Snook - Disturbing Reddit Threads

Episode Date: October 22, 2025

From a creepy pizza delivery guy to a disturbing "imaginary friend," these are some Disturbing Reddit Threads. This was one of the most interesting and disturbing videos I've made in a long time. Would you like to see me make similar videos in the future? Leave your thoughts down below in the comment section, and make sure to like and subscribe! Make sure to subscribe to the Patreon for early access videos and many more perks! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYT And yes, I'm a human voice.Channel sub goal is 1 million subscribers! So subscribe! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Every corner of Reddit has a story someone wishes they never told. Late night confessions, strange disappearances, and events, no one can quite explain. In today's video, we're exploring the darkest corners of Reddit. If you enjoy deep dives into disturbing Reddit threads, make sure to like the video, subscribe to the channel, and comment down below and let me know if you'd like to see this turn into a series. Now, let's get into some disturbing Reddit threads. 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 5, 2021.

Hello. I couldn't sleep, so I thought now would be a good time to post this. So I have an 8-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 figured 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 witting is a child thieving ghost slash demon who steals them away from their family, like a fay or like baby yoga. It's evil. Must be invited 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 it'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 OP 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 O.P. 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 tried 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 eight-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 Whittig. I did a little digging, and it's a little bit of 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 named 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 O.P. 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 and the window sills, 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. verbally 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 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 hidden game,

allowed 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 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. 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'd met 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, 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 ranged from making flowers appear to taking both of the outside. Apparently, he also likes to show her the 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 details she went into constantly referring to him being real. and just many other things. I am just glad she is 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. 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 unsensored 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 2. 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 way back 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 Sward 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 to 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 of her, 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 I 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 scream with a terrible fate, but I did feel better reading your hugs and your 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 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. And 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 Sward. Everything has been so confusing. It's all sort of a mixture between crying, screaming, yelling, throwing things in 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 these series of events and facts because I also want to set it and write. 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 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's 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 taste 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. There 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's going through. I think this post and thread 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, you know, 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 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 both 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 in her supporting me. I saw 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 just kind of makes it more real. I don't know. But yeah, very sad story. And I feel so, so sorry for 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 and 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 a right.

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 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. 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 planned 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 that ended 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. I shot my stalker tonight. Posted on September 24th, 2014, and this was all recovered with the way back 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 different ones, try and bring him. 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 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 new one, and proceeded to contact me as if nothing had happened. 12 different Reddit accounts, nine different tumblers,

10 different Instagrams, three meetup accounts, four 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 addressed to my former, Residents 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 e-mings. for my stalker, demanding that I meet 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 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 long as he. 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 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, pushed 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 OP 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 writing 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 in 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, O.P. isn't lying. I mean, I don't think she would lie. I don't think she would lie. I 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 move. 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 text 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 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. Write 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 a 28-year-old

Douglas Eugene Jackson on Friday. Jackson was arrested in Florence, Arizona, in January, and pleaded guilty to the aggravated stalking 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 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 always was. 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 people like that just need to be locked away forever. 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 half. house to rents, 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 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 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 OP said, it's a small magnetic tracking device. Who else would have been? I know no one in this place is too

rule 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 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 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. 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 was 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 you 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, 2020, 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 have to work. Yeah, okay. We got into a scuffle about it.

He finally snapped and said that he knew I was seeing someone when I was hooking up with him. I wasn't. So, yeah. My first experience with crazy and hopefully my last. 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 demo decks 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 their 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 a lot of, 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 lives 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 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 and 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 runs 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 worked 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.

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 to the shop, seems suspicious as well. He knows that what he's doing isn't professional, so he's keeping his coworkers 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-workers'

coffee because he was attracted to her. Beating on your door in the middle of the night and calling persistently shows that the pizza guy is a wacko. I hope you toss those pizzas in the trash bin. The OP then replied saying, and yep, the pizzas were in the bin the next morning. And then an update post, posted two years later. The OP 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 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 a 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.

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