me in all of our interactions. Nonetheless, I can't shake this feeling that there's something wrong here. I sat my mom down yesterday and had a conversation with her about my feelings towards this new

friend and she didn't get defensive at all, but disagreed with me and said that her new friend is just being kind and offering to help with the stuff because she knows my mom is not the most organized of people and could use the help. I begged my mom to please be cautious and to take the friendship slow and to keep it simply as a friendship and let me, her actual family, handle caretaking stuff. Despite no changes in medications, my mom has been more confused lately and comes across to me like she's overtaken medication, but I only can give her one dose at a time and the rest is locked up at all time, so it isn't that.

But just to be safe, since she's more confused lately, I took my mom's credit and debit cards so no one can take advantage of her financially. Reddit, please help me figure out what this woman would have to gain in coming between my mom and I if it isn't medication or money. I don't know how to do a background search or if that's legal for any random person to do, but I did look this new friend up on a couple websites,

and all I learned from that is that she has a lot of also known as names, but I can't find anything else. I'll pay for a background search if anyone has a recommendation for good ones. We're in California. Does any of this raise any red flags to anyone else, or am I just being too overprotective of my mom on this? Oh, I almost forgot. I called one of my mom's oldest and closest friends the other day

and asked her if she's met his new. friend and if so, what was her impression? She said, honestly, I don't know why I feel like this, but I just get a bad feeling about her. I just feel like she's up to no good. Hearing this made me feel better and that I'm not the only one to pick up on something, but I don't know what, if anything, to do about it all. And then the OP posted an update on February 26th, 2024. The post reads as follows. Thank you so much for all the responses and heartfelt advice. I'm so sorry to have been M.I. for so long after I originally posted, but it's just been a lot. I needed to take a beat to take it all in and deal with the punches from real life that kept coming my way. Immediately after I posted

that, I went to talk with my mom. I explained my concerns, and she agreed to the two cameras I put up in her apartment. On moving day, I was out of the apartment for a few minutes taking my kids back to my house when I logged onto the camera app to test out the settings. I overheard my mom and the friend talking about me. It was not very nice and very much seemed like the friend was just teeing things up to come between my mom and I. My mom was playing right into it. The friend, I'll just call her friend to make it easier, was gone when I got back to the apartments, but I got into it with my mom. I was crying, telling her how hurtful it is to hear my own mother participating in a negative conversation about me after everything I do and have done for her.

She cried, I cried, it was awful. But at the end, I had at least convinced her that Fran was up to no good. Mom agreed to create some distance between her and Fran, and she immediately told Fran that her behavior towards me was not going to fly any longer, and all talk of anything to do with me was off limits. Fran seemed to understand and blamed her behavior towards me on some flimsy excurs. that I didn't buy for a second. All was calm for a week or so when one morning I called my mom to check in on her, only to find out she was with Fran outrunning errands. When I pushed for more information, I uncovered that Fran had taken my mom to the bank so that my mom could obtain a new debit card. Oh boy. Fran very much knew I had taken my mom's debit card with my mom's blessing

because my mom was having episodes of increased confusion and was not aware of who or what she was spending money on because my mom had forgotten she had given me her previous debit card. That was the final straw for me. That night I sent Fran the following text message. Hi Fran. Mom told me about you guys going to the bank today

to get a card and I just wanted to let you know that I know I know my mom appreciates her friendship but that I do not appreciate you're getting involved yourself and things you have no business being involved in. Mom and I have her finances under control between the two of us, and we do not need any assistance getting her squared away, no matter how well-meaning. She's asked me to take her card again, the new one,

and has put me as the main account holder so I can be sure she has access to what she needs, but no one else does. I want to believe you're coming from a sincere place or just wanting to help my mom, but it complicates friendships greatly when you get into financial territory. I handle all of my mom's finances and medical stuff, and it's working for us that way. My mom very much appreciates having you as her friend, but she doesn't need a caretaker. I've got that covered.

If you sincerely want to be her friend, you need to take a 10 giant steps back and check yourself regarding how you're coming across to me. Because from my perspective, it very much looks like you were dancing precariously close to the elder abuse line, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to get the authorities involved here, but that's exactly what will happen. if things continue down this path. Fran then responded with some BS reply akin to, oh my word, I would never take advantage of anyone, and I just wanted to help your mom, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and I think you and I have gone off on the wrong foot, daughter,

which is my fault, but I'd like to start over again, more blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I never replied to Fran further, and she has, shockingly, not really reached out to my mom since. I believe she is due to move into the apartment complex this weekend, though, so we shall see if she pops back up out of the woodwork. I think she understands that I see through her attempts to come between my mom and I, and that she'll need to focus her efforts to scam people somewhere else. I notified my mom's hospice nurses and her social worker as well.

I also bought a really super cool medication dispenser. I won't name it because I'm not plugging anything, but feel free to reach out to me if anyone has family members that they need some help managing medications for. It's expensive and probably cost prohibitive for a lot of folks, but it has been a game changer for me to keep my mom's medicine safe and organized. That it is locked up and sinks up to a nap, so I get notified every time it dispenses and medication.

That made me feel much better about Fran, not having any access whatsoever to my mom's prescriptions, but the trip to the bank showed me exactly what Fran was after. I notified the bank that if Fran is with my mom, there to contact me immediately. All in all, I think most of you were correct. Fran was using my mom for money, or she was trying to, but luckily I caught it before much damage was done. I think I've made my position on Fran clear to her, which is why she's staying away. I think I still need to contact the independent living facility about my concerns with Fran because, I swear I'm not making this is.

My mom says that Fran is going to be working at the independent living facility after she moves out, and I don't want her being in a position to take a place. advantage of anyone else. Thank you again to everyone who replied and reached out to me with resources and or advice. I read every reply and I actually read a number of them to my mom as well. It really helped her to see Fran for who she really is. And then the OP left us with another update posted on September 30th, 2024. Thank you to those who keep checking in with me asking how my mom is doing and if there's any updates. My mom is still in hospice and doing okay, all things considered. She has her good and bad days, but

she's been mostly lucid lately, and I'm grateful for that. Fran has been mostly MIA. Thank goodness ever since I told her in no uncertain terms to beat it. The only time I have heard from her since was when my mom's phone wasn't working and Fran called me and left a message wanting to know if my mom was okay. I left her on red. So that told me that my mom. my mom hasn't cut her out completely, although she tells me she has, but I have, with my mom's blessing, taking control of any avenue Fran could possibly use to take advantage of my mother. I alerted the hospice nurses and social worker, and I let Fran know that I had done that as well. My mom also finally made some better friends who live nearby, and they also helped keep an eye on her

for me. I did not go to the police, as I didn't feel I had a case to do so, but I did let Fran know I wouldn't hesitate to do so if given reason. If Fran comes back around, my mom, or gives me any reason to think something is up, I'll update you all to let you know. But as of now, my mom is safe. I handle all her medication as well as her finances so no one can weasel their way in to try to take anything at all away from my mom. Thank you to everyone for your care and concern. And then some relevant comments. Someone says they want our pills. And the OP then says, I thought the same thing, which is why I locked them up tight.

