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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another Reddit stories video. And this will cover some true scary horror stories from Reddit. And it just can be a super good video. And all of these stories are true. So, you know, that makes it more scary. But all these stories are great, like I said, something good to listen to when you're studying, sleeping, or just relaxing. So make sure you stick around. And also like the video.

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It may seem ridiculous, but writing about it is making it somewhat easier to deal with. Originally posted May 21st, 2018. I met a guy this weekend. We were at the same restaurant. He was with a wedding party. I was with family. Not connected to the wedding or couple in any way, just happened to be at the same restaurant where the wedding reception was being hosted. He was polite and respectful and offered me his number. I took it and decided to text him. We texted for a day or so and then made arrangements to get together for coffee. We got together in the middle of the day at a public place.

I drove myself. I texted a friend and told her where I'd be in the guy's name. I figured I was being overly cautious. The first three-fourths of the conversation was normal enough. We talked about work, schooling, basketball, etc. It turned out he was a lot younger than I thought he was. He's 22. I'm 35.

He went from being kind of shy and very, respectful to telling me a story about how the night after the wedding he came home and people were being crazy. I asked him what he meant and then he elaborated to tell me that he had walked into his bedroom and lesbian girls I know were having sex on my bed, but he was a gentleman and didn't stick around to watch and then locked eyes and asked, have you ever been in that kind of situation before? I said, well, I've lived in apartments, so I've heard people sometimes. And he pushed further and asked, no, but have you ever walked in on something like that? I said, no, that's a weird story to tell someone he just met and changed the subject. He talked about himself a lot. He did ask

me questions, but would interrupt me when I tried to answer and continue to talk about himself. Something felt odd. He was not acting like he was the night I met him. He leaned in over the table a lot and made a noticeable effort to lock eyes with me. I like eye contact, but it felt more like a stared down after a while. I could feel myself moving away the further he leaned in. He started to talk about how he used to pick up girls, but he doesn't do that anymore because he realized that the girls he picked up at the bars were probably horrors who went there every weekend. Then he wanted to know if I drank, smoked, did drugs, did I ever party? Where did I party? Where did I like to go out to? Do I see other men, et cetera, et cetera? Almost no pauses one question after the other. We talked for a few

minutes more and he looked at his phone and said the game i wanted to watch is going to start soon do you want to get out of here turns out there was a basketball game on and he wanted to come back to his place to watch it i said no thanks we just met so i'm not comfortable with that but maybe he we can talk again soon his face sort of changed and he said i'm sorry but i really thought you were going to come back with me i told him i wasn't sure how we got that impression i had not at any point said i would do that He kept asking me to come back to his place, and I kept saying no. He kept asking me, why not? I kept saying, I just met you. I'm not comfortable going back to your house. He said, fine, let's go to the park then. Red flags and alarm bells were going off, so I said, no, thanks. I'm not interested. He basically

begged and said he'd even skip the game if I wanted him to. I said, no, just go home. We just met for coffee. It's not a big deal if we can't take it further today. He didn't ask me to take it. He didn't ask me to a walk in the field behind the coffee shop, looked at the ground and literally said, I'll do anything you want. Just don't leave. I said again I wasn't going to go anywhere else with him that day. Please just respect that and we'll talk later. I got into my car and as he was pulling away he yelled at his car window at me. I'm going to do everything I can to change your mind. Come over. I sat and watched him leave because things just felt weird. I drove home and my phone was blowing up up the whole time. He was texting and calling, saying he was home and I should come over. Then he sent me

a video of himself watching basketball on his couch alone. He started sending me messages saying he could see a future with me, that I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. Like it was horrible for such a beautiful woman to be single and that he, quote, liked our chances to be together. The entire coffee date was 40 minutes max. He continues to ask me to come over. I said I was happy to meet him for coffee, but I told him I wasn't going to come over before I left and was not going to go back on what I said. Then the calls really started. 7.55, 8 o'clock, 802, 807, 811. He called and called over and over for the next several hours.

I texted him after the first couple calls. He had sent me another text saying how beautiful and perfect I was and he wanted to date and travel together. and all I could think to say was, I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way about you, that you seem to feel about me. I wish you well, take care. He said he didn't understand. Did that mean I didn't want to see him again? So I replied with, I'm sorry for not being clear. No, I don't want to see you again. I'm sorry. I wish you well. Goodbye. The calls and texts kept coming. I told him one time to please stop. I had to turn off my phone. It kept vibrating so much. The texts were all about, what did you? I do wrong? Why don't you tell me so I can fix it and make this work between us? I am really a

great guy and I like you so much. You owe it to me to tell me. If you tell me, then I'll stop bothering you, but you have to tell me. I blocked this number. But my phone still logs call attempts from blocked numbers so I could see he was still calling all night until 2 a.m. He called a few more times this morning and again this afternoon. I called my phone company this morning to check and And turns out he had sent me over 200 text messages in that one day. That was the tipping point and I decided to go to the police station and at least talk to them and possibly report it as suspicious behavior or harassment. All I had was his first name, which I'm pretty sure was a nickname and a phone number.

The cops were really nice and took down all the info. He had never threatened me, but I had told him to stop and he wouldn't. They said that it was enough to be concerned. I showed them the text and the timing of the calls and they said it was definitely looked like obsessive and unstable behavior, and it was good that I came in, even just to put it on record in case things got worse. I felt so bad for even going there, like it was stupid to have even gone to meet him, but I've had been on lots of coffee dates, and no one has ever done this kind of thing before. After I left the station, I got home and checked my phone, and I had three voicemails from

unknown numbers, and it was him pleading for me to call him and tell him how to make it right. He doesn't understand why I blocked him. Did he message me too much? Was it a bad move to call me 80 times in a night? Why wouldn't I just talk to him? I recorded the voicemails and sent them into the police, along with screenshots of the messages and logs from my phone company. Now I'm loki terrified of what will happen next. Will the cops call him?

If they do, will it make them mad? I'm pretty sure I didn't tell him anything about the area of the city I live in or where I work. And all he had was my phone number, no Facebook, or WhatsApp, or other socials. I consider changing my cell phone number, but I'm also hoping that he'll get to the point after a few days of silence and just give up. I'm so shocked I don't even know what to do next. Update. May 22nd, 2018.

He's been texting and calling me from random numbers all day. I've been taking screenshots and sending them into the police with my report number. It's been a long, exhausting day. I really want to change my number, but he keeps sending me stuff, and I feel like it might be helpful to the police to figure out who he actually is. I've informed my family, friends, employer, cell phone provider, and building caretaker about this crazy pants and given everyone a description. I went out and bought a hundred plus decibel alarm for the windows and doors in my apartment and installed them. I am in Canada, so I can't legally carry Mace, but I'm looking for alternatives.

Mega update. Today he wrote me a very long-winded message, asking for another chance in begging forgiveness. He said, I was just overly excited to meet such a beautiful, well-endowed woman and that he needed just one chance to show you my true worth, pleading and pleading for me to reply and come meet him. And he signed his name at the bottom. I had heard it slightly wrong and didn't have the right spelling in my phone. I went on Facebook and found his profile. He had zero security settings. He's not friends with anyone I know. I copied that link and set it off to the cops. I am torn between really hoping they can talk some sent into him and being terrified that if the police confront him that he will become even crazier.

