Snook - Terrifying Reddit Threads

Episode Date: January 2, 2026

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Originally posted on April 12, 2017. The post read as follows. My girlfriend, Amy and I have been together for five years, and we are planning on moving in together into her home when my lease is up in two months. Our relationship is great. We have arguments, but no often, and we always resolve them like rational people. Amy owns a house, and she bought it about 10 years ago. The city we live in was depressed for a while, pictured Detroit, but not, where if you were so

inclined, you could buy a big house and a bad neighborhood for a song and dance and then fix it up and hope the neighborhood would come around, which is luckily what happened to her. It's a big old Victorian house with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. Usually we hung out at my apartment since it was near her work and I don't have a car to get out to her place. But some weekends here and there I would spend the night. When my job went removed five months ago, I started spending a lot more time at her place. It wasn't until after a month, I realized the one room upstairs has a latch with a padlock

on it. I thought it was really weird that it was a padlock and not just a door lock. I mentioned it to her and she just said, yeah, I really don't go in that room or use it. What? I mean, I get that it's a big home and she lived in it alone for a long time so she didn't need the space, but to padlock it like that? I asked her what was in it and she shrugged and said, stuff, like it was no big deal. I asked if we could open it since maybe that would be a good space for my home office, and she said no. Now, I'm really curious, and it's actually sort of eaten away at me. I don't care what it's in the room. I just honestly don't get why it is padlock shut. That's weird, right? Am I being unreasonable since I'm moving in? I understand the right to privacy, and I wouldn't snoop. It's on the second floor. I've been sort of paying attention now, if she goes in there or not, and I don't think she ever does.

I feel like since I'm moving in, I have a right to know, but do I? I don't want to make her open it, but she's so nonchalant about it and changes the subject that my mind keeps running away with me about what could be in there. I'm just wondering what other people think. What I should do and if I'm being unreasonable wanting to see slash know what it is, this padlocked room, or if I don't have a right to. Our relationship is amazing and perfect except for this one really weird issue. And then some of the top comments were kind of joking around with the O.P.

Someone even made a joke post saying, number one, four children from her previous marriage that she doesn't want to know about. Number two, her mother's mummified body. Number three, she's secretly a slob, and that's where she throws all the unwashed dishes and hoarded cat poop. Number four, 23 cats, no more, no less, and a lot of cat poop. Five, all of her previous boyfriends and three. two ex-husbands who mysteriously disappeared.

Six. Her collection of fingers. They no longer fing. Seven. A horse. That's why you hear those noises at night. The sound of distant nicorine. Eight.

Marijuana Farm. Nine. Dracula. And then someone else comments, reply to that comment, saying, 10. Satanic altar. 11.

Freaky dungeon. 12. Trafficked people. 13. Portal to another dimension. 14. The T-A-R-D-I-S. And then someone comments, That room is huge on the inside. Plenty of room for all the bodies.

And then the O-P replies to this thread saying, Katz sent me into an almost dying asthma attack, so I think if there was 23 of them, I would know. The marijuana farm is very unlikely. She's in law enforcement, L.O.L. Someone else says, maybe it's her clutter room like Monica has from friends. Another commenter says,

this is straight out of a horror movie. You've been together five years. Some ominous locked room in the house you plan to move into is a huge fucking no-no. You do have a right to know since you're moving in. Weird, creepy secrets should not be a thing in relationships. Tell her it makes you uncomfortable and you'd like to know what's in that room before you move in.

And then the OPE replies to that comment saying, That's a good way to phrase it about it making me uncomfortable. Hopefully she knows I mean it. I'm really big on privacy and respecting privacy boundaries, but this really is just driving me up a wall. Another commenter says, And while I know you two are big on privacy, you have to come back with an update on what's in the room.

We need to know, unless you end up getting murdered by the clown dolls from a burned-down children hospital that are locked inside. And then the O.P replies to that comment saying, Oh God, I didn't even consider clowns. I will absolutely give an update either way. She's working in overnight tonight, so I will talk to her tomorrow. And then another commenter says,

I'm enjoying this thread so much. On a serious note, though, has your girlfriend experienced any serious trauma that you're aware of? I asked because I also had a never-go-in-that-room room. Last year, my daughter almost died in her bedroom. It was a CPR and defibrillator and ambulances and a world-class children's hospital-involved-level incident. She's okay now, but I couldn't stay in that house again. We moved out a week later, and every time we went back to pack, I had to have my husband deal with her room, with the door closed.

Just too many horrifying memories. Like I said, I know it's a stretch, but is it possible that something like that could have happened? And then the OPEA replies to that comment saying, Wow, that must have been so scary. I'm glad your daughter is okay. As far as I know, there's been no trauma. But after five years, I would have thought I would have heard about it by now, unless she decided to not tell me, which I would respect if it was that traumatic.

And then the OP posted an update on April 15, 2017, which was three days later after the original post. The post read as follows. Here is my update. I never did figure out how to post it. Hello, Reddit. I promised an update to my prior post in this sub. Sorry for no link. I'm on mobile, so not sure how to link it,

but if you look in my post history, it's the only one on there. I would have posted early, but I needed some time to digest things. I had a long talk with my girlfriend when she got home from work in the morning about the locked room. She tried to blow it off a few times

and get out of the conversation. until I told her I couldn't move in until she told me what was in the room and I saw it for myself. I told her I didn't care what was in there. After posting here, I was more and more convinced that it was probably guns or something related to her work and law enforcement

as that really did make a lot of sense. Eventually, she just broke down sobbing. Big, giant, ugly sobs like I've never seen before. It was pretty shocking. She's not really a cry. It took a good 15 minutes before she could even start forming words that I could understand between giant sobs. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see, and I knew as soon as she started crying that

it wasn't a room full of guns or work stuff. Actually, the room is empty. There is nothing in there. Someone had surmised in the comments of the other posts that maybe there was some trauma. I forgot who it was, but unfortunately, they were correct. She was basically a kid at 19 when she bought the house. Like I said, bad neighborhood, fix her up, or et cetera, and it was dirt cheap due to the city she lived in and those other factors. She had always been smart with her money, so she had a big down payment and was planning on taking the rest of her savings to fix it up.