My mom agreed to a camera right over her dispenser so we can keep eyes on her medications at all times. The machine I got her is pretty cool too and alerts me via text if the machine doors ever opened. Not that it could be because it has a passcode on it that even my mom doesn't know. So there's a lot of safeguards in place to ensure no one gets into any of the other stuff.

And I think this story is a great reminder. just be careful who your family is surrounded with, who you're surrounded with. I mean, you never know who might take advantage of you for this, that, or the other reason. So just be careful. And if you have a gut feeling, it's usually for a good reason. And yeah, there's a lot of bad people out there. So just keep your head on a swivel. If you have a bad feeling, it's probably for a reason, like I just said.

But anyways, on to the next one. My mother has poisoned me, originally posted to R slash off my chest. In the post, reads as follows. This is a throwaway account. Ever since I became an adult about a decade ago, my mother has been against me moving out of the house. I finally got a job as a line cook three years ago. My mother and the rest of my family,

which includes my sister and father, has been against it. Mainly saying that such a job cannot sustain me, which was true. They also said that I would hate working, which turned out to be false. About a year and a half later, I quit due to health reasons. The following spring, I got a new job as a computer programmer. While they seemed supportive at first, my mother and sister, who I lived with, gradually became hostile.

Eventually I moved out of the house. About a month later, I lost my job. And about three months later, moved back home. Everything was cool at first, but as I was getting calls from recruiters and going to job interviews, they gradually became more hostile again, accusing me of being distant and not caring for them. However, they seemed to be very controlling and hateful of the fact that I wanted to move out and wanted a decent job.

So, last month, I finally got that job as a programmer again, but it was out of town. I had just enough money to relocate to a new city. They became very hostile starting a few days before I left, accusing me of not loving them, of hating them. On the day before I was scheduled to leave my mother, gave them. me two of my styrofoam ramen noodles cups and tore that cardboard covering that normally comes with it and threw it away i was suspicious that they were trying to sabotage my life so i was careful i'm not trying to anger them she gave me a few more food items which i didn't use to take on the

trip with me when i arrived at my new city and entered my hotel room i chilled out i was to go to work the next day so after the first day of work i ate a cup of ramen noodles and felt ill I knew that feeling because my sister fed me something that made me feel the same way in late 2011, which I then assumed was because of my recent illness. I felt weak, lightheaded, and short of breath. I drank water to make me feel better because that's what I did last time that happened to me. Over the week, my mother kept calling me, making sure to remind me to eat my ramen noodles. I was short on cash then, waiting for my first paycheck.

I never told her that I ate it. I suspected then that I had been poisoned. And after doing some Googling, believed it was cyanide. Now that is something that you should never have to think, that your own mother would do that to you. So I resisted that thought, because I simply could not bear to think that. So I went to get a Sinai test and ordered it a kit. And I tried it. Now look at the graphics and the video on this page.

Now here are the results of my test, and she links a picture, and guess what? cyanide, detected. Oh boy. I guess I'm going to have to call the cops, and I will never speak to my family again. Edit, thank you for being my support group. You will get updates on this story. Update, 8.45 a.m. I am currently in Topeka, Kansas.

I work downtown in a government office building, which has a police department. I visited the Capitol Police Station earlier and spoke to an officer. I showed him the evidence, and he said that. he could do nothing about it since the package was opened and might have been contaminated. So does anyone have any ideas? And then most of the comments under that post were stuff like, oh my God, I can't believe you, the post was literal or the title was literal and stuff like that. Not a lot of theorizing comments or anything, but the OP posted an update a few months later. And the update reads as follows. A few months ago, I posted this. I was only able to file a police report,

but only that so far. The police do not have enough evidence to investigate. I have gone no contact with my family. I currently live in a cheap motel in Topeka, Kansas. Yesterday, after getting home from work, I work for the Kansas State government as a software developer. The lady at the front desk told me that my mother called them to speak to me. For security reasons, the motel needs both the name and room number,

and my mother didn't have my room number. She didn't even attempt to call my cell phone, which makes me believe that she just wanted to know if I was staying there and where. So this morning I leave a little earlier than usual. The sky was still in the early twilight phase. I take the bus to and from work because my car blew gasket almost a year ago before I moved and got my current job. As I was walking towards the bus stop, I saw someone in a strange car. She told me that if she visited, she would be here using a rental car, using the finger. her to tell me to come here. I looked but kept on walking. Then she opened the car door and she was in a

black outfit and a hood, which is strange from my mother. Then I knew as her when I saw her face. She told me to come here and I said no. Kept a good distance. She said that she just wanted to know if I was okay. So I said yes, I am. She said that she just wanted to hug, but I said no. I don't know if there was anyone else in the car with her, but she is a gun owner and a good shot. She routinely kicked all our asses and duck hunt when I was a little kid and still owned when playing Wii games with the gun controller. I ended up taking another bus to get to my job. So, when I get off of work, what is the best way to go home? Or should I even go?

If not, where should I go? I really think that it is not safe for me in Topeka. So if anyone knows of any NET development jobs, please PM me. Also, please give me some advice. And now let's get into some top comments on this post or on this, update. Someone says, you are under threat. Call the police. Get a restraining order. Alert the motel, you are a stalking victim and under threat and no information is to be given out. Since your mother has conspired to poison you, it is safe to assume she doesn't give a damn about you being alive.