I would have slept easier if I'd change my number right away, but I might never have gotten his real name and profile if I had. I doubt the cops will do much until he starts threatening me. Now I'm torn. Do I change it and sleep better at night or let him keep screaming into the silence while I collect more evidence? Is it worth it? I keep thinking. All he has is my number. Update. May 28, 2018, 2018. The last contact I I had for my coffee date was four-ish days ago when he called me at 1256 a.m. on the 24th. He'd been texting me from the same number a few days earlier when he sent me the charming message about me being so well-endowed, so I'm pretty sure it was him. I'm admittedly feeling

a little burnt out. I'm taking tomorrow off work to try and chill out. This has been a lot to handle along with work and life in general. I haven't really heard from the cops. I've gone back a couple of confirmations that they've added my screen caps and voicemail recordings to the file, but nothing else. He hasn't been threatening me and his enthusiasm seems to be dying down, so I doubt I'll hear much unless things change. Here's hoping there aren't more reasons for the police to becoming more involved than just saying, thanks for the info, we've added it to your file. They have his names, pick, and Facebook profile. I've blocked him on Facebook and hidden all my profile picks. I haven't gotten any friend requests on any of my social medias. I'm being cautious

when I go out. The alarms are helpful, both magnetic and glass break ones have been installed. At least if this dumb kid managed to figure out where I live and tried to get in, I would hear something and be able to get the fuck out. I slashed a hammer between my headboard and my mattress. It feels gross every time I get into bed and hear it tap lightly against the wall, but I'm glad it's there. Thanks for the concern. Everyone, I'm safe. Things are calming down. He knows how to reach me. I know how to send screen caps to the cops. That's about where our relationship is at right now. Update.

March 17th, 2020. I haven't looked at this account since my last update, and now that most of the world is under quarantine, it occurred to me to sign in and take a look. First of all, many thanks to everyone who reached out to see if I'm okay. I'm totally okay. At the time, I was terribly freaked out and just wanted to not think about this whole thing anymore.

I hope no one worried too much, and I'm sincerely sorry if you did. I'm glad that I made the initial post because I was so overwhelmed it was really difficult to work through. Things are 100% better now, so thank you all for the support. I had a few weeks of silence after the last update, and then I got two or three calls from an odd number, a landline that I could do averse 411 lookup on. The address was from the area around the coffee shop where we met, and I recalled that he had told me that he lived a couple blocks over while he was trying to get me back to come over to his

basement. I sent the screenshot of the calls and the address to the police email. I had been given and made the choice to change my phone number. It was a giant P-I-T-A, but I absolutely slept better. I have been back to the restaurant twice and never saw him, and I'm never in the area where we met in the coffee. It still makes me nervous if I see someone who looks like him, but I try to remind myself that the way he acted means he would latch on with a death grip to anyone who gave him the time of the day, so he's likely set of sights elsewhere now, which is, in its own way, kind of terrifying. I hope he'd feel. figures his shit out and that other woman he encounters get treated better than I did.

I hope you are all well and staying safe inside and safe. Hearts. Some woman stood in my flat right next to the shower curtain. This happened a few years ago in my old one person flat. I had a strange feeling that something wasn't right for a few days, like I was sure that food in the fridge was less than I put back the last time. I found pillows from my couch on the floor, stuff like that. I lived alone back then, so there wasn't anyone else with access to my flat.

Or so I thought. Well, one night I woke up around one in the morning, sweating and even though I don't remember, was sure I woke from a nightmare. Since I was drenched in sweat, I decided to take a shower, so I put my phone up in the bathroom for music, turn on the water, and enjoyed my shower. A few minutes in, I heard the door move. I never close it. but it still never moves. I took a look at the shower curtain and saw a shadow against it. And a look at my phone confirmed someone was there,

since I could clearly see a reflection on my screen that showed someone standing next to the shower curtain. It took me a lot not to scream and to keep acting like I didn't notice anything, while silently taking the shower head off, the holding, and turning the water all the way to hot. I'm still kind of impressed of that quick thinking. Our water got really hot when you cranked it all the way to hot, and a few seconds later, steam was rising, and the water hurt my feet flowing to the drain.

I turned around, ripped the shower curtain open, and it held the shower head right at the person behind it. It was a woman who screamed in pain. I whacked her in the face with the shower head and jumped out of the shower and ran to the door, taking the key out of the lock and locking it closed behind me. A little later, she started to bang on the door, but the door didn't give. Thank God for German quality work. I called the cops and went to the kitchen to get my big kitchen knife just for safety. I felt like my throat was closing up when I saw it missing and realized there's only one place where it could possibly be right now. The police came and arrested the woman who turned out to have been a former person living in the flat and was evicted after not paying rent. Seems she made a

copy of the key and came into the flat when I was at work and sometimes at night. It's possible that what woke me up in the first place was her and honestly, I don't even want to think about that. Ever since then, I always insist that the locks are changed when I move into a new place. Edit, since a lot of people ask, I found the knife later in the bathroom, so she definitely brought it with her and either the police disarmed her or she dropped it herself at any point. I accidentally discovered an online shrine. I recently received a friend request that reminded me of this story, so I'm going to share it here. This happened after I went to university, so I was 18.

I made an effort to make friends after I moved on to campus and ended with a few groups to hang out with, including a new girlfriend and plenty of people from my classes that I liked well enough. There was one class before lunch where it was traditional for people to go to the cafeteria afterwards to eat in pairs or threes. I wasn't very discerning about who I'd have lunch with because I got on fine with most people from the class, and we were all trying to make an effort to be social. So when one girl, Lily, asked if I wanted to eat lunch together after class,

I didn't have any reason not to go. We talked about school and that kind of thing. Nothing noteworthy, but she did ask me to get lunch with her again the next week. It became a pattern, and there wasn't exactly a way to start saying no suddenly. It was fine, but it did mean I lost the chance to eat lunch with anyone else on those days. In hindsight, I suppose that was the point. One day in class, I asked someone if I could add them on social media. This happened in front of Lily.

I saw her face jerked towards me from a couple of seats over. It was such a sharp reaction that it was hard to ignore and I still remember it. By the time I got home later that day, Lily had sent me a friend request. No friends in common. Don't know how she knew my last name. I was a bit surprised, but I guess she'd just dug through the university's social media pages and found me through there. It gave me a bad feeling, but surely it was fine. She ended up messaging me a lot and commenting on anything I posted.

I told myself that she was just awkward and we became friends. friends, if not close, unknown worse people. She still always got me to go eat lunch with her after our one shared class. Other than that, we rarely spent time together in person. I saw around sometimes, but I never went out of my way to hang out with her, so it was mostly online messaging and seeing each other in group settings. Coincidentally, my girlfriend was also called Lily. This was something that clearly bothered Lily, not my girlfriend, who couldn't have found it less interesting as a common name. She occasionally hinted that she wanted my girlfriend to pick a different name or joked about her not suiting it. She clearly didn't like my girlfriend at all and I had no idea why. It was hard to

ignore by this point. Lily was starting to unsubbly hint that she had a crush on me. I try not to address it because what was I going to say. I've never known what to do when a friend makes a pass at me. I was also not interested in the least, even ignoring the weird stuff she pulled. Lily was not my type at all. She tended to dress and act in a way somewhere between a 50s housewife and one of those adults who was still obsessed with Disney princesses, if you can picture that. Things took an uncomfortable turn on the day of our last shared class of the year. Instead of asking me to lunch like she usually did, Lily asked if I'd go for a walk with her. Again, I didn't exactly know how to refuse, so I said, all right. Our campus was bordered by a large patch of woodland. Lily led me into

the woods and the sounds of our fellow students slowly faded away. way. She sat down on the log and I joined her. She started talking about how she was going to miss me over the summer. I tried plus adding her, but I didn't want to be there, especially because she seemed almost on the verge of tears. I think I tried to make an excuse about having plans with my girlfriend, but before I could leave, Lily chose to kiss me without warning. It was uncomfortable to say the least. I got out of there and was happy to think I wouldn't see her for a while. I came back to university after the summer, moving into a house with my friends. Without going off topic, there was some serious issues in my friend group. A lot of petty arguing and worse. I broke up with my girlfriend

around the start of the school year as well. And basically the whole mess made me recontextualized things with Lily because it suddenly didn't seem as bad. That said, I didn't want to be alone with her. We mostly talked online. She was still constantly messaged me after all. One upside of everything was that I started dating a boy. Lily was not pleased to hear the news. I think she hoped to sneak in after I broke up with my girlfriend, but as I said before, that was never going to happen. There wasn't a big gap between my breakup and this new relationship, so she must have thought that she missed her chance to be with me. This is where the story gets bad. At this time, I was fairly active on Tumblr. I occasionally talked about my life and mostly re-blogged

photos and stuff. I was on there one day when something odd happened. One of the blogs I followed had received an ask with some phrases I recognized. It took a second to register, that it was taken from my about page. That made me freeze. I read the message properly. Someone was asking this completely random person to analyze a section of text from my page, asking for their opinion on the type of person who would write it.