I don't want to get specific with details as it's pretty gruesome and also privacy, but in her third week living there, she had a home invasion while she was home in that room and she was assaulted. She had no money to move and no family around, so she stayed in the home

after buying a security system and locking the door up and planning to just never unlock it and basically never go in that room again. So there you have it. I seriously was not expecting that at all and has been a long week for her and I feel terrible.

I made her tell me, but she says that she's glad I now know. She never told me before because she didn't want to, which I totally respect. Also, that is when she decided to start a career in law enforcement to help other people. FYI, I have not actually seen in the room, and now I don't feel I ever need to.

I, 21 male, found a folder on my girlfriends, whose 24 female laptop containing hundreds of candid photos of me. We've only been dating for five weeks. Originally posted to R slash relationship underscore advice and the original post was posted on December 3rd, 2018. And the O.P. wrote, going to keep this short. Last night, I stayed over my girlfriend's apartment, which is about 15 minutes away from my college campus. She had to work this morning. And I didn't have any classes today, so I just stayed at her place while she went to work. A few hours after she left, I got bored, and decided to try to pull up Netflix on her laptop so I could stream it onto the TV. Whenever I unlocked the laptop, I saw that her

photo gallery was pulled up, and in one of the albums, I saw a picture of myself. This album contained literally hundreds of photos of me all over campus that I had no clue existed. A few of the photos were even of me while I was asleep at her place a few weeks ago. What does this mean and how do I go about bringing this up? She is still at work and gets home in about an hour. Edit, forgot to add that she doesn't even go to my school, so there's no reason for her to be there. In some of the top comments on this post read as follows,

someone says, this sounds really creepy. Are the photos timestamped slash dated at all? Is it possible she was stuck? shocking you before you got together. And the OPE responded saying, yeah, about 10 were before we started dating, but we had already met by that point. Still very creepy. And then someone comments underneath O.P.'s response there and says, wait, so you're saying

it's 10 photo after you meet, but before was dating, are you sure she didn't have a crush on you after you meet and then took them randomly when seeing you? Was there a photo before you meet? Someone else says, if true, this could turn into a potentially dangerous situation. Stalkers do not deal with rejection easily. Make copies of evidence as quickly as you can. Stalkers don't just do it as a phase, and she might need some serious psychological help. The OP responds saying, that's what I'm thinking too.

I plan on breaking up. But should I even bring up the fact that I saw the photos? The crazy part is she doesn't seem like anything is off about her personality. personality-wise. And then someone comments, hey, babe, I was thinking of making a several hundred photo collage of myself from my mom for Christmas. Now where I can find several hundred candid photos of me? And then someone says, get out. O.P. should run so hard and fast, he leaves a person shaped hole in the goddamn wall. This is the beginning of a horror movie. And then someone else says, cue the Kool-Aid man. Oh yeah. And then the Opie leaves an update.

I've been receiving a bunch of DMs asking if I was dead yet, L.O.L. I'm not dead yet. I'm fine. So I did what one of the comments suggested I'd do. I took a photo and a few videos of the photo album in case I needed some time down the road. And I made sure that I left her apartment about 20 minutes before she got home from work. I drove over to the nearby park, texted her, and told her I was working out,

and asked her if she could meet me there when she got home. Anyways, she showed up and I didn't waste any time. I told her that I found the album on her laptop, and she just stared at me with an emotionless look for about 30 seconds. After telling her to say something, all she said was, well, this is awkward. I don't really know what to tell you.

I asked her why she had all of these weird photos of me, and she just said, I don't know. I never received a real answer. After trying to get something out of her for like 15 minutes, I told her that I didn't want to do this anymore and that I thought it would be best if we separated. Again, she just stared at me and did not say anything. So I left and went back to my place. Since then, she has blocked me on all forms of social media,

and I'm pretty sure she blocked my phone number two, so I haven't heard anything from her since leaving the park last night. And then some people say, if she blocked you, it doesn't seem like she wants to contact you again. Not sure a restraining order would work in that situation. The OP then says, Yeah, I know. At this point, I'm good, but I'm saying if in the near future,

if I notice weird stuff continues to happen. And then someone replies to OP saying, I don't know, man. Her blocking you could be embarrassment. Or it could be a way of controlling your ability to block her. I think you should still keep an eye on her. Someone else comments saying, Her lack of any emotion through this entire interaction is the disturbing piece of this.

Not even embarrassment or anger. Geez. Someone else says, that's straight up sociopathie. Right there. That icy look was probably the glare of imminent revenge. I'm telling you, dude, see about getting a protective order. Then someone else says in that comment chain, especially because she blocked him,

meaning she can unblock him at will. She purposely took that power out of his hands. And then someone else says, prove that you're O.P. And you're not O.P.'s girlfriend typing this with his severed hand or something. They'll know it's me if I type it with my own hands. I need to type it with his hands to make sure his essence is in the post. And then that's the end of the thread. So hopefully O.P. is okay.

But a very weird situation. And I wonder what the Opie's girlfriend was doing with those photos and why she's She had them in what sort of situation they were in. Was she stalking him beforehand? Or was she just kind of weirdly obsessed with him? And why was she so kind of nonchalant about being caught? Like her not reacting at all is very, very weird, like the comment said. I really wonder what was going on, but hopefully O.P.'s okay and she's not continuing to take

photos of him because that's a really real possibility. But I don't know. And we have knock on an update. so I guess we'll have to see. On to the next one. My best friend has crossed the point of no return. I VH. I am watching his life fall apart before my eyes

and feel completely helpless to do anything about it. Post in April 15th, 2021. I'm no stranger to drugs. I've tried almost anything anyone has ever put in front of me, and despite that, I've never struggled with substance abuse

at any point in my entire life. Never let any substance become a daily thing, besides weed at certain points in my life. But I've always been able to cold turkey if necessary, and I'm talking stims, opiates, and everything in between. Never had cravings I couldn't just toss aside. Honestly, I feel like I'm too busy with my job, hobbies and personal relationships to ever have the time to be a drug addict.