You're out of the house and now she wants you dead. She's crazy. Don't interact with her. If you see her immediately live the area and call the police, always have a cell phone to call 911 on you at all times. Prepaid or planned. Your best move might be to completely move to another hotel with a new outfit. You need some witness protection shit right now, but nobody's going to give it to you, so you have to do it yourself for your own safety. Buy a gun or knife, or both. Get something you can easily carry on you in discretion. Practice with them. She is your enemy and has been since you left her home. Don't underestimate her and give her doubt since you are biologically related to you. Never underestimate what an enemy in what they'd be willing to do.

It could be your downfall. Treat yourself to fence towards her as you would a hoodlum or mugger. As for now, do not go out into the open when unnecessary. Do not meet friends for lunch. Don't take a walk in the park. Don't even walk down to the local convenience store for a chat with the owner. Never go outside unless necessary. Take a different bus each day.

Alternate them always. Never form a definite schedule of transport. Buy new clothes. Obviously, by now she's seen at least one set of your daywear. A dark jacket with a hood and jeans would be definitely preferable. And needed clothes for job interviews, etc. can be neatly stored in a backpack. Change in restrooms. Never eat food without you preparing it. Example, opening the sealed packaging, cooking it, etc. By now you should know this. If not, here we go. Fast food should be safe. But like I said, don't go outside unless completely necessary. The most preferable way of eating, eating and obtaining food is to go to Walmart or a similar place and buy microwavable meals. You could cook your own food if you had access to appliances with your motel situation. That seems unlikely. Do not alert family, friends, or Facebook of your situation or location. This is vital.

Loose lips sink ships. Keep small talk to a minimum on social media site. And that's only small talk. Anything beyond small talk and necessary information with friends and family is not allowed. You never know who she could have bribed or blackmailed into being her pawn to getting information out of you. Follow this. Keep motivating police to do something. For all we know, she has been diagnosed mental health problems, sociopath, schizophrenia, etc.

Everything should blow over with this plan. Even if it seems extreme, you should be doing this for a month or three, or even a whole year, can't say. Just remember, even if the plan feels like it's doing nothing, it is having. helping sources. Former Witness Protection Agency coordinator. So this guy probably knows what he's talking about. And yeah, I mean, having your mother chasing after you trying to kill you or poison you. It's crazy.

And then someone agreed with the commenter saying, I honestly cannot stress how important this is. O.P. Get the fuck out of there. And be careful. Good luck. Another commenter said, what does she have to gain from your illness or death? I wonder if she got a life insurance. policy in your name? That would certainly give her motive. Police will only take this seriously

if you provide evidence for motive. And then the OP said, I really don't know. I will never know because I'm not in contact with her. I can only make guesses. Some have said some sort of syndrome by proxy. It is obvious that she didn't want me to leave the house and live on my own. Maybe her son is too white. I know she did try to get me to sign up for life insurance, but I can't remember if I ended up going along. And then the person replied, I don't know if it's the same where you are, but where I live, parents can take out policies on their children. It very well could be that she could gain a large amount of money if something bad happened to you. Also, how are you? I've been waiting for an update to see if you're okay and how you handled everything the last few

months. And the OPE responds to this saying, I was an adult, mid-20s or older to be more exact, when she tried this, so I don't know if that still applies. Oddly, she always wanted me to go on welfare so that she could use the money, even though she has been on psychiatric RN for more than 15 years. And she told me that she makes about 90K for a salary about a year ago, so I guess you could say that she was greedy for money? What would you need my welfare payments, which totaled out to be about $200 a month, for when you are making that much money? Some other weird things about this is that she's a hoarder, and nothing around the house was never fixed because it cost too much money. Even when told by others that the job didn't have to be expensive, she refused to do anything to fix the house.

She couldn't be bothered to buy a $100 washer and dryer. Many of the wood walls and ceilings are decaying, and there's a huge hole in the ceiling right above the tub. There are so many problems like that in the house. But again, she couldn't use her money to actually fix the house and provide a safe living space from a now 5-year-old nephew. you. One thing that my mother knew, because I told her this a few times over the years, was that I wanted to move out. I didn't make it about her or anything like that. Just told her that I'm old enough, and that it is time for me to move out so that I can live like an adult and do adult things, such as dating. But I didn't tell her that because of my

interest in white women and her extreme hatred of white women. So I finally got a decent job as a software engineer. Now it allowed me to move out of the house, so I did that. Of course, my mother telling me to go on welfare stopped because now I had a job and was making too much money to be on welfare. My sister became more and more hostile since I got the good job. At some point, her shenanigans became so great that I had to move out. For my safety, as she pointed guns at me with evil smiling and laughing. What the fuck? After losing my job and moving back home, my mother and sister were cool for the first few days. I spent pretty much all my time searching for new employment. they gradually got more hostile

and actually went apeship bananas when I took a job offer out of state and I was handed the poisoned food the morning of my departure. Just based upon my latest thinking inspired by your post, she could make me go on welfare or other things since I was living under her roof

and not making any contributing payments of the house. When I got a good job and left to live on my own, she could no longer do that and I was in control of my money and myself. When I first moved out while still living in the same city as her, she tried to control my life. But moving out of state makes control all but impossible.

If there are any way to find out if there are any current life insurance policies on myself, if so, I'll get them canceled immediately. Another comment the OP commented about saying, actually I am a black American. My mother, sister, and my father hold some black nationalist slash supremacist beliefs. I'm thinking the fact that I'm not exclusively interested in black women might have at least something to do with this. My sister, for instance, is a chemitism.

And I looked up what chemitism is. And chemitism is a modern revival of the ancient Egyptian religion centered on honoring the Netjuru, which is the Egyptian gods following the principle of Ma'at, truth, balance, and harmony, and drawing inspiration from historical text, rituals, and symbolism. It blends reconstructed ancient practices with modern interpretations. Okay, so it's just a Egyptian belief. Okay. interesting. And then she continues saying, my mother has been a Christian most of my life, and Christian was in quotes, as far as I can tell. However, when she made her Facebook profile about a year or so back, she listed her religion as spiritual. So that makes me wonder what she

really believes. My father is a business owner, and he runs an entertainment company based upon one style of dance. I left the business three years ago because I was sick of the abuse, thought he was a sociopath, didn't want to be a starving artist. liked to being a programmer much better and wanted something better out of life i also didn't want to be constantly talking about race talking about white people this white people that black men mainly those with white women are this that and etc interesting so we learned more about the family dynamic in that comment but um another comment someone asked is the part that really bold me over is that you knew what cyanide poisoning felt like to begin with can you give us some back

ground on that story and then the opi replied to that comment saying i didn't know what it felt like all i knew was that this was a feeling familiar my sister found me stuff that made me feel the same way earlier and i suspected that it was poison since i had just finished a bowl of ramen noodles i then googled it realized that the symptoms matched cyanide poisoning did more research on cyanide poisoning and then ordered the test ticket i still wasn't really to totally accept that that I was poisoned and was hesitant to go to the police just in case I wasn't poisoned. And I think that's a little bit of a ambiguous answer. I mean, yeah, it is kind of weird to be like, I feel weird.