I cannot stress how messed up it was to see people talking about me like I was a character in a book. They were trying to study. The reply was basically, I don't know, sorry. But the important thing was that the question had it been anonymous. It linked to someone's blog. Obviously, I wanted to know who had taken such a bizarre interest in me. As far as I knew, no one in real life other than my boyfriend knew about my page.

Well, no prizes for guessing who was behind it. What I found was like a shrine. She was using a fake name, but I recognized Lily all over that thing. It was all this cutesy pink and red page. There were a few posts about her interest, but most of the content was focused on her primary interest. Me. Most of the posts were about me. There were accounts of things I'd done recently.

he told me about such and such. He went to a nightclub recently, etc. As well as references to things from as far back as I'd known her, it was clear she'd been keeping tabs on me, both online and offline, gathering up every scrap of information she could about my life in hoarding it here in her collection. She talked about us eating lunch together

and how special our dates had been to her, as if it was anything more than acquaintances, getting food after class. She talked about the time she had forcibly kissed me in the woods, but she wrote it as if it had been mutual. She quoted lyrics from my favorite song and talked about how she'd always been there for me, no matter who else came into my life, lots of references to loving me just the way he is, which answered another mystery about an anonymous love letter I'd received earlier that year with the same wording.

It got worse. There were a lot of posts about my boyfriend as well. Those weren't so nice. They got vicious, talking about how he didn't deserve me. He didn't know what he had. If she was with me, she'd be jealous of anyone else who came. me, so my boyfriend not being a jealous person meant he didn't love me. It was angry and hateful. I didn't like to think about that sort of person who could write so obsessively being fixated on me.

One thing that didn't make sense at first was that the blog also made plenty of references to Lily's best friend, Stephen. She had never mentioned this person to me. Her pose talked a lot about Stephen and how a great friend he was, and how much fun they had together, how he looked out for her, et cetera. I was trying to work out whether this was an online friend when one specific post made it all click. She had posted a photo and captioned it. Steven sent this to me. He knew I'd like it and love it, or something like that. The problem was the post was taken from my own page. I hadn't sent it to her. She took it from my page and then claimed this fictional best friend or her shared it with her because in her head she'd split me into two people. In her messed up fantasy life, I was both the

perfect best friend who was always looking out for her and her soulmate who was bound to end up with her when I finally got over my sweet, kind boyfriend, and all the other easy girls I hung out with that she made dozens of posts complaining about. Who was she complaining too? Oh, Lily had an audience. She asked open questions about me and her relationship with me and got messages back from her followers, people who took what she said at face value. I saw a bunch of random people agreeing with the stalker that my boyfriend didn't deserve me.

And we were bound to break up soon so I could be with Lily. the person I was clearly supposed to be with. She had this fake fanfiction version of my life up for anyone to share their opinion on, and she'd made herself out to be the hero of it all. I went maybe a month back into the page history. I'd not look at everything that was there. It was too much, so I'm not sure how long this had been going on. I sent Lily a message confronting her about the blog.

She said nothing, and I cannot stress how weird it was to have found pages and pages dedicated to me. with her talking about how she was in love with me and would make sure we ended up together, slamming my boyfriend and building a fantasy life with two different versions of me in it, as she clearly believed to be real, then acting like it hadn't happened. She said nothing. She didn't address it. She just changed the subject even after I pushed, and it was like she hasn't even registered what I said. I've never seen anything else like it. She deleted the page, of course, or at least changed the name and hit it, so I never found it again.

It wasn't the end, though. I wasn't going to hang out with her anymore, but we were still shoved together in classes, and she had actually started to actually kind of scare me with what she might do next. I'm kind of a paranoid person, knowing someone was obsessively keeping track of me for who knows how long freaked me out. The next thing she polled was trying to seduce my boyfriend. It was an absolutely useless attempt that only made him uncomfortable. He told me about it right away. What was her plan there?

Did she hope to tell me he cheated and wait for me to break up with him? Why would I want her after that? Well, that didn't work out for her. She tried hitting on three of my other friends. None of them took the bait. She ended up dating one of my former housemates for a while, but made sure to send me messages while they were together, letting me know she'd rather be with me.

No thanks. Lily made sure to stay in my life the whole time I was at university. There was a time when I tried to pull away from her and she ended up starting rumors about me and damaging a career opportunity I'd put a lot of work into. I don't know what. what else she did behind my back, but it made me realize it was safer to let her think she was part of my life while ignoring her rather than doing something that would cause her to get angry.

After I graduated, Lily still wanted to spend time together, but I knew I don't have to now. I make excuses about work and barely talk to her after that point. I almost entirely stopped posting on social media that I knew she knew about. Of course, she didn't give up that easily. She tried to start conversations, asked me to meet up with her, attempts I usually ignored. I didn't like to think she was still tracking me online, but she probably was. I don't know, but she'd occasionally referenced things I mentioned online somewhere. Somewhere she shouldn't have known about.

The last time we had a real conversation, she sent me a message out of nowhere. We hadn't spoken at all in months, and we hadn't talked about anything serious and much longer than that. Thinking about the conversation still makes my skin crawl, but I'll summarize what happened. At first, she asked me some questions about how long I knew I was queer. I told her some basic stuff, the kind of thing I'd tell anyone who asked. Then she changed the subject. She started talking about how would I feel about her if she was a boy, about wanting to be a boy for me.

The messages quickly became fetish-stick. She went into plenty of detail about fantasy she had of the two of us. Again, we were not friends at this point. We'd never been especially close, at least not from my perspective. And we had barely spoken for years. I can't imagine sending messages like that to even a close friend, let alone someone you barely know. I tried telling her not to pull this crap with me,

but she decided to change tactics. She sent a photo of herself, followed by a bunch of messages, maybe four or five a minute, way too fast for me to reply before the next one arrived, basically quoting back what I told her about myself in my past earlier. She was telling me these things as if they had happened to her. She was role-playing as me.

The worst part was that she seemed to believe it was real, that those things actually had happened to her, even when she was quoting me word for word things I'd told her only hours before were now her life. It was like she was trying to absorb my history to take it over to make my life part of her. Yeah, I didn't talk to her again after that. I ignored future attempts she made to talk to me and I eventually silently deleted her from the inactive social media, which was her only real way of contacting me. I really thought she might finally move on.