I just don't have enough time to get high and I'm not in love with it enough to make time. Substances are just something I do for fun sometimes. Throughout my life, most of my friends have been similar to me in this way. I've done more substances than most of them, but only two of the friends who have tried as many different substances as I have. One of them was a polydrug user who finally got clean in 2017 after some ODs and is still clean to this day, genuinely living his best life.

The other is my best friend. who for the sake of anonymity, we will call Rodney. We were roommates for a few years until I moved in with my girlfriend in April of last year. We've been through a ton together and have been friends for 10 years as of this summer, and extremely close for the past five. When we lost our townhouse due to my ex causing a ton of shit and eventually withholding rent, my mom took the both of us in until we were able to get back on her feet. That's where the whole situation I'm asking for advice on.

today really begins. Before we lost our townhouse in May 2019, Rodney was in a pretty experimental phase of his substance use. He was doing a lot of hallucinogens and other pills, and because it was in front of me, so much I would indulge too, although not as frequently as him. I was personally doing a lot of Coke at the time, which he wasn't really engaging with me, saying the hangovers too much for him at the time, and he found the days after too depressing. The Zanz got pretty out of hand for him. He pretty much tratted in his average of smoking a half ounce of shatter every pay period to maybe one or two grams and just got fucked on benzos all day instead.

Told me they helped him feel human, as he suffered from pretty severe anxiety, and I did too, so I was sensitive to that. Once our supplier stock started getting inconsistent, he eventually drew back out of necessity because he could not handle the withdrawals. Shortly after this is where we moved in with my mom. My mom and her husband are extremely anti-substance. They rarely drink, and have both never so much as been in the same room as they joint willingly.

It shouldn't surprise anyone that are being welcome pivoted pretty directly on the understanding that we wouldn't be bringing any substances into the house. Rodney, who hasn't spent a day sober since we were 13 years old, actually acclimated shockingly quickly. He respected my parents' rules and kept any shatter he had in his toolbox at work. It's legal here in Canada, but rarely smoked it simply due to the inconvenience of it. Suddenly, substance use was something that he only really engaged in in social settings, even with weed.

Things were good for us. Come December of that year, though. That all changed. Rodney went to Christmas dinner at his family home and was surprised that his dad wasn't there. His parents had recently split up and moved into several departments, but were still close friends living in the same building inside each other frequently, so it didn't make sense for him to not be there. Rodney's twin brother arrived late to dinner and was a bit upset, informing everybody that their dad had called him that day with some news. Turns out their dad is gay. But being an older dude, stayed in the closet due to fear of discrimination for his whole life.

He had made the decision to move back to Ontario because he had been in a secret relationship with his boyfriend for an undeclared period of time and couldn't really handle facing the family he raised. The dude literally told one of his three kids, Hey, I'm gay, I have a boyfriend and I'm running away with him. If you could let your mom and siblings know for me, that'd be great. And walked out of their lives completely.

On fucking Christmas. Nobody in that room handled it particularly well. understandably so but Rodney took it really hard overnight the guy shut me out emotionally he wouldn't go into details about what was on his mind like he usually did and I didn't want to push him I figured he just needed time to process what he was facing to this day my idea of how he felt at the time is entirely based off of assumption and observation he became severely depressed he found a new dealer my other clean buddy's old connect who I regrettably enjoyed introduced him to several years prior and started buying them by the hundreds. For months,

this dude just popped bar after bar until they barely did shit to him anymore. He ended up getting very close to an older man who runs a popular sandwich shop and deli in our town as one of our mutual friends would go there to smoke weird with him in the back room sometimes. They liked his stories. He led a very interesting life. There is a Sundance Festival award-winning documentary about this particular deli owner. I'm not even shitting you. Well, after a bit, Rodney had been going there long enough for this deli owner to open up to him about the fact that he frequently smoked crystal meth. Rodney, being no stranger to try new substances, and in a particularly vulnerable state, asked if he could try it. Deli guy wouldn't let him for a long while,

but eventually cracked after a few weeks of pestering. He smoked crystal every other day for two weeks after that. They didn't sleep for most of it and still went to work every single day through it all. He got reckless about substances in my parents' place. He'd be so fucked up, he'd pass out in random spots in the house, and it would be so wired other times, he'd start cleaning the kitchen at 2 a.m. and wake everyone up. My parents aren't idiots. They knew something goes up. And it all came to a head when he started getting so fucked up on the bars that he'd start sparking joints right there in his bedroom without being lucid enough to remember he wasn't allowed. My parents were aware of the situation with his dad and were trying to be sensitive to it, but they gave him the ultimatum that if

this shit didn't stop immediately, he wasn't going to be allowed to live there anymore. They didn't know what he was on. They just wanted it to stop and gave him another chance. I ended up coming clean to all of our other friends that Rodney was going off the rails during a mushroom trip I was on when he wasn't there. My entire life had become mitigating the tension between him and my parents and the stress of it all was too much for me. He wasn't himself. He wasn't opening up to me anymore, and I was losing my best friend. I needed help getting through to him. He refused to talk about the substance use with anyone and kept telling people, we were all freaking out over nothing and turning him into some kind of spectacle that we would judge for entertainment. It was never like that,

but that didn't stop him from permanently cutting several of our close friends out of his life because they weren't supporting him. He just convinced himself that nobody actually cared and they just wanted something to gossip about. He got kicked out of my parents last April and moved into a shitty motel in our town on a weekly rate for a bit. He was super fucked up on bars one day and came clean to me that he started having relations with the deli guy during their meth sessions. I don't know if he even remembers telling me. said he's not gay, but he likes to get off for some shit. It seemed to me like he was really questioning his identity after everything with his dad.