I think it's cyanide poisoning. I mean, I'm not calling the O.P. a liar, but at the same time, it's a little bit weird. She could have been poisoned, but it's like you could have test for any poison. And for it to be cyanide, like, that seems very, very specific. And then we don't hear anything from the OP for a long, long time. The account kind of went silent and there was no other comments from the OP or anything. People were speculating and it's like, what the hell happened to OP? Did they get killed or something like that?

Did the mother finally kill her or poison them? But they gave an update eight months later. And the OP said, And by the way, I have moved out of state since making my last thread with this account. And I'm doing very well with a nice job. And I'm in better health. So that's great that the O.P. is in better health. But this, by the way, this thread was posted 11 years ago now, 12 years ago. So we haven't heard from the O.P. ever again. We don't know if they're all right. Hopefully they are. But that's such a weird scenario.

I mean, this is such a weird and interesting story. I mean, so the O.P. wanted to leave the house. The mother didn't want them to for weird reasons. I think the O.P.'s mother probably has some sort of mental health issues or spiritual beliefs. I don't know. The hoarding plus other sort of things they mentioned does probably point to mental health issues of some sort. And then also, yeah, the O.P.'s mother showing up in a black hoodie and then kind of saying some weird stuff.

It's just such a weird story. I mean, I don't need to reiterate it all, but such a weird story. And then for Simonite poisoning to be correct, and I have so many questions. It's like, did the police end up arresting the mom? I mean, like, can you just poison people and not get, like, arrested for it? Like, that's crazy. And so, like, did the family ever get arrested? Did anyone in the family get arrested or fine or a straining order or what?

This is such an interesting thread. But, yeah, we just haven't gotten an update. I mean, 12 years later, I don't think we'll ever get an update unless the OP is watching this video somehow. Hey, if you're watching this video, OPE, send me an email for my email. But yeah, very interesting thread. And on to the next one. Really weird things are happening to me.

22 female. Not sure if it's an elaborate prank or if I'm seriously mentally ill. Originally posted on November 24th, 2015, and the post reads as follows. Okay, okay, okay. I've never, ever, ever felt they need to post here, but I feel like I'm losing my mind. I don't even know where to start. My mind is so jumbled. I guess it started two weeks ago at work.

I work in a factory, but I don't do the labor. I'm more of a spreadsheet maker slash book balancer slash secretary type thing. Really informal, but it's my uncle's company and I needed a job. Yada, yada, yada, yada. Good pay. I was sitting at my desk with nothing to do. And I hear my boss, not my uncle, just another coworker and a friend of his, go, fill size as he looks at the weather.

I look up like, huh? And he looks at me like, huh? He didn't say anything. I was like, that's weird, but oh well, anyway. And then the next day, I was talking to some co-workers on the floor, asking them work stuff. And one of them called me a bitch, but when I called him out,

him and everyone else looked at me like I was insane. I apologized, and we all laughed it off. Factory is loud, right? People mishear things all the time. except I was at Walmart. I know, class. And one of the workers there was putting away stock and I swear to God he looked straight at me and said, the chicken was just killed. But I asked him what he meant. And I felt so bad because he looked so confused and like I was crazy. He hadn't even opened his mouth apparently. Shit like this has been happening so much. My friend even pulled me aside to ask if I was feeling okay. Small things are happening too. My boyfriend says he's making salmon for dinner. I hear him. him preparing salmon i smell salmon then he brings it out and it's lasagna i asked him where the salmon was and he was like what i said lasagna tonight and brush it off like i'm being silly i could have sworn this was one shirt i owned who was green and not teal shit is changing and people are saying stuff

but they're not people are narrating their lives sometimes there's no way my friends could be pranking me not when random people on the street are doing this too I'm so scared. I don't want to be thrown into mental hospital. Not trying to offend mentally ill people. I just, I'm so scared. I feel like my mind is slowly melting. And then some top comments on this post read as follows.

Someone says, you should go to the doctor. Not just because there might be a physical or mental issue going on, but that needs to be addressed. But also so you can get an answer of what is going on. Don't keep yourself in limbo. That will drive you insane. Doctors aren't your enemy. And even if there's a mental issue going on, that doesn't automatically mean you get thrown

into a mental hospital just like that. You've probably been around more people with mental disorders than you realize. And the vast majority of them can live a relatively normal life and live independently with some medical and or psychiatric help. Go to the doctor. They are the professionals here. And then the OP responded saying, Thank you.

I'm in Canada. and I made an appointment with my doctor. It'll be a week before I see her, though. I can't believe how much this blew up. It happened again last night. Boyfriend said he was going to the bar. I shower and come out and ask, why he's still here?

Because I live here? I thought you were going to the bar. No? Maybe I'll go to the ER if this keeps happening. Another commenter said, Not to terrify O.P., but this happened to my mother as well. And it was a brain tumor for her. This seriously calls for her.

doctor as soon as possible. Another commenter said, yep, sounds pretty similar to a friend. Go get it checked. It's scary. But my friend, she's doing a whole lot better now. And then the OP gives us an update on November 29th, 2015, which was five days later. Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. I never could have ever in my wildest imagination that my last post would get this much attention. I was on my boyfriend's Reddit account on his phone and actually saw my own post near the first page. I was floored. Then he saw what I was looking at,

and we had a pretty awkward conversation. Basically asked me why I posted something like that. He'd read it, but only when he saw me on the page, it clicked that he saw the same username on my laptop on Reddit. He never imagined it was me. I did change some details about my life in the last post. So we talked for a long time. And finally, he said,

said they were taking me to emergency. I didn't want to go. I just wanted to wait for my appointment, not because I didn't think it was serious, but because I had no clue how to explain what was happening to the doctors and nurses, especially for it to warrant an emergency visit. So we went, and he was very understanding. Just asked me how much I remembered from the past couple days, stuff he said, and stuff I'd apparently heard. We were both very scared, ha ha, ha. I got to the emergency, very slow. I live in a smallish town, but we have a giant hospital for some reason. We're close to a lot of other towns and they use our hospital.