A few days ago, she sent me a friend request. It's sitting there unanswered, but because I know if I delete it, you'll only send another one. Lily and I met nearly 12 years ago. This story is just the highlights and even then it's only the stuff I know about for sure. A lot happened behind my back. I know it did. So, girl who spent 12 years obsessing over me, fetishizing me, stalking me, and harassing me, let's not meet again. The fantasy life you built for the two of us in your head is the only place you'll be seeing me anytime soon. I was a kid, home alone,

and a fake Girl Scout cookie salesman wouldn't leave. Years ago when I was 11 years old, I was staying home alone with only my little brother who was seven. At that time, it was only about 9 p.m., dark and pouring rain. We were reading in our room, right next to the front door with a big window in open blinds. That's when I hear the front door by a ring followed by knocking. I thought my parents had arrived.

strange, though, that they didn't use the garage or their keys. I looked outside to see their car. Nothing but rain. As I approached the door, I hear a man's voice that was not my father's yell through the torrent. Would you like some cookies? We're selling Girl Scout cookies. I'm shocked at this, considering the weather and time of day, saying nothing, I checked the peephole and peer through the side window, only to see it was not a father with his girl as I expected. My heart dropped. standing there was just a fully grown man maybe in his late 50s, no box of cookies in sight, soaking on my doorstep. I can remember the gut-wrenching feeling of having to check the locks while he was right on the other side.

For sure, he heard this. The two locks were the only thing separating myself and brother from a potential monster. He continued to knock and mention his cookies, as I had considered calling the cops. That's when I remembered the blinds were open in my room where my brother was. with the light on. As I turned the corner into the doorway, I see the man carefully peering into her window, possibly eyeing my brother, distracted in his book. My heart was pounding now as I began to panic. In a move that took all of my willpower, I quickly turned off the lights and ran over to the window to close the blinds, in full view of the man. As fast as I could, I double-checked all the locks

in the house, closed all the blinds, and told my brother to go hang out in one of the big closets in the interior of the house, no windows. I didn't tell him what was going on, so he wouldn't be frightened. And for some reason, I never did call the cops or my parents. I just waited in the hallway until he left. Still thinking about it gives me shivers that so many things could have just gone wrong that night. My worst fear since is a stranger getting to the unlocked door before I do. Open the door. Please, come out. This story happened a few years ago.

I was in my early 20s and was studying Paris, France. I was going home from uni. I usually took a short bus ride and walked the rest of the way. That day, I felt slightly uncomfortable. I could sense some guy looking intensely at me. I was used to unpleasant, unsolicited gazes, but this time his gaze felt beastly. It's hard to explain why, but I felt like a prey being stalked.

I decided to get off the bus a few stops early. I wanted to avoid him and didn't want him to see where I usually got off. Like I learned in the movies, I waited until someone else pressed the stop button and waited until the last moment to stand up and leave. I didn't notice him getting off the bus. Just as I was feeling the relief of having escape an uncomfortable situation, I looked over my shoulder, and there he was, a few meters behind. I had the distressing feeling his eye had just looked away the moment I turned.

I walked into a shop, took my phone, and pretended to be taken a call. When I couldn't see him anymore, I exited and made my way at home as fast as I could. I kept looking back in the busy street. I zigzagged, crossed the street at every cross. Finally, I believed that him getting off at the same stop as was just a coincidence. When I reached my building, I looked back one last time, and there he was. His alarming gaze on me, smirking. I ran up to my apartment, climbing the stairs four at a time.

I reached the top floor, squeezed through my door, locked it, and froze. my intercom was ringing. Don't ask me why I picked it up. I regretted it at the moment I did. I could hear the opposite, flat intercom ringing as well. He had pressed all the buttons one by one, hoping someone would open. But now, he knew my name. Gabrielle.

Oh shit, I felt like a deer in the headlights. Frozen. Open the door. Please, said a pleading voice. I just want to talk to you. Somehow I couldn't move or speak. Come to the window, he added. Look at me.

You'll see I'm not a bad guy. Something clicked. He wanted to locate my apartment in the building. I was not going to make that mistake. I hung up in shock. I waited by the door without moving for what seemed like hours. When I finally managed to call myself, I called my long-distance boyfriend. Call the police, he said immediately.

Why didn't I call the police? I don't know. Today it would have been the first thing I would do. The fear of making a big deal out of something. something not important, perhaps. What an idiot I was. I called my best friend instead. I didn't want to feel alone. I told her all about it, and after a while I felt better, safe. We started laughing. Suddenly, the intercom rang again. Two hours had passed since I'd come home. I answered. Gabriel, said the voice, open. Please. I still remember the chills I felt. He was still there.

He was there all this time. I was silent. Hedrified. He was silent, but I could sense his trepidation. Gabriel, let me in. I'm so thirsty, he said. Just give me a glass of water. This broke the tension. I hung up. Curled up in a corner, literally in recovery position, terrified. I waited. I was too scared to make a sound. I knew he couldn't hear me from the hall, but I was scared to even breathe.

The intercom rang again. And again, I didn't answer this time. I crouched the sofa and fell asleep in exhaustion. I heard the intercom ring one more time in the middle of the night. I woke up in the morning afraid to leave my apartment. I called my dad who came to pick me up. There was no one in the hall, but there was a note in my mailbox. Gabrielle, I'm a nice guy.

You should have opened to me. We immediately went to the nearest police station. The police listened and, of course, told me that I should not hesitate to call them. My dad called a locksmith to install digit code on the building door, the same day and wrote a message to each of my neighbors asking to not open the door to anyone they didn't expect. He sat in the cafe in front of my building with two friends every evening for more than a week. We never saw the stalker again. After this episode, I used a different route to and from uni every day. I kept my phone tightly in my hand and looked back every few meters. Today, I am still

observing of my surroundings. I never answered the door if I am not expecting someone. So, people if you ever find yourself in any kind of uncomfortable situation call the police don't be an idiot like me be safe everyone that's where your body will be within half an hour i was raised in a fairly strict but loving christian household in a bible belt section of the states my parents weren't at all unreasonable in their rules and were well-intentioned but i broke a few along the way like most teenagers do The summer before I started college, I began a relationship with a slightly older guy. I knew him from high school, and he was attending to college I would soon be at. Johnny was a cat.

He was exceptionally handsome, had been on the football team, and was on a full academic scholarship. Funny, talented, and very personable. There was little to not like about him. We bonded over our teetotalism and love of pranking. The best part, he had his own apartment at the college, which was a four-hour drive from my parents. house. I could easily sneak up there under the guise of visiting one of my other friends or spending the night at a local girlfriend's house. My parents didn't even know I had a boyfriend. Now, I'd just turned 18 and enjoyed my rebellious streak and newfound freedom, but I was still happily lived under

my parents' guidance and rules for a large part. They always encouraged me to be a free thinker and to ultimately figure out my own morals and values, and I ended up much like them, because they're honestly that awesome. My mom wisely encouraged me not to just sleep with anyone and it was something I actually held to quite strongly. So while I had no qualms having sleepovers with my good boyfriend, I was intent of not having sex with him. He took it pretty well and seemed to respect my decision. One week, smack dab in the middle of summer, I had three days off in a row at work. I drive up to see Johnny was in order and I began my travel early in the morning. He was excited to see me and we had a great day. Nerf gun wars,

reading Stephen King, making out, we went out for dinner and returned for a night of shenanigans, or so I thought. Upon entering his apartment, Johnny produced a box of condoms. He had tried this before, so I wasn't faced and adamantly told him I wasn't happening. The events that unfolded following this seemingly unimportant interactions still haunted me to the day. Johnny's smile disappeared and his eyes went cold. Hauntingly cold. I was sitting at his dining room table with my back against the wall. He was standing at the other end of the small table. You make me sick. I'm sick of you. You play me. All you do is play me. We were serial pranksters and sarcastic in every sense of the word, while his countenance made my skin crawl I knew he was joking. I had known Johnny for years after all.

I've thought about this for a long time and you're dead. I'm not doing this anymore. You make me so sick. I hate you and you're dead. He was unnervingly calm and his voice betrayed a slight hint of anger I'd never heard before. I noticed him clenching his fist. Popped out veins tracing up his arm. For the first time in our entire relationship, I felt unsafe with him. He held my gaze unblinking. His second floor apartment was on campus. It was summer.