And it was going off the rails trying to get his head in order, and he was doing a dangerously poor job at it. I started to withdraw from him after he got kicked out of my mom's. He wouldn't listen to me anymore, and it hurt me too much to force it. By this point, the pandemic was in full swing. I'd seen him outside my house from time to time, and he told me he was cleaning up, not doing the bars anymore. He had a fair number of other drug stories. However, mostly Coke binges despite the fact that he used to hate blow, but was suddenly all for it. He would talk about hanging out with other people who'd I'd never met and doing substances with them.

He'd always keep it vague, though. And even when I'd call him out on it, he'd never go into detail about what he was doing with them. Aside from the mysteriousness, he seemed like he was pretty much back to his old self for a while. When we hung out, it finally felt normal. Sure, he had his substance stories, but they were much more in tune with the occasional fun-type stories that used to be for us than the constant it became for him at one point. I thought he was getting better. I was wrong.

One plug started selling hydros. I don't fuck with opiates anymore. My girlfriend's dad is an addict who abandoned them when she was 11, and I won't touch them out of respect for her. But Rodney picked a few up and took them to a test site. They were clean. No offense at all. He flaunted that receipt like he just found the damn arc of the covenant or some shit.

Suddenly, he was doing hydros almost daily. He justified it in his head that, because they were clean, they were safe. Kept trying to do them with me, but I refused. At first, he was fine not bringing them around me. But as time went on and the pandemic restrictions relaxed to allow him in-home gatherings again, he started disappearing to the bathroom for a while. When he'd come out over and come out nodding like a mother, I didn't say much.

It felt like the words would be wasted on him. I thought that maybe. If I was just there for him emotionally, while he worked through everything, it would all be okay. Then the safe supply came. During the pandemic, our government began prescribing opiates

for recreational use to addicts because our street opiate supply was so overridden with Fent. He also has to take methadone with it to get the hydros. But he still gets six, four milligram hydros a day from the pharmacy. That was a problem, because he wasn't doing anywhere near that many hydros before due to the cost. But with the safe supply, all he had to pay was a dispensing fee, around the cost

of a single pill from the plug. His tolerance shot through the roof. Within less than a month of him getting the safe supply, him and I had planned a Coke night with another buddy of ours. This was last weekend. We picked up the Coke, and he asked me to give him a ride to this random address in town. I pulled up outside and it was junkies as far as the eye could see. A couple of cops posted up and what looked like to be some kind of social service building. He ran inside for a minute and came back out with a paper bag. I asked him what it was and he confessed to me that his tolerance had gotten too high to do the hydros nasally. So he's been going to the safe injection site to get supplies he can IV with.

He also confessed to me that he had bought some age from one of the junkies outside. just for the come down, in case he ran out of Hydros by the time the blow was gone. He told me that he is just having his fun, and that I have nothing to worry about, that he's not some lazy junkie. He still has his shit together, etc. Then he admitted he's been banging it for a few weeks now. And last time he was at my place, the reason he was nodding out so harsh is because he was still nailing down the right IV dose. I pretended in the moment that I believed him, that it was no big deal.

We went through that Coke night with him sticking a needle in his arm every time he wanted to dose. Coke, Hydros, and H direct into his veins. I hated every second of it. But I didn't want him to feel judged, so I kept my mouth shut, told myself that if things got bad, I'd freak out then. And yet, every single day since that Coke night, I can barely sleep. I keep thinking about this dark-ass road he's decided to walk down and genuinely think he's lost his fucking mind. This dude is like my brother, and I feel like he has a disease and I'm watching him die. He's so convincing when he talks, like it's all no big deal.

But it is a big deal, right? Is there any such thing as a functional, recreational IVH user? Am I insane for even considering the fact that that could exist? I don't want to lose my brother, but I don't know what I can do to help him. I feel like if I push back on him about this, he will cut me out. I don't want him to feel alone. I want him to feel supported. But it's so beyond time for him to get clean.

He's suffering. He's hurting himself day by day, and I don't know how to help him. Do I give him an ultimatum? Do I tell him that he's got to choose between me or the drugs? Do I tell his mom? I swear to God, if I do nothing and something does happen to him, I will never forgive myself. I just don't know what to do.

I know that he's dealing with severe mental. health struggles, but I feel like he's just running away. He won't talk to me or open up to me about any of it anymore. Ever since his dad, he hasn't been the same. I just want my brother back. Any advice that you guys can give me, I would really appreciate. I just feel so lost. Update. April 19, 2021. Before I get into the update, I just want to quickly think everyone who reached out. Your advice was reaffirming, and although I wasn't necessarily comforted by a lot of it, I certainly felt a clearer head. Things got a lot worse after writing my last post. Rodney's 24th birthday is at the end of this month, and when we still live together, a massive

hobby we all shared was record collecting. He got into it because I had a turntable and stereo in our townhouse, and he wanted to be able to have records of his own to listen to on it. He was unable slash uninterested in getting his own after I moved in with my girlfriend, mostly because he was too preoccupied with his substance use. He'd still buy records with me, but he would only listen to them on my turntable at my house. I sold him my old stereo when I did some upgrading last summer, and the only thing he needed was a turntable of his own to start listening to his records again. I had the idea that if I got him his own turntable, maybe he would be able to start reconnecting with hobbies again and be able to get his mind right before the H use got out of hand.