Close to Toronto, too. Anyway, it was slow. Just one father and a sick kid. I went in and basically had to explain what was happening. And honestly, the nurses were like, what the fuck? This bitch is crazy. But when I saw a doctor, he took me very, very seriously. It was very nice.

He wrote down basically everything I said. I got some x-rays and they asked me questions. You know the whole spiel. Anyway, the point of this update was to tell you guys that I have a tumor. That's really scary right now. But I have a tumor in my brain. It hasn't sunk in yet that tomorrow my brain is going to be under the knife. I don't want to share more because I've gotten a lot of messages from people who are like guessing my name and where I'm from.

Apparently I remind people of their friends or crazy exes. I'm scared to miss work, but my boss was more than understanding. He sort of looked at me like I was insane when I asked how long I should be out of work. I don't know. I need to pay rent. We'll figure it out. Thank you all for your love and support. I will update whenever I remember two. I am scared, but alive. And wow, what a scary update for the OP to give us.

And sadly, we didn't hear back from the OP for a long, long time. People thought the worst happened, but guess what? She updated 10 years later. Update. April 18th, 2025. Am I allowed to make an update here? I don't use social media much anymore and Reddit looks completely different than the last time I logged in. My friend sent me this basically immediately after it was posted asking if it was me.

It was so long ago. I kind of cringe seeing how I wrote. it. But I'll give myself some flack because I was young and going through a terrible time. That boyfriend didn't last long. He bailed when he found out how long my recovery would be and what it entitled. I moved back in with my family, who are all nurses and caregivers, so it was really the smoothest recovery I could have had. I did years of therapy, both physical and mental. I did eventually end up losing my factory job, but that honestly wasn't their fault. Admittedly, I know-showed, to work a lot and was spiraling for a few years.

But I eventually landed on my feet. Found my dream man, lumberjack type, sorry for being a Canadian stereotype. And his mother had gone through almost the same thing I did when she was younger. So we really bonded over that. I won't say I'm having a perfect time. Life is life.

I'm child free. Have a job I tolerate. Have money to spend on my friends and family and am generally very happy. I keep off social media because I already survived a brain tumor. I'm not looking for more. And for Americans who are going to ask, yes, it was free. And wow, what an unexpected update?

I mean, no one was expecting an update from the O.P. After 10 years. But yeah, pretty recent post just a few months ago as of the time of recording. But it's great to hear the OPE made it through. And even though it was a hard recovery and therapy time, I'm super glad to hear that she's doing all. right and has a great relationship with her family, boyfriend, et cetera. I mean, that first post was just terrifying. Her imagining her coworkers and other people just saying things to her and thinking

she was going crazy. Thank God she saw a doctor because, I mean, some people would just let that keep going. They're like, I don't want to go to a psychiatric institution or a mental hospital, but this is a great kind of lesson for everybody watching. If you are going to, through something similar, go to a doctor. It's way better to go to a doctor, get diagnosed, get yourself figured out, than just let it happen because, who knows, it could be a literal brain tumor. So if you ever are wondering why you feel weird, might as well go to the doctor. It won't hurt. It's way better to be safe than sorry. Very happy end of the post, but yeah, terrible that she had to go through it, but luckily it ended on a good note. On to the next one.

possibly have spare keys to my house, originally posted on R-slash RBI. Hello, would just like to mention that I'm posting this from my side account. I'll try to keep it as short as possible. I moved into my first house in February. I'm mortgaging it, living in the UK. A couple months after moving in, I would pick up on odd things. For example, the door map being halfway across the entry hallway after I came home, or misplace items such as the TV remote, the garage remote,

my vape going missing after I left it on charge before heading to work, and I still haven't found it to this day. That's not all. At first I was worried that I may be having memory issues until I noticed more obvious signs, like food being Ian that was left on the countertops, or my bed pillows being indented as if someone lay on it in the rug under my bed being a third folded over.

Most recently, and what made me order security cameras, was when I was sick and off work. And I could swear to you, when I was in the kitchen, I heard the doorknob jiggle and the rattle of keys. This was a couple days ago. I've bought some inconspicuous-looking cameras online, but I don't know what to do from here. I'm scared of catching someone wandering around my house. What do I do if I catch someone? I'm seriously dreading it. Any advice is welcome.

Even some reassurance, honestly. I don't have any friends or family, so I feel a bit alone in all this. It's all a bit shit at the moment. Also forgot to add, I did call a non-emergency line after I heard what sounded like someone trying to come into the house when I was off sick. They didn't help much and asked if I have camera footage of someone trying to get in, but I didn't,

especially since nothing was stolen or damaged. There wasn't much of a case. I did request to put in a statement, and that was it. Just an edit. Hello again. Thank you for everyone for all the advice. My cameras have arrived, and I will be putting them up with the help of a friend later. I've called the local locksmith and have an appointment with him to change my locks this afternoon.

I will update you all if anything else comes from this. And then the OP gives us an update. Hi. Thank you for everyone's help on my previous post. After installing new cameras on Sunday, along with, With getting my front and backlocks change, I feel nervous but secure. Monday afternoon I checked the footage and found nothing amiss. However, on Tuesday afternoon, I did catch a man trying to get in through my front door.

When he realized he couldn't get in, he tried the back door, which I stupidly left unlocked. I didn't think anyone would climb the fence and the hedging to get through, but I didn't think anyone It's clear it wasn't his first time. He went inside, sat on the sofa, my bed, ate some food I left out. He definitely did not look homeless, and I've never seen him before. The footage was then sent to the police, and they're trying to locate the man. They even put out a Facebook post on the police station's profile with screenshots, saying they want to speak with the man.

I was told they're going to try to hang out around my home for the next few days, and if they see him try to enter again, he will be arrested. So I'm staying with my mom now, as I can't shake this dread, that this man has been letting himself in into my home for however long. I don't think I want to live there anymore, in all honesty. And then the OP gave us a final update. Not too long after my previous update post, my ex reached out to me. I tried to contact him a few days prior,

messaged him a couple times on WhatsApp, and he ignored the messages, though he was online multiple times. I wanted to ask him if he ever made spare keys to my home before we separated, and I explained my current situation as a reason to why I'd be asking this. He sent me back a message, nearly a week later, asking to meet up. He wanted me to come to his home, but due to some previous events that led us to separating, I said I'd feel more comfortable in a public place.