I had seen nobody else in the building, no other cars in the parking lot. Even if I could get past him, which I couldn't, my two options were unlocking the balcony door and jumping, or racing 15 feet down the hallway to the dead bolted front door, which opened inwardly and getting down a flat of stairs. Either scenario led to an empty parking lot. I would have to get to my car or run into the woods nearby. While athletic, I had no chance against him physically. I focused on him. Half of me just knew he was kidding. He had to be. He would

break into laughter any second now, and he would return to our beautiful day. He continued talking. I can't repeat what he said. It was too graphic and specific to our location to write out in a public forum. He detailed the SA he had in store for me. If I survived, I'd be strangled in the nearby woods that carded off and dumped at a secluded spot we had explored together. He motioned to some bags he had on this counter. That's where your body will be within an hour. I had enough. His plan was too well thought out to be impromptu. I'm small, but I'm stubborn and would fight to do the death if I had to.

I also have a wicked straight face when I need to. It was my turn to hold his gaze with all the ferocity I could muster. I stood up and said the first thing that came to mind. I'm still proud of the unflinching calm I presented. inside I was begging God not to let me die. You're real funny. I almost believed you for a second. Wouldn't you have worked anyways?

Because what I was going to tell you before all that happened is my dad asked me to come home tonight. He needs help first thing in the morning with the garden for my mom's birthday because Kyle, my brother, heard his back and I told him I'd call him as soon as I was on the road within half an hour. It was a lie and not a particularly good one, but the delivery was convincing. I dangled my phone in his face and told him. him, he could explain to my dad why I wasn't coming home tonight if he wanted me to stay. Johnny's mouth was agape as he stared at me. I was just kidding, he mumbled. Fist still clenched.

See ya, I chirped, pushing bastum. My gamble paid off. I grabbed my purse and shuffled down the hallway. I could feel his eyes burning through me in the electric energy in the room, as I internally screamed at myself to move slowly. The dead bolt disengaged. I walked down and fought every urge to run down the stairs. I was too far from my car if he chased me to beat him.

and I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared. I walked the entire length of the car park. I've always had a habit of parking as far out as possible. Next to the woods, he told me he would murder me in. I knew he was watching me the entire time. I could feel his eyes follow my every movement. As I drove out past his apartment, I saw his shadow in the balcony window. I waved, he stared.

I drove a few miles to the nearest Walmart. It was only eight and the sun was just starting to set. people milled through the park and not blissfully unaware of what I'd just gone through. I collapsed onto my steering wheel and broke down, bawling my eyes out. Then I drove the four hours back home. Stupidly, I didn't know how to process what happened and banished it to the recesses of my mind. I spent the next few years avoiding Johnny. The few times I thought about it, I blame myself for being so naive.

I finally told my mom four years after the fact and was able to process through it. So, possible murderer ex-boyfriend who thankfully now lives about 10,000 miles away from me, let's not meet again. The blood-curdling scream that woke me up at 3 a.m. It was Christmas time. My wife and I were staying at her childhood home where her mother now lived all alone. Well, not if you include the cats. Meow.

The house was on a quiet cul-de-sac in the suburbs. If you're picturing freshly mowed lawns, American flags, and empty sidewalks, you're picturing it right. It's a single-story home with an attached garage out front. The garage has two doorways, apart from the electric garage, of course. One leads to the garden and backyard. This had an old doggy door from their days with old deer max, rip max, that they covered with a piece of nailed in wood. That it always made me slightly uncomfortable before, but I figured it had been that way for a year so. What's the worst that could happen? The second door leads to the kitchen. Hollow core. It could stop a mouse, but not much else. Definitely not something that wanted it in or someone.

We are asleep in my wife's childhood bedroom at the front of the house. 3 a.m. I was in that deep, dark, recess of sleep. You know, you're in the diving bell, and you're submerged hundreds of meters below the surface in black water protected from the real world by miles of nothingness. Then I heard it. The scream. What are you doing? It was my mother-in-law's voice echoing down the hallway to me. me lost in a sea of sleep. It sounded like a jet engine roaring past my eardrum. I bolted up. What happened next happened in a matter of seconds. But about that scream, even though I was dead asleep, I heard enough of it to sense an urgency behind it. This wasn't an, oh, you scared me

to have a scream. This was different, and I knew it. Not consciously, but my lizard brain, that piece we retained from our primitive ancestors, knew something was wrong. I watch and read a fair amount of true crime and this scream awakened that horrible fear. The one that says, this can't really be happening to me, can it? Honestly, in that second of the night, it sounded like someone was about to be murdered. You ever wonder if you're a fighter flight type of individual? I always have and I came to know something about myself after this night. I'm a fighter. I leaped out of my bed, growled. Yes, growled in the manliest voice I could muster. I'm going to kill you, motherfucker, and took off running. I tore open. I tore open.

the bedroom door and ran into the hallway. There, at the end, I saw my mother-in-law, nightgown on, look of utter shock on her face, standing still. We make eye contact as I continue towards her. Then she turns her head, looks directly into the kitchen. I hurry past her and round the corner into the kitchen. The hollow corridor is obliterated, shards everywhere. I look through the open frame and see the electric garage door is open. I push ahead. As I run into the garage, I hear it. The sound of someone hopping into a running car just out of view, just as I make it onto the driveway. I see a car peeling out from the sidewalk adjacent to the house, but the adrenaline is still pumping, and who am I to say no to adrenaline? So like an idiot, I run, barefoot after the car. I give a good go,

but I'm no Michael Johnson, and even he couldn't catch a speeding car. It soon vanishes down the street, and I'm left all alone. The police showed up within three minutes, which I have to say, makes me feel a lot more at ease with my mother-in-law living there. They took our statements. My mother-in-law said she heard a voice, or noise, and the hollow core door being kicked in and walked into the kitchen where she encountered the burglar, a small framed woman. The police theorized she was working as part of a team.

Her job was to squeeze through the doggie door, kicking the hollow core, and opened the electric garage door for her accomplice. According to the police, the burglars most likely thought nobody was home. Fortunately, my mother-in-law must have caught her off guard and scared her, in addition to my manly growling, of course. But it feels good to know that everyone was safe, and to learn that I guess I've got a little fight in me. And for the record, we bought the heaviest goddamn wooden door you've ever seen to replace

that hollow core. I'd like to see a mouse try and get through that. I'm the stalker. TV shows and movies usually depict up ductors driving white or black vans. I didn't realize this until I decided to buy a white 1994 Dodge RAM cargo van to haul some of the gear I needed for work. While driving it, I've been pulled over by cops and searched three times for no reason, but that is another story. The point is some people see vans as suspicious. One day while returning home, a woman pushing a stroller stared at me for a long time while I drove along my home street.

We have speed bumps and I had a lot of expensive, delicate gear in the van, so how much? I was driving very slow. She stared at me, wide-eyed the entire time, so I smiled at her, like a friendly neighbor does. She was staring so intently, she almost walked the stroller right off the edge of the curb. I thought it was funny and almost forgot about it. A week later, our HOA email thread heats up when a resident sends out a notice that his wife and toddler were being stalked by a man in a white van. Fearing a pitchfork and torch mob, mistaking me for the creeper, I replied to all, saying I live in the neighborhood and also drive a white van. I even provided my license plate number and home address. Big mistake. Jokingly,

I added that I also witnessed a suspicious person in the neighborhood, a woman with a stroller who was staring at me for so long and hard and made me uncomfortable. I provided the date and time of the incident to see if their alleged stalker was actually me. It was. Dude got triggered. started sending email after email, C-Cing everyone on the list, telling me he can read between the lines of what I was saying. His accusations became more and more ludicrous and turned into personal attacks. Several neighbors on the email list replied that he was behaving badly. The emails eventually stopped, but things got even weirder. On several occasions, while out walking my dog, a 10-ish-year-old girl, would come up out of her house,

run over to me, awkwardly chat me up about my dog, and give me strangely intimate, details of her life. I wondered why this child was talking to strangers, but thought maybe she just knew me from the neighborhood, so I politely played along. Then one day the girl shows up at my house. She said that she was angry because her dad wouldn't let her have a dog like mine, so she wanted to visit my dog for a while. I told her I needed to talk to her parents before I could ever let her visit my home like this. She said, okay, and left, and I never saw her anymore. I have two daughters, and one of their friends told me the girl who is chatting me up is the daughter of the triggered dude from the HOA email list.