I got him a beautiful vintage deck and had it refurbished with a fresh cartridge installed. I decided to give it to him early, wrapped it and everything, and got him a few crates to store his records in since he could take them home now. I invited him over and didn't say anything about the gift. I wanted it to be a surprise. But unfortunately, he never showed up. I spam called slash texted him but got nothing. He eventually called me hours after he was supposed to come by, sounding absolutely high off his dome, said he fell asleep and just woke up. I told him he had to come through the following day to make it up to me.

He agreed. The next day he got sent home from work as his boss said he was visibly inebriated and was a safety concern for the shop. He lost it on his boss and threw everything away by quitting on the spot. This was a new boss at his shop. His old boss, who he worked under for over half a decade, completed his entire apprenticeship with, got his certification with, recently moved up in the company,

and isn't really there to advocate for him now. They tried to talk him out of it, but he walked out. Eventually, several hours late, he did make it to my house. He looked haggard, and his voice sounded all creaky and barely coherent. Before he would even talk to me, he said,

said he needed to use the bathroom. Stayed in there for a half hour. And he came out, barely able to stand straight, and called his regional manager while completely blasted to yell about how offended he was by what his direct supervisor had done. I tried to get him off the phone, but he essentially just did everything he could to burn that bridge right to the fucking ground.

They won't take his calls now. He opened his turntable. He cried when he saw it. thanked me up and down and told me how much it meant to him, then nodded off halfway through expressing his gratitude. When he essentially came to, he didn't even remember the turntable interaction. Just kept yelling incoherently about how his boss only sent him home because he felt threatened,

and he jealous that Rodney has the highest numbers in the shop. He cycled through that for a few hours. It was excruciating. I mean, I guess I'm the idiot for thinking that buying him the one thing he needed to reconnect with his hobby would fix everything. It hurt my feelings a little bit, though. Admittedly, that he seemed to lose interest so fast. He was so far removed from logical thought,

he didn't even seem like the same person. I felt it in that moment the way I assume people do when dealing with belligerent alcoholic family members. From that moment, I knew that I was going to have to confront him and tell him that if he wasn't willing to get clean, I was going to have to take a step back until he was. I dropped him at home that night and helped him bring his stuff up. I needed time to think before going ahead with this.

Said goodbyes and just cried into my girlfriend's arms for hours. I was just so angry. He knew better. I was furious that he had taken shit this far and now I was going to lose one of the most important people in the world to me because of drugs. I felt so numb by the time I settled down. It was an awful night.

I ended up telling our clean friend I mentioned in the last post. I'm just going to name him Jackson for simplicity. Everything. As he worked for a rehab center in our city during his recovery for years and still had connections there. He basically agreed that I had to stop enabling Rodney

and agreed with my plan to take a step back. I took the weekends and spent some time with two of my other close friends, just long boarding around a park in our town and enjoying the sunshine to clear my head. Yesterday I went downtown and bought some records for myself and went to the beach with the beach

with my girlfriend. It was all exactly what I needed just to feel human for a second. This morning, Jackson messaged me. Rodney had reached out to him and come clean about everything. The full story I told you guys, plus the fact that the only thing he can think about is shooting up and he needs to inject his full daily allotment of hydros at once just to feel anything, that he's been doing tons of H-slash-fetanol just to fight off withdrawals. and he admitted that he was in way too deep and was utterly terrified for his life. I messaged him immediately and just said good morning to him and that I hoped this weekend went well. Reminded him that I loved him, he told me right away about the conversation he was having with Jackson

and he told me he needed to go to rehab, how he needed help, how he just wanted to be happy with his life again and doesn't want to lose everything. We talked all morning this morning. Rodney told me he made it all. all the way through yesterday without shooting any H, but he cracked this morning. Scraped all his tins for anything he could get. He told me he felt so out of control of himself, and he just needs support to get better. He's ready to get clean. He doesn't want to be just another junkie. We're still messaging back and forth for a little.

I'm talking to Jackson in the back end. Jackson just told me he's pulled some strings to get Rodney in to the rehab that saved his life four years ago. He's getting admitted tomorrow morning. Rodney can't afford it, but somehow Jackson has negotiated a reduced rate for Rodney to go and has taken care of his first month's cost. A few grand, not even joking. They're going to get him some income assistance, and they're going to accept whatever the government is willing to provide, even if it doesn't pay the cost in full.

I cried at my desk. I'm so damn proud of him for taking this step, and, in a way, I'm also relieved that I didn't need to force it. My boy is still in there. He still cares about himself. He still loves me. And now he's going to get better. And I'm back crying at my desk, ha ha. Thank you again, all of you,

for talking me through all of this on my last post. I appreciate every single one of you. Update. October 12, 2022. The original post feels like a lifetime ago at this point. But I still get messages on this account from time to time, asking about Rodney or for advice on how to help their own loved one. and I figured now is as good a time as any to give everyone some closure.

Jackson was able to make good on his promise and Rodney went to rehab, as planned, that next morning. He had picked up his prescription hydros he was getting at the time and injected all six of them right before going into the building. According to Rodney, they barely hit him. Jackson said it is some kind of right of passage when addicts head into rehab, gives him closure. evidently, it didn't do any more damage than it already had. The rehab Rodney went to was impatient and was able to give him a lot of resources that he previously hadn't had access to. Counseling helped him sort out some issues he had, and a psychiatrist was able to prescribe

him some medications to help level out his previously undiagnosed bipolar disorder. He was on some sort of medications for some time as well, but stopped at some point. He spent three months in first stage recovery, where he wasn't allowed out without a chaperone, but moved into a second stage house after the fact. Second stage functioned a lot like a halfway house, a sober living facility that they just had to be back at every night. He got a sponsor and took on his own sponsor after he got a six months chip. He continued living in second stage for over a year after that and became employed by the rehab facility he went to within a few months of being in second stage as a house manager.