When we met, I asked him again about the keys. He quite plainly replied that yes. He did make a spare before he gave me my key back, but has claimed that it was a while before he separated and said that he had lost them some time ago anyway. My ex is not a very good liar, and in all honesty, I don't understand why he even asked to meet me in person,

because once his eyes started darting around, I knew he was lying to me. I pressed him some more and showed him the Facebook post from the police's page. He looked at the CCTV screenshots to the man for a few minutes. I also showed him the actual footage I had of the man coming in and out. After a few minutes of silence, and what I assume was him weighing his options, he told me that he believed the man in the footage and screenshots was his uncle.

I had to press a lot to get anything else out of him. He eventually showed me a picture of his dad and uncle, and I can safely say that is most definitely the uncle that was coming into my home. I asked my ex how the uncle got my keys. along with other questions, which he would not answer a lot of them, and just kept repeating, I don't know, I don't know. Shortly after that, he got up and left. He would not answer any messages or calls I made in the following days. I asked him if he'd be willing to speak to the police and tell them about his uncle,

but he has not been cooperative at all. He wants nothing to do with this. I have spoken to the police since, and told them what my ex told me. However, they would need him to willingly give a statement himself which he refuses to do. The little I did find out was that his uncle is homeless, so I don't even know how they'd go about finding him. My ex has not spoken to me since the last time we met.

He clearly doesn't want anything to do with this whole situation. His uncle has not been located anywhere, either. He's not been back since, and the cameras have not spotted him for nearly a month now. I'm back at my home now and have a security alarm system installed. My mom has been staying with me and using this time as an excuse to redo my back garden. I genuinely don't know what to think at this point. I'm just happy he's not been back since. But I am increasingly frustrated with my ex that he won't speak to the police

because they can't do much without his statement identifying that he knows the man in the footage. It also doesn't help. The uncle is homeless and doesn't have an address or job to his name. And that is so scary. I hate the idea of someone living in my house and me not knowing. That is like literally the scariest thing I can imagine. And I hate stories like this because they're so scary to me. Literally my worst nightmare.

And if you thought that was scary as well, please comment down below. What's your thoughts on it? I found my wife's secret Google account and I'm sick to my stomach. originally posted to R slash true off my chest and originally posted on March 17th, 2024, and the post reads as follows. I, male 36, met my wife Bailey, female 33, nine years ago,

through mutual coworkers and we hit it off immediately. I felt absolutely head over heels with this woman. She was everything I was looking for. I'd gotten out of a toxic, dare I say, abusive, long, long-term relationship right before that with a woman Bailey had been acquainted with, but not friends with. I had her blocked on everything and had no contact with her since breaking up. We got married right after the tail end of the pandemic, bought our first house together, and started trying to conceive. That was difficult because Bailey had PCOS, but last year she finally gave birth to our first daughter.

I'm having a blast being a dad. It's kind of a dream come true. I finally got my happy life, with my perfect wife. My perfect wife. Until last Monday. My laptop's battery shit the bed, so I open up Bailey's work tablet with an attached keyboard. You can set it up like a monitor to check on some tax stuff. She wasn't home. It was just me and the baby. But we've never asked permission to use each other's devices. We've always been open like that. There's nothing for us to hide. Or else, that's what I thought. When I opened, open up the internet, I noticed she had the incognito tab open. Never in a million years did I expect to discover what I did.

My wife has a secret Google account with a photo album saved called XX. So I clicked on it. Did I discover an affair? Lude pictures? Nope. In this Google album were over 300 photos, 348 actually, of my ex. the woman I was with right before I met Bailey, the woman who tormented me and made me feel worthless.

The album said it started back right around the time Bailey and I started dating and was updated as recently as two weeks ago. The photos range from candid shots with family to pictures at her work functions. There were even pictures from her yearbook. I don't know how Bailey could have found her high school yearbook photos. Photos from vacations, ID photos from work, pictures of her in crowds, screenshots of videos, and screen recordings of videos. Just her. The other people in the photos would be scribbled out or the photo would be cropped and zoomed in

just on my ex. There was other disturbing things I found too. There was another album with just zoomed up pictures of my ex's hair. Come to think of it, Bailey had recently started wearing her hair different and my ex had a very identifiable hair type. There was another album with screen screenshots of comments on social media. Of course, I can't find them because I have her blocked, like Facebook groups she's in in public posts. And my ex is very low-key on social media. I can't imagine the lengths Bailey went to find them. My ex literally lives in another country now. There were other different links to the exact outfit she was wearing, like very specific blouses and trousers you'd have to really look for to find. A specific water bottle I remembered

her purchasing and identical hiking boots and sandals. So basically, my partner of almost a decade has been single white femaleing with my ex-girlfriend, has secretly stalked her to the point of buying her exact clothes and changing her hair. And now I'm starting to realize Bailey's new interests over the years were just my exes. Bailey has turned herself into my ex. Everything feels like a lie. Our love feels like a lie. The things we share feel like a lie.

I threw up and had a panic attack. I looked at our daughter and felt betrayed. I haven't confronted her yet. I don't know if I want to. I want to run away with our daughter. I want to print out all our pictures, leave them on the table and disappear. I don't know what to do. I just want to throw up.

And then let's get into some relevant comments under this post. Someone comments, holy cow, that definitely is alarming. The best thing to do is address it now to see what it'll change if she no longer has someone to replicate. The toxic side of me would slowly start mentioning things like, you know, you really do remind me of someone and nonchalantly abide into an apple and walk away. And then the Opie responds to this comment saying, I feel like what's worse is that she's subtly made these changes over time under my nose. So my ex has a specific career, and Bailey didn't express interest in searching careers to the exact same thing until after I had mentioned what my ex did.

Didn't notice at the time, but I remember telling her, ex went to school for that. The hair was more recent, the outfits and objects, slowly over time. The interests, I'm not sure how much she's stolen personality was for my ex and what she actually likes. It's all incredibly exhausting and confusing. Someone else commented, I'm so sorry, this sounds like something out of a creepy pasta. And the Opie replies saying, I'm actually surprised with the amount of support I've gotten on here in the last hour, ha ha.