He'd been sending her out to talk to me and taking pictures. My daughter's friend was friends with this bait girl. The poor girl's dad was making his own daughter uncomfortable, which is why she confided in her friend. The dad was sending her daughter out to chat with me so he could accuse me of, I don't know what. One detail I forgot to mention. I have dash cams in all of my vehicle. and CCTV monitoring my front door, so the initial incident with the wife, as well as the girl

coming to the door, were recorded. I emailed the trigger dude and kindly offered him copies of the videos of each incident. I also told him I was concerned that his daughter was behaving inappropriately towards strangers. Apparently, this scuttled his plan, and as I never talked to him again. Creepy kid who tried to get my five-year-old to walk off with him at the park today. Okay, this just happened today and it really messed with me. I've been thinking about it all day long and all evening. I took my five-year-old son and three-month-old daughter to the playground today to meet a friend and her daughter. It's got regular playground equipment, a huge parking lot, and a big grassy area, and trees surrounding the play area. On the other side of the trees is some sort of development thing they're working on, the area the school is in, is pretty rural.

It's just a bunch of twisty roads and random buildings. I've never thought about it. or notice this until today. We get to the park and meet up with my friend. Another mom that we know is there with her two girls too. The only other people there is a dad with a little girl and a boy that looked to be somewhere between 10 and 12. So the moms are all sitting, chatting, playing with my adorable daughter, having a good time. The kids are playing together. Everything is good. Eventually, all the kids from our group kind of wander off through the playground doing their own thing.

The seesaws are in a shady area. Next to them is a big stretch of grass. Then the trees with the semi-developed area behind that. My son wants to see-saw, but nobody wants to do it with him. I get up to go help him, and the 10-ish-year-old boy comes over and says, hi. Do you want me to play with him? Which was a little strange that he asked me and not my son, but I just said, sure, bud, go ahead.

So he gets on the other side and starts seesawing with him. His demeanor was so strange. He didn't smile. his voice was completely flat. He didn't say a word to my son. He just seesawed with him. My son was oblivious and chatted way at him. After a few minutes, I started walking back to my bench,

and I hear the boys start talking with my son. Okay, so maybe he's shy around grownups. I sit down and start talking to my friends, and the dad walks near us to probably go up to his car and say, hey, it was really sweet for your son to offer to play with mine and smile at him. He looks at me and goes, he's not my son. I don't know who he is.

he walked over and asked if I wanted him to play with blank daughter's name, and then just kind of followed us around until you guys got here. He sort of laughed like, weird, right? And shook his head. I got a very uneasy feeling in my stomach and looked over to the seesaws. They're gone. I jump up, hand my daughter to my friend, and run in that direction yelling my son's name. I see them walking, almost to the trees.

The trees are not close. I'd guess a football field or so away from the play area. I got this awful feeling and ran as fast as I could. yelling my son's name. He turned around and started trying to walk to me and the little boy grabs his arm and tries to pull him towards the trees. He gets upset and starts saying, hey, let go with me. Now usually this is not a quality about my son that brings me anything but trouble, but he does not like to be grabbed, pushed, or pulled, and he has ADHD. So when he gets frustrated, it usually comes out in aggressive ways. I was so thankful for this today. He starts punching the

boy and headbunding him like a little crazy person. The boy lets go as I get to them and runs to the trees. My friends are finally realizing something is going on so they're standing at the edge of the play area looking confused. My son is crying. I'm shaking. I don't know what the fuck just happened. I asked my son where he was going and he said his friend wanted to take him to see Ryan from Ryan Toys reviews. It's his favorite YouTube channel and he talks about it nonstop. He told the boy about Ryan and apparently the boy told him that he knew where Ryan lived in, did my son want to go visit him play? So of course my son said yes.

I don't know what the intention was. It was a kid. I don't understand why he would lie to my son, why he wanted him to go into the woods, why he was so weird. Maybe it was innocent, but I just don't think it was. Edit. Just so everyone knows, I did call the police and report it this morning.

I don't know how much good it did. They listened and asked, me questions, but they didn't want me to come make a formal statement or anything. I'm going to call the school tomorrow, too. Beware of small towns in Florida. This is a long time ago, late 90s. When I was 19, I moved from Oregon to Florida to be with my boyfriend at the time. Don't ever do that. I was thinking, white sand beaches and Mickey Mouse, but instead I got the swamps, bugs, and dirt roads. It was a huge shock to the system. We lived in this, stinky little town called Hawthorne just outside of Gainesville. Don't ever go there.

Very small, one-stop light in four stores, Dollar General, Steve's Market, Eckerd's pharmacy, and Sunny's BBQ. Whoopee. Anyway, I got a job at the now defunct Eckerds in the middle of town. It was next to the grocery store, so everyone's shop there. After about three months or so of working there, I walked in to start my shift one day when the manager pulled me into his office. He laid out on his desk was about 30 to 40 open letters, all addressed by hand, to me. Do you know this person? My manager asked, no. Read one.

So I picked the cheerful yellow one inside where two handwritten letters and a magazine cut of a woman with long, blonde hair. Just like me. As the Eckerd manager watched on, I read the letter. I skipped around a lot of confusion, desperately trying to find out why I'm in. in this room. From what I read, it was mostly someone imagining what spending time with me would be like. A lot of it was S word in nature. There were descriptions and comments about my hair, washing it, smelling it, and something about the moonlight. A few sentences were highlighted, others were underlined. My first thought was, am I getting fired? Do you know this David Eldrod? Hair? I said yes, I think so.

The tall, lanky guy with thick glasses and frizzy, dark blonde hair, the regular who comes in a couple times a week to pick up Diet Coke and medication for his mom, late 20s, and obviously socially or mentally challenged. On rare occasions, he would make small talk as I rang up his soda. Once or twice, he would linger at my registered or stare at me, but I figured he was just trying to adjust his eyes or had some poor social cues. Harmless, compared to some of the other people I had met in Florida, so I didn't pay him any mind. Until that day in the Eckert's office, I knew he wrote the letters because of the strange encounter two weeks earlier. While working, he came up behind me and touched or caressed my hair. I had to remove it from his hands, and he apologized. Weird,

but no harm, I went back to work. After telling me my manager this, he informed me that the customer was going to be banned from the store and I was being sent home while they worked out the details. What details? Confused, I walked out of the store and drove home strange. Two hours after I got home from my non-shift at work, there's a knock at my door. I look out the windows and see what resembles a SWAT team. What the fuck? I saw men in tactical gear with large weapons, two men dressed in suits, and several uniformed cops. In what seemed like slow motion at the time I opened the door. A female officer holds up a fewly odd familiar letters. Can we come in and talk to you about these. Realizing everyone in town has read the letters, I wanted to pass the fuck out. I don't even know the guy.

We have a seat on my couch and she began to speak. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my boyfriend shooting me dirty looks from the bedroom. The female officer mentions getting the letters from Eckers and attempting to issue a trespassing notice. They wanted to speak to him directly. She she says, because her whole department is aware of David. The officers confronted him at his residence and attempted to evoke the trespassing notice from Eckerd's store. Apparently, he was not happy about this. He insisted for over 45 minutes how this was all a big mistake, and I wanted to talk to him.