He kept that job until he began pursuing a college education and social work at the beginning of this year. He even made Dean's list in his first semester. Although almost everybody at his center said there's no such thing as a one and done, Rodney was. I spoke at his one-year cake back in April the week of his 25th. Tears were shed, laughs were had. It was a huge meeting with a tons, and it was really,

really heartwarming to see so many people all there to support each other. It was also good for me as, because of Rodney's rehab being a decent distance from our old neighborhood, we don't get to spend nearly as much time together as we used to. That's fine by me. I'm just glad he's still here with a life to live, but I miss him. He moved out of his second stage house just under two weeks ago. He's staying with his mom while he finds his footing for his first stint outside the recovery world since he got clean. He's working hard on his studies. He never relapsed. He's insanely committed to his sobriety as he should be. And most importantly, my boy's alive. And honestly, better off than he was to begin with. I'm glad that this is how

it all ended up. Thank you to all the folks who reached out with supportive words when I first posted these. To anyone who reached out to me who were in similar circumstances, I hope your story has an equally happy ending. Same goes for anyone that ever reads these threads again. And if you ever need support, don't hesitate to reach out. There is hope. Thanks for reading, guys. Take care of yourself and your loved ones. A customer found my home, rang my doorbell for half an hour and left when the cops arrived, originally posted to Retail Hell, originally posted on August 4th, 2025. I, 27 female, work in the cannabis industry. and this man has been a customer of mine for four plus years.

Our interactions have been very tame. He walks in, buys his pre-roll, and walks out. He is about three years younger than me. Doesn't have a job, lives with his mom and doesn't have a car, so he walks everywhere. Last Thursday, which was July 31st, he came around to buy as usual. About five minutes later, he comes back and says, Do you mind if I sit down? It's just really hot out there.

I didn't mind because the heat index was about 104 degrees and I was being polite. I gave him a drink and told him to rest until he was ready to leave. He was wearing a jacket in the middle of a heat wave. He ended up staying for an hour just chatting about random things like the economy, Ozzy Osborne's death, things going on in his life. It wasn't until he started talking about trying to find a girl to go to the fair with, take on hikes, etc. Did I find his being there?

suspicious. He seems like a really socially awkward guy, and in the four years he's been coming to the shop, I never felt threatened by him. I made it pretty clear that I'm working on myself, that I'm going back to school, working out at the gym, and focusing on myself. I told him if he was looking for a girl, he should try hinge or Tinder because I've had luck finding last-minute states there. I basically kicked him out and said, well, it's been nice talking to you, but I have to use the restroom. Before he left, he turned to me and asked if I was working on Saturday. I told him no, and then he asked me to the fair. I said, no, I'm sorry, I already have plans. Fast forward to around 9.30 p.m. this evening. I was doing laundry, sitting on the couch when my doorbell rings. We live in condos,

and normally people come to the back door where the parking lot is. The doorbell ringing is extremely abnormal. I didn't really think much of it. I thought maybe someone had ordered food and I got delivered to the wrong house. I put a load of laundry in and got into the shower. While I was in the shower, I heard someone pounding on the front door. I basically ignored it because I'm not getting out of the shower to answer it. But when I finally got out of the shower, my doorbell was ringing incessantly. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, pound, pound, ding, ding.

I call my mom because I'm freaking out. And I'm thinking there might be an emergency in the neighborhood. But my neighbors know me, have my number, and would have come to the back door. She's on the phone with me, and she hears this racket too. My dog is raising hell, and there is someone very eager for me to open the door. I peek through the blinds of my spare bedroom, and lo and behold, there is my customer. The customer who asked me out, and I rejected. He's been there about 20 minutes now trying to get me to open the door.

I live really close to work, within walking distance. He must have followed me home after work or seen me walking my dog in the neighborhood. Who knows how long he's been tracking my movements, but he's at my house on a Sunday night banging on my door and ringing the doorbell nonstop. I text my neighbor who's basically like a mom to me, and she's at my house in seconds. We're at the back door, still hearing the doorbell and the pounding on the door. I'm shaking from head to toe. I'm disoriented because I don't know.

what the hell is going on and she calls the cops for me. The cops are there within five minutes. From the time the last knock slash ring sounded to the time the cops arrived was maybe three minutes. He must have booked it as soon as he saw the patrol officer. I gave my statement to the police. Tell them about Thursday. Tell them that my customer has been banging on my door for over half an hour. They call more squad cars to patrol the other neighborhoods. But after four plus years of having this customer, I don't know his name. I have literally no idea who this guy is and what he wants from me. How long has he known where I live? How long has he been stalking me? What was this motive for reing my doorbell for half an hour so late at night? Did he want to hurt me? Did he want to

kill me? I don't know. All I did was tell him I was busy and I couldn't go to the fair with him. Sorry. I ended up calling my friend, and she's letting me crash at her place tonight, but I'm so uncomfortable about going home. I live alone with my dog, and I don't want to move, but if I cannot figure out this guy's name, there's nothing I can do legally. It's 3 a.m. now, and I'm combing through all security footage. Transaction history, literally anything that can give me a hint at who he is.

He told me he got fired from J.C. Penny, but I'm not sure they will divulge his information to me. I'm trying to gather enough evidence that the cops can drag him down without his name, but I'm so terrified. I cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot fathom going back to the house I call a home, knowing this man infiltrated my life with such demand. How will I ever go back to work? What am I to do? I had plans. I had ambitions to leave this job, but now I'm faced with the choice of leaving now or potentially putting myself in danger.

I'm so sick of people. I'm terrified of everyone now. Because no matter how long you've known someone, how many times you may have interacted with them, they are not to be trusted. They are a threat to you. Your life and your personal space. I cannot stop crying and I'm nervous about everything now. I don't know what to do anymore.

I just want to live a normal life or I'm not threatened for declining a date. I just wanted to share my story. I'm going to do my best to file a restraining order, but I'm not sure that is enough. I fear I'll have to move. leave my good paying job and watch my every move from here on out. I don't feel safe anymore. And then some comments on this post read as follows. Someone says,

please tell your boss slash manager. He needs to be banned from the store because he has clearly crossed boundaries and he does not deserve to have any access to you at all. And the OPE responds to that saying, Already on it. My boss is extremely kind and understanding. He is helping me look through the backlog security footage to try and find this guy's name.