Believe it or not, there are no other red flags in her marriage. Now, I don't know what else I've missed. And then the Opie added something saying, While I talked about my ex, most of the things I told my wife about were negative and paint her in a not such good light. My wife knows these things and know they were traumatic. Of course, I've mentioned things like what she does for a living and things she used to do. I think everything else she found she got through intense cyberstocking through my ex's friends and family.

The yearbook photos, I have no idea. And then the OP gave us an update, and the update reads as follows. I'm pretty sure I accidentally got my original post removed just now because I tried to update it with a link to my update. Oops, anyway, I'm the guy who found the Google Drive full of pictures of my ex. I was not expecting my original post to go viral on YouTube and TikTok. I have so many responses. Yikes. I am overwhelmed by the support.

I am humbled by the number of people who have been through this experience on both sides. And really? There's a lot of people that found their fiancés or wife's Google Drive with pictures of the X. It seems like a very unique thing to me. But anyways, I have an update. but it's probably not as exciting and as juicy as you want. It's not bad, though. First, let me clear things up.

If people think this pose is fake because it doesn't make sense or are trying to conceive timeline is short or the way I worded things makes it look like a teenager or woman wrote it, continue to think that because it means I've successfully been vague enough and worded things to not accidentally docks myself. Believe this as a creative writing exercise so I don't embarrass myself. For real. No, I didn't actually throw up. I was in the middle of a panic attack. Private browsing tabs were open to the websites with clothing and objects.

Another tab was signed into Google Photos. When I exited the Google Photo tab to look at the websites with clothing and came back, it was already signed out and I couldn't get back in. A lot of the clothing I recognized wasn't because I remembered my ex wearing them. There are more recent pictures of her in the file wearing them. and I remember the day Bailey bought the water bottle that also happened to be in the folder, the hair. Bailey and my ex are the same race, and my ex wore braids in a particular way,

not so particular that is exclusive to my ex, because Bailey has also worn different braids but seen pictures of her made me put two and two together. Is there any way Bailey could have gotten with me in an attempt to get to my ex? Was Bailey possibly obsessed with my ex before she met me? me? Probably not, because Bailey grew up here and my ex originally moved here for university. And while you can't drive across the border, it's not that easy and I don't think Bailey was going back and forth to stalk her in person. Also, the reasons why my ex and I broke up have nothing to do with Bailey and she could not have had any involvement. On to the actual

update. The next day when I had calmed down, I called several social workers and therapists. I was planning to confront her there. Unfortunately, the only places that take our insurance did not have an opening for another couple weeks. So, despite what a lot of you guys think, I've known my wife for nearly a decade, and even while I was confused and upset and doubting things, I didn't think she'd be a danger to me. We took our baby to grandmas, and I asked her to go for a walk with me. I did not beat around the bush and straight up told her, I found the folder. Her face got very read and she was frozen, but also tried to play dumb at first. I was persistent, and she started crying and begged me not to leave her. This is what I uncovered. Bailey first started looking

up my ex out of curiosity, to keep tabs, I guess, but over time it became more pathological. It's like she got addicted to it, but she also wanted to please me. Okay, maybe I talked about my ex a lot more than I thought, and Bailey wanted to emulate the good parts. She told me she really doesn't know who she is, and my ex's image was something she latched onto because she had me first. Finding information about her became a game. Finding the clothing and objects became a game by searching things like blue water bottle, green stripe, until she could compare the product to a photo and find the exact ones. The reason why I couldn't find the post wasn't because I had blocked my ex, but because my ex had made a new Facebook under a

different name. Bailey found her profile by searching up a family member. She made fake social media and added enough mutual friends until she could see my ex's posts and until her private Instagram accepted her. She wheezzled her way into her exercise Facebook group where the videos were posted and searched her school on a yearbook website to find the yearbook of pictures. Over time, she just collected the images and would get excited to find something new, despite the fact that my ex is extremely private on social media. The folder had originally been called hex the X in case I discovered it. She was going to make the excuse of saving the pictures to put a hex on her. When she made a burn or Google account, she deleted the old folder and named

the new one XX. Then she got sloppy and comfortable. And that's right around the time I just happened to open the work tablet. We took a break. It was a while. We made it to a couple's counseling, and Bailey and I also began seeing separate therapists. She still has not made an assessment with a psychiatrist, but it's on the list. She promised to stop and deleted the album in front of me.

Slowly, certain clothing items began to disappear from the closet. I still do not entirely trust her, and that is for me to work on. I'm afraid she has another secret account somewhere, like a backup. The physical mimicking is actually stopping, though, including the hair change. We're still not okay.

I want us to be okay, and it's okay if that takes time. If we end up not being okay, then that's something I have to deal with. What I do know is that my wife is incredibly insecure, probably mentally ill, and is misled. I don't really want to walk away from that. Although this probably isn't the most exciting update, I appreciate the private messages. I just couldn't get back to Reddit Cares and links to resources. I'm not sure how I feel about social media, YouTube, and TikTok picking up on the story, though. That's wild.

Until the next time, if I ever give another update, I hope it's a good one. And then some relevant comments. Someone says, the outcome does not look positive. Why stay in a one-sided relationship? At least put a plan together that runs concurrently so you're prepared should not work out. Seek legal advice. Prepare evidence and don't do anything stupid. at least then you will be in a better place either way and then the opi responds saying a plan is something i'm

still having trouble coming up with and it's been a couple months i think i'm afraid to make a plan does that make sense and that's the only comment the opi responded to the other ones were just like kind of reacting to it which makes sense but yeah that's a crazy story and i mean the opi has never made a post on that account again so yeah that was the last kind of post the opi ever made on that account, but a very interesting, interesting story and unique story. I mean, to find your wife's secrets Google Drive that has a lot of pictures of your ex-girlfriend and your wife is mimicking your ex-girlfriend, I mean, like, that's crazy. And I don't know how they're going to move forward.

I mean, I can't see the OP ever trusting the wife again. I mean, to hide something from your husband for, who knows, 10 years, that's a long time. Who knows what else she's hiding or whatever? I mean, that seems like a really, really big rough patch. And I mean, even at the end, the OPE's like, I think my wife is mentally ill. And so who knows if the wife is dealing with anything? I mean, I just wish them the best because, yeah, it seems like a very, very rough situation. A very interesting situation, but rough, and I just have to say I wish them of the best.