He was so combative and persistent, they decided to pursue stalking charges. Stocking charges? She continues, you need to be aware that David killed and partially dismembered his mother when he was 12 years old. He was released from a juvenile psychiatric facility less than four years ago. Diet Coke. We found disturbing materials at his home. She continued, We believe he's been stalking you. My mind kept wandering. It's my mom's favorite drink. David was arrested the next day for stalking after he was found in the Eckert's parking lot, but the last official word was he went back to the psychiatric hospital, at least temporarily.

I didn't have the chance to read the letters and full before they were entered into some vault of evidence, nor did they explain what they found at his house, so I never had the complete picture of what was happening. My boyfriend at the time was a huge dick about the whole thing, so I moved back to Oregon a week later. Besides, who wants to hang around when Norman Bates is fixated on you? A stranger knocked on my door for 20 minutes. Last night, my 22F husband, 25M, woke me up at around 1150 to tell me that someone has been knocking on our door and ringing our apartment doorbell for about 10 minutes on and off. He woke me so I could possibly ID the person. Once I looked out our upstairs apartment window, I saw the man walking to his car in our apartment parking lot across the street from our unit.

He was wearing blue jeans and a gray t-shirt. He was a medium build, possibly 30-year-old blonde man. He wasn't covering his face or anything, but the thing is he was carrying what looked like resistance bands or ropes. He sat in his car for about three minutes while I was on the phone with Dispatch. Then he came back to our door and knocked hard for another few minutes. Dispatch advised me that the police were on their way, and they hung up. I started videoing the vehicle. I read out the tag number and make and model and just watched as he put his car park in reverse over,

and over again. Out of seemingly nowhere, he backed out of the parking lot and started rushing away, but not before the officer arrived and pulled him over. My downstairs neighbor knocked on my door and told me that he had been peering into her little children's windows and was pounding on her door as well. She said that her husband had left only one minute before he started knocking at her door. She said he saw her children through our window, and that's why he continued knocking. Our doors are right next to one another, so he probably didn't know what door he wanted open. He was watching us as well through our upstairs windows, so I turned out all the lights out and shut the blinds while I call dispatch. The police never contacted us for a statement.

I've reached out to dispatch with an update, and I'm waiting to see if any action was taken. We're keeping our eyes peeled to see if he's been following us. I'm replacing my porch light bulbs with motion detectors and putting bars in our windows into attack. My neighbor and our families are panicked, to say the least. He was outside for about 25 to 30 minutes. To the knocking man with bad intentions, let's not meet. Update. I am trained in firearm usage and now live in a state where I can open carry and the background

check is really quick. We're going this weekend to get a firearm. My husband will be taking some classes as he came from somewhere where owning a gun is illegal, so he's never handled one. I'm still waiting on a call from the responding office. I have his badge number and name, so if they don't reach out to me today or tonight, he might work third shift, I will call the subsidization. If they don't do anything, I will go ahead and make his suspicious person's case for the paper trail.

We had no odd encounters last night. However, while I was looking at the video I took, I remember that car. I was walking my dog at 8 p.m. a week ago for him to pee, and this car was driving really slow through the parking lot and parked a few spots down from where I was letting my dog. sniff. They just sat there with the car running. When I tell you, my ears started ringing and I got an awful feeling. I'm not joking. I turned around and went home, didn't give my dog the chance to pee, and shut every door and window. I think this man has been stalking out our apartment building, me and my neighbors. I think he wanted to get in where those children are. I'll update more

when I have new information. Update number two. It's been a week since the incident. I called dispatch today because I never received a follow-up from the responding officer. A sergeant from the PD called me back to give me more information. He said that they pulled the man over, ran him to make sure there were no warrants, and asked him what he was doing. He told the officer that he was meeting up with an acquaintance. The officer let him go with no further questions. Not only that, the responding officer is also a sergeant. I almost lost my mind. The sergeant, the sergeant, I spoke to today, stated that he should have looked into it more. It was obviously an attempt at burglary, sexually motivated, and or with an intent to commit a felony.

The responding officer is supposed to call me tonight when he gets on duty. I'm livid, honestly. Zero due diligence for this case, but there's not even a case, no case number, just a documented police contact. I'll give more info when I have it. Final update. The officer finally called me. Here's how the conversation went. Hello?

I answered grogly. It was well past midnight. Hello, miss. I was told you might have some questions about an incident a few nights ago. Yes, about Thursday. I wanted to know what that man told you he was doing. You know, he was looking in windows and carrying potential restraints. I'm not sure if that was relayed to you.

I stopped him, ran his tags, and he told me that he was meeting up with a guy from a dating app. He seemed forthcoming and opened with his motive. for being there. Meeting up with, wait. He was meeting up with someone by looking in windows, knocking on two different doors for 20 minutes. I was shocked and still not fully awake. Like I said, he seemed forthcoming and honest with me. So was Jeffrey Dahmer was the first thing that came to mind. With resistance bands like workout bands, he had lots of belongings in his car, so he probably just had them in there. Right, but bringing them to a hookup, knocking on multiple doors, he saw the little girls through the window. He waited until my neighbor's husband left until knocking.

That's on tape officer. I checked in with the apartment management after the incident. Well, I'm familiar with his individual, and I've been doing drive-thrus of your complex to make sure he doesn't come back. I haven't seen anything. If you don't have any more questions, I'll let you go, ma'am. Doesn't make sense to me, but thank you. Goodbye, and I hung up. I don't have much else to say. I just feel so icky about that. conversation, nothing new has come out of the situation. I haven't seen the man or the car. My mind is just blown at the lack of follow-up or due diligence. I live in a suburb. It's not a busy one either. The PD has a small jurisdiction. Guess I'll have to just protect myself.

My friend turned out to be an internet predator. This is a long story, so sit back. To give you some background, I'm from a city in the northeast of in the UK. What happened here didn't just affect me, but also two close friends, who for the purposes of the story, we will call Debbie and Joe. We all used to work for a Virgin Megastore. I started there back in 2003, Debbie joined in 2006, and Joe joined us in 2007. The entire staff of the store, for the best part, were all close friends. We were all music and movie nerds, so shared the same interest and sense of humor, etc. Every year, over the Christmas period, we would take on temporary staff as extra help for the volume of customers we would get during that time

a year. In 2007, one of our attempts was Rory. This is his real name. Most of us hit it off with him brilliantly. Young guy seemed really passionate about music, especially Pink Floyd, which was a big win with Joe, who is one of the greatest guitarist I've ever met, and myself who grew up on Pink Floyd through my parents. Plus, Rory was a budding filmmaker in his love of movies. seemed to match his love of music, so we would have a lot of chat about and became friends very quickly. It was rare to keep in touch with the work tempest post the Christmas period, but Rory was an exception. He didn't live in the same city as the rest of us, but kept plenty of contact through text and social media, and would come through the city and hang out from time to time.