He is familiar with his customer, as he's been a longtime patron to our store. Another commenter says, In what state did this happen? I only ask because every single dispensary I've ever been to in California, I've always had to show my ID. I can scan by a front end person on a computer

before I can go to where the sales floor is. The computer database has all of my information, and every dispensary I've ever been in has tons of security cameras everywhere. Seems like you should be able to cross-reference the last time he came in with the time code on the video footage to find out his name in the system. And the OPR spawn saying, Tennessee, it's a non-legal state so things are unregulated. I scan an item mark 21 plus and then I scan their ID, verify their age.

Unless they are a loyalty member, I don't have their name slash number, but I'm pretty sure this individual is in our system. He pays with cash 95% of the time and never enters his loyalty number when he pays. I can only figure out the information I need if I can find security footage of him paying with card. It's been a bitch, still searching. And then the OP gives us an update, posted on September 3rd, 2025. She said, I'd first like to say, I wasn't expecting as much engagement as I had on my last post.

Thank you to everyone who validated my feelings and gave me helpful. advice. If you haven't read that post, I suggest you do because it gives you all the information about what happened to me the night my customer came to my house. I'd like to clarify a few things from my last post that a lot of people had questions about. Although I work in the cannabis industry, I operate in a non-legal state, meaning I only have to scan IDs and not save the person's information each time they make a purchase. THC and Delta are regulated just like alcohol in my state. so I was unable to get the person's information solely from his ID. It's been a month, so I'd like to update everyone on how I'm doing,

what has happened since and what I'm doing to legally protect myself. I won't go into much detail, but I was able to find the person's information through our security camera and square business portal. I found a time where he used a credit card, and since he was a loyalty member with us, his name was attached to the account. I paid for a background check and was able to find a full name and address, which I gave to the police as well as all the security camera footage I had on the day he asked me out, and I refused.

All the evidence was sent to the police and compiled into an evidence folder. The police officers visited his home, asked him questions about that night, that it came to my home and knocked on my door for half an hour. On body camera, he admitted to come into my house, and its excuse was that she sold me gummies that made me high for five days. Like, that's not an excuse for coming to my home at 9.30 at night. I assure you, if there was a THC gummy in a non-legal state that made you high for five days, no one would not be able to keep them on the shelf.

This was enough for the cops to allow me to press charges of harassment against him. In order for him to make bail, he had to sign a bond condition stating that he would not come to my house or my place of business. if he broke the bond condition, he would be re-arrested and charged with abrogated stocking, which is exactly what happened today. After almost a month of not seeing this person, I saw him walking in front of my store. I didn't think much of it, although it did frighten me. I continued to help customers and did my job.

He was not approaching the building, and there was no reason to lose my cool over just seeing him. That is, until he walked by again. I ended up locking the door and watching his movement from the window. He turned a corner and I figured, Okay, he's leaving and something to worry about. I unlocked the door to resume business. I was sitting down at the computer when all of a sudden, he enters the shop and sits down in one of our waiting chairs.

I wasn't paying attention to the outside so we came out of nowhere and shocked me. I say to him calmly at first, you need to leave or I am calling the cops. And he replies, why? I just kept repeating myself and he keeps saying, why, why, why? I finally reached for the phone and I'm now screaming at him to leave, get the fuck out of here, I'm calling the cops. What irked me the most is not that he had the audacity to violate his bond condition and come to my store, but that he kept saying my first name. Like, please, blank, don't call the cops blank. Blank,

why, why? I didn't even know his name until I pressed charges against him and he acted like we were friends. Like he had every right to be at my place of business and that I wouldn't call the cops on him again because we had some sort of relationship. It all happened so quickly and when he finally left, I locked the door again and proceeded to have a full-blown panic attack.

I don't know if anyone else has experienced a panic attack, but it felt like someone had dunked my head underwater and I couldn't breathe. My entire body was shaking from head to toe and I was sobbing. I called the owner and he came shortly after. We phoned the police and they did exactly what they said they would do. I had to pull the security camera footage from the event and handed over to the cops.

They gathered another warrant out for his arrest and charged him with aggravated stalking, trespassing, and violation of a bond. He will have a GPS monitor attached to him if he makes bail again, and I will be notified if he comes anywhere near my place of work or home. They will also call me to notify me if he is bailed out. I will be filing an order of protection in the morning, I did not previously file one because I was under the assumption that he would not come back after the bond condition. Lesson learned.

I've installed security cameras at the front and back of my house. Have notified all my neighbors and the surrounding businesses by my work to be on the lookout for him. I truly was getting better. I was focusing on my mental health, playing a whole bunch of animal crossing, working out daily, focusing on treating myself with kindness, but after today, it's like I've been transported to day one all over again. I start a technical course on Monday, which will hopefully get me out of retail,

but for now I have to continue to work at my job and provide myself an income. I'd just like to say to all the men and women out there dealing with a customer who is a bit too friendly or has made advances towards you to never take these things lightly. Please learn from my experience that no matter how long you've had a customer, how many times you've interacted with them,

that they may have ulterior motives. I never thought he would come back, but he did. I genuinely thought the next time I would see him is at his court hearing when I testified, but he threw away his life today by trusting me not to call the cops. I will not apologize for protecting myself. He had it coming to him.

I'm more angry than anything, but I'm eternally grateful that the local police have made an effort to keep this individual away from me. Please take care of yourself and trust your gut, When it comes to people that are being suspicious, no one should have to go through what I'm going through, and it's all because I refuse to go on a date with the customer. And then some of the comments on this thread read as follows.