Ex-boyfriend stalks O.P. to another state. My 28 female, ex-boyfriend who's 37 male, from years ago, followed me to another state and came into my work yesterday, originally posted on the 12th of September, 2022. Throwaway account because I'm paranoid of him being able to detract this down somehow. name slash locations are changed. Sorry for the novel length post. Feel free to skip the background. Background. So Andrew was my first real boyfriend. I was with him from 2015 to 2016. When we got together, I was 21 and he was 30, which I realized now is a huge red flag, but at the time, I didn't know any better and didn't have anyone in my life to go to for advice or support. The whole relationship was a real trash fire. He was very controlling and treated me like shit and I always just thought

it was my fault for not being a better girlfriend. Eventually, I found out that he was cheating on me for pretty much the whole time we were together. I confronted him about it and demanded that he stopped sleeping around with other girls. He told me that I was a stupid, immature child for expecting our relationship to be monogamous because men aren't built like that. I'll never forget that exact quote. and said that I had no right to tell him what to do. In the middle of arguing with him about it, he said he was done with me and just blocked me on everything. Getting dumped this way really messed me up,

especially because at this point in my life, he was pretty much the only person that I even talked to, even though he was the one that cheated. I thought the relationship ending was my fault for being too clingy, and not mature enough to understand adult relationships. And then the worst part was that for the next, next six months or so, he would get random girls he was with to send me photos and videos of them in bed together. Or I assume he was getting them to do it because it looked like the

messages were coming from their numbers. Maybe he was using random accounts, I don't know. Obviously, this really upset me. It made it harder for me to move on. I know how stupid it sounds because he was obviously such a douchebag, but it took me a long time to get over him. Honestly, the reason that to this day I haven't had any other serious relationships is because my experience with Andrew really turned me off from dating anybody. But anyway, all that stopped eventually

and a couple of years later, I moved to a completely new state. I don't really stay in contact with anybody that I knew during that part of my life. So I haven't heard from Andrew or heard anything about what he's been up to since maybe 2018. Current situation.

Yesterday, I was at work when my boss came in the back of the shop and told me that a client was asking for me. I don't want to say exactly what I do, but it's a creative industry where artists have their portfolios online, so it's typical for someone to come into the shop and ask for a specific artist. So I go out to the front and see that the client is Andrew. I was shocked and for some reason embarrassed that he was there to see me. I don't know why, but I just defaulted in. to customer service mode and asked what I could help him with. Andrew said that he missed me

and wanted to talk to me. So he looked me up and saw that I was in Colorado, so he came to see me. Like he seriously said that he came all the way from Arizona to Colorado just because he saw on the internet that I worked at the shop now. So I ignored that and told him that I could help him with professional services, but otherwise I'd have to ask him to leave. Andrew kept asking, didn't I miss him? And do I have a new boyfriend now? I just kept asking him questions from our new client checklist and pretending like I didn't hear anything else he was saying. After a couple of minutes, my boss came back out and asked if everything was okay. I explained to him that this is my ex-boyfriend and that he seems to be here for personal reasons only. So my boss told him

that if that's the case, to please leave and furthermore not to come back. Andrew seriously looked like he was going to cry, which was very unsettling to me because I've never seen him be emotional like that, but he left without arguing. My boss went outside and watched him leave to make sure he didn't hang around outside. He came back in and asked me if I wanted him to call the police, which I said I didn't think was necessary. He said, okay, but that if I changed my mind to let him know because he'd backed me up and say that Andrew had been trespassing and harassing his employees. He also had someone walk out with me at the end of my shift, but we didn't see Andrew around anywhere. I was supposed to work today, but my boss told me not to come in. He's giving me a paid day off

because he wants to watch and see if Andrew comes around again looking for me. So now I'm thinking about it today and trying to decide if this is worth going to the police. I don't know what to do and I'm not sure if I should get scared. I looked up our local laws about stalking and I don't think it's illegal to come in to someone's job one time and leave after your ass to. So I don't think they'd care. But it might also be good to have it on the record that he did come in just in case he does anything else. I also don't understand what the fuck you even want. He's the one who broke up with me and it's been almost seven years. And then that was the end of that post. And then the OP gave us an update on October 15th, 2022.

About a month ago, I posted it about my ex-boyfriend showing up at my job unexpectedly. I don't think I'm allowed to link, but it's in my post history. Everyone told me I should report it to the police just in case he showed up again, but I decided not to because I really didn't think he was going to. This turned out to be a big mistake, and that's why I wanted to update you all on what happened afterwards. A week after he came into my job, I also saw my ex hanging around in the parking lot outside. of my apartment building. He didn't try to talk to me or anything, but I saw him sitting in his car when I went inside. So then I called the police and told them that my ex-boyfriend was outside

my apartment and that he had also showed up at my place of employment a week earlier, and that he was abusive and I was scared of him. A cop car came and when it showed up, my ex immediately tried to run away, like he got out of the car and tried to run away down the street. So the cop stopped him and put him in handcuffs and searched his car. They found zip ties and a crowbar that he admitted he was planning to use to come after me. Wow, that is terrifying. So right now he's in jail and hopefully he'll stay there. I also have a restraining order against him.

Apparently, that triggers automatically when someone is arrested for a violent crime against you. But anyway, I wanted to share this so that other women won't make the mistake. I made. If someone makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, go to the police. I am lucky that I just happened to see my ex before he had a chance to do anything to me. It's still unclear to me whether he came to my state with the intent of coming after me or if that was what he decided to do because he didn't like how I acted when he came into my job. But either way, I should have gone to the police in the first place. And then someone comments, may I say, suggest you move, please? And then the O.P. Respondes saying, I'll probably have to. It's okay for now

because he's in jail. But if slash when he gets out, I don't think I'll feel safe enough, knowing that he knows where I am. And then another commenter said, was he following you home after work? And that's how he knows where your apartment is? This is terrified to think he might have been watching you for a while. I am so sorry you're going through this and I'm so glad the police helped you, sending all my good vibes that it gets put away. And then the opier response saying, that's what I think must have happened. Yes. And then the final question we're going to get into is, do you know how he found your address or where you worked? It'd be best to figure that out and plug that hole before making your next move. And then the opi response saying,

I know that he found out where I worked because of my professional portfolio online. And then I believe that he figured out where I live by following me home from work.