Moving forward to Christmas time 2008, by this point Virgin Megastore had become Zavi Entertainment. Remember them? and Rory came to back to work with us as a temp, and particularly with me. I ran the stock room in the store, which was the busiest place at Christmas time, and had a history of not great people to help for how much work it would need done. So I was happy to get to be working with someone I knew who'd work hard, and that I could have banter with. He could be a bit annoying trying to force different live versions of the same Pink Floyd song

you'd found on the internet. As I said, I love Pink Floyd, but I love a lot of people. music. Nevertheless, I just figured, ah, he's young and he's passionate, but he's cool. Around this time, he started to put together a self-made Pink Floyd documentary, which he interviewed me and Joe For, and to be honest, he did a fucking great job, given the limited tools that he had. Zavi closed in February 2009 due to the global credit crunch at the time. All the Zavi staff and Rory kept in touch. We'd all become very close working there, like I said. Fast forward to summer 2010. We had a Zavi reunion night out, which Rory organized. Most of us that

still lived in the same city managed to make it along. Joe had moved to Glasgow at this point. Was a really fun night out and Rory stayed at my place. I should point out at this point, Rory was preparing to go to America for a second year working as a camp counselor for Camp America at Camp Wigwam and Maine, Ohio. Since Zavi closed, I'd gotten a new job doing the same thing at another entertainment retail store and that Christmas. Rory came into work. There was a temporary, which I was initially fine with. Moving into 2011, and Rory starts to raise red flags, although at the time I didn't see it clearly. He claimed that while in America, he'd gotten a new job helping with editing and camera work on the show Burn Notice. At the time, I was like,

oh, wow, that's cool, man. Well done. It didn't seem unbelievable. given a, I knew he had a talent in filmmaking. To coincide with this, he claimed that he was working for Camp American Florida, which is what led to him working on burn notice, where it was at the time filmed. Then where he was back in Scotland, in 2011, it was time for another Zavvy reunion, which Rory had to be in charge of, which bothered me as he technically didn't work there when he closed, and like I said, was only a temp. I got sickened with him posting comments. I got sicking with him posting constantly on Facebook about essentially what just some old friends going to the pub. Again, I was just like, yeah, he's young and he's excited. He's harmless, though. Then another

red flag was raised. Rory and another friend who shared an interest in filmmaking were talking about doing a film in the city. They spent the whole day looking at locations. And afterwards, when I spoke to Rory, he was like, yeah, we're going to do this, this and this, making it sound like they had some exciting ideas. Then when I spoke to my other friend about it, he told me all Roy did for the whole day was asked me about my favorite directors. It was a complete waste of time. Made me think, ah, he's young and excitable and has a tendency to exaggerate, but he's harmless. Move into 2012. Debbie, who I mentioned at the start of the story, became a closer figure in his life. Debbie is a nearly six-foot-tall blonde bombshell. At the time, one of the three, one of the first

the nicest people you could ever meet with an amazing sense of humor. We became super close when we worked together, but was always totally platonic. I always looked at her in a more sibling way. She would come around to my place for dinner and to watch movies, and I knew all her close friends and a few family members. Herself and Rory went to the seminar a few times and hung out afterwards. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. For now. Move on to Christmas time. Rory is back as a attempt for the third year in a row, and by this time he has started to annoy the other staff. Whilst on lunch, he'd sit and brag about all the TV shows he worked on during his summers in the States. Burn notice, criminal minds, and the wire. Unfortunately, I didn't hear about this

that at the time, because people knew I was friendly with them. They didn't want to seem like they were talking shit about him. As the staff in this job also got along famously. On a personal note, talking with him at work became a bit weird. He started talking to me in a really small, and condescending tone, which, given that I'm six years older than the dude and had a hand in him getting his temp jobs every year and thought I was his friend, didn't appreciate it. Then around the same time, there's another Zavi night out due, Rory, Debbie, Joe, who was visiting from Glasgow, myself, and a few others. The day before, the set get-together, keeping in mind I'm pissed about how Rory is behaving,

I get a text from him saying, hey man the plan for the night out tomorrow is to go to the pub quiz your favorite now i don't go to pub quizzes for tedious personal reasons and all these friends knew this so rory was essentially implying the rest of the guys had planned to go to something i wouldn't go to which i didn't as i well's super pissed off about that text i kept quiet about it from the others even though i should have known how devious he was because as it turns out those guys didn't go to the pub quiz, and there was no intention to. The next day, Joe comes into the shop to speak to me since I'd missed the night out. Whole time I'm talking to him, Rory is standing next to him in a

defensive stance answering everything I asked Joe, like he was his fucking spokesperson, which was infuriating because I was at work, I couldn't lose my shit, and Joe was happy to go lucky. He didn't even notice what Rory was doing. Rory was obsessed with Joe because of his talents as a guitar player, to the points of it becoming unhealthy. It was around this time that Debbie started to sense I was having a problem with Rory. And it was true. Contact with him would trigger me to get anxious or angry because I knew there was something amiss. But Debbie and Joe were constantly just fooled by his false charm.

And that's why I kept tolerating him because I loved these guys and didn't want to be the cause of drama. In early 2013, Rory makes out his dad had a life-threatening stroke, which he survives, but leaves him incredibly disabled. This subsequently turns out to be a lie and a tool to get sympathy from Debbie and Joe. Moving forward to 2014, Joe moves back to town from Glasgow into Debbie's spare room.

And this is where Rory really starts to phase me out from the group, despite having recently hung out with me and me having put him up at my place, which I had done several times over the years at this point. He takes Debbie, Joe, and another ex-Zavi friend

to three different price gigs around the country. Initially, I was super pissed, but in hindsight, I am relieved. It was Rory that paid for all the tickets for those gigs, which was another red flag. Have to point out that when he wasn't working with me as a temp over Christmas or in America over the summer, working for Camp America and various TV shows, he was making out he was a freelance photographer and video editor, which would be fine, but he didn't have a website, a Facebook page, or anything else as far as I could see to contact him to do set. work. Taking that into account and the fact he's throwing cash to go to concerts around the UK,

I was concerned about where his money was coming from. Following the Prince gigs, I had blocked him on social media as his posts and comments on other people's posts were just annoying, constantly undermining people on what they're saying or arguing with folks having a different opinion to him. Debbie took issue with me blocking him and stuck up for him. With hindsight, she'd been groomed by him and had rose-tinted glasses on when looking at him. I caved and got back in touch with them, even though I know now I should have walked away from them all. But like I said, before, I dearly loved Debbie and Joe

and didn't want to lose their friendship. Even though I knew deep down, there was something bad about Rory. Throughout 2014, Debbie and Rory got super close. Anyone that didn't know them seeing Facebook pics would think they were a couple. Over the next two years, my contact with those guys started to drift. Rory would come around to my place for a bit, and then would leave and be like, I'm a way up to Darling Debbie's. I would invite you, but you're not one of the three amigos.

A lot of the time he wasn't actually going there, it would turn out. He even came to my place to stay the night once, saying he needed to catch a flight to the state in the morning to a video editing job. Then it would turn out he was just going back to the village he lived in at his mom's house. Eventually I walked away, quietly. I took Debbie, Joe, and Roe. Rory off of the news feed and hid any Facebook posts I made hidden from them. I figured if I see any of them in the street, I'll be polite and just get away ASAP. I started to investigate Rory's claims

about his time in America. I relayed them all to a friend and his flatmate, who himself had lived in America for a long time. They both told me, nah, man, there's no way he could be doing all that shit, which is true. If you go to America to work for Camp America, that's all you're allowed to do. And with a bit of research I found that Camp Rory actually worked at, proving he never did Camp America work in Florida. During this time, I had friends who would still follow him on Facebook out of intrigue. They would ask me, where is his money coming from? Rory was going to stadium and arena concerts around the UK at least once a week. Some of these gigs cost as much as 200 euro a ticket, not to mention travel costs and accommodation.

I knew something was up. I knew he wasn't involved in drugs. He would claim he made money from YouTube, but his channel barely had any subscriptions, and plus all his vids were of copyrighted material, so there was no way he was making any money from that way. I did wonder if he was making money from editing. He was avoiding paying tax. That's the only thing I could think of. Believe me, if I could have afforded a private detective to investigate this guy, I would have. During all this time, Debbie and Joe are hanging out with and posting how great he is on, etc., on Facebook.

despite the fact that I found Rory had a second Facebook account where his profile pick was of him and Debbie. This was a secret account. And I took a screenshot and showed Debbie, but she was just like, oh, isn't that his American account? Sorry