I've been through something similar. It has been a year, but when I see a car that looks like his, I have a mini heart attack. These people who do this shit to us are so unbelievably delusional. It is terrifying that they have such a romanticized interpretation of a situation that will literally haunt us for a long-ass time. And then the OPE responds to this comment saying, I'm seeking therapy at the moment because every time I hear a knock or doorbell,

even in a TV show, I immediately start getting anxiety. I've woken up from dreams where I'm haunted by the sound of a doorbell. PTSD is real and it's wild to me that anyone, especially customers, inflict this kind of torture on an individual. I hope you're staying safe. and have been able to live life to the fullest regardless of your trauma. And then the final comment on this post read, So sorry to hear what is going on.

It's a scary world out there. Sending air hugs, panic attacks sucks. Updates in a month or so, if no other news. Just want to make sure you are still okay and still around. And then the OP commented, I'll be sure to update everyone about his trial, and he has been sentenced. Thank you for the support.

us retail folks really need to look out for one another. It's like the Wild West out here. And luckily, O.P.'s okay for now. And hopefully the stalker gets, you know, rightfully sentenced for what he's doing. I mean, we've read a few threads about stalkers. And you guys just, everyone watching, just be safe. If you have a weird feeling about someone, maybe trust your gut. Maybe they are doing something weird behind your back.

And also for this post that we just, read, it's so incredibly creepy that this guy could have been following her for who knows how long. I mean, he could have followed her home every single day for the past few years that he's been shown up at the shop. She just doesn't know. He could have been looking through windows. He could have been staring at her when she walks home for work, staring through the window. I mean, you don't know what these people do. And then maybe eventually he just gained the confidence to ring the doorbell. And who knows what would have happened if she opened the door for him. I mean, he could have rushed in, he could have heard her, he could have said something weird,

he could have, who knows, lured her out? I mean, you never know. So just trust your gut. Be safe, guys, and on to the next one. Terrifying imposter. Don't trust authority figures blindly. Posted on R-slash legal advice. The post read as follows,

Hello, I'm 29 years old, happily married, my husband and I are college educated, have respectable, stable jobs, own a home in a nice neighborhood, were basically as prepared as anyone can be to start a family. I'm almost nine months pregnant with our first child. The problem is that 11 years ago, when my husband was a freshman in college, he was arrested for possession of marijuana. It was a large enough amount that he was charged with a Class D felony. Our jurisdiction is very harsh regarding marijuana,

but not intent to deal. He played guilty and did his time in probation without a problem, passing every drug test along the way. He has not touched marijuana or any other illegal substance since, and we barely ever drink, and haven't at all in over a year. I have no criminal record and have never done substances myself. It was a stupid mistake he made as a foolish 18-year-old,

and he's worked hard to put it behind him. Someone has apparently contacted child services in our area and informed them that we are drug users. This accusation is being taken very seriously because of my husband's record. We have been as cooperative as could be with our caseworker. We've been interviewed, our home has been examined, and she found nothing remotely suspicious or incriminating. We have both taken drug tests and passed. Our caseworker says that everything looks just fine so far. Unfortunately, she also says that there's still the possibility that our child could be taken

away from us in the labor and delivery ward, and that we won't be allowed to take her home. I was devastated and horrified to hear that. When I asked why, she said it was not up to her, and we'll have to wait and see, which made absolutely no sense to me. What gives? I feel like there's something she isn't telling me, but I have no experience with DC. and I'm not aware of anything we could have possibly done wrong. I know they will have to test my daughter for drugs when she's born,

but she has not been exposed to drugs, nothing more than pernatal vitamins, not even Tylenol. And I already proved that by passing a drug test, I'm scared and confused. Do I need a lawyer? I had anticipating spending our savings on our new daughter slash parental leave, but I will use that money for a lawyer if I have to. Thanks for reading.

and thanks in advance for your help. And then the OPE gave us a terrifying update. I was advised to get a lawyer right away. I was also advised that Indiana's DCS doesn't investigate pregnant women who don't already have kids. And that the woman, claiming to be a social worker, might be an imposter.

I contacted and met with a lawyer and explained the situation to him. him. He seemed to agree that something was very fishy. To make a long story short, the woman handling our case has no affiliation with DCS. I'm still in complete shock. We went straight to the police. They are taking this very seriously. I can't give a lot of details because it's an ongoing investigation, but she seems to have been a very skilled slash well-researched liar. I never would have known anything was amiss without the advice of this subreddit in the intervention of my attorney. I feel like a complete idiot, but the instinct to cooperate unquestioningly when faced with an intimidating

authority figure is strong. I haven't had the baby yet. We're staying at a trusted family member's home until the baby is born. My OB and the hospital will be delivering at have already been informed of the situation, and will be taking the appropriate security measures. I'm still freaking out. But we're taking every precaution for the safety of my child. And hopefully, everything will turn out okay. Thanks again, everybody. Truly. And this final thread was so terrifying to me.

I mean, a lot of you guys don't know, but a long, long time ago, I covered a conspiracy theory iceberg, and one of the conspiracy theories was fake social workers. So maybe that's not a conspiracy theory after all. I mean, I'm not going to say it's true, but this is such a scary story. imagine you're going to have a kid in a trusted, like, government worker is, you know, working with you, and they end up just being a complete stranger trying to steal your child away from you. That is a terrifying, a terrifying situation. And hope, I mean, there's no more update from OP that was posted four years ago.

So most likely, the OP will not have an update for us. but I really, really hope that the baby's all right, they're all right, but I just got goosebumps when I read that, you know, it wasn't a social worker. It was just some liar. And imagine, I mean, how many people this person could have fooled and they could have got something from the baby. They could have stole the baby. They could have done something.

They just don't know. I mean, I just find that so scary. and I'm very glad that O.P. And hopefully her family are doing well now. But that is just an insane story and just terrifying. And that wraps up today's video of some terrifying Reddit threads. I hope you enjoyed. If you did, please comment down below.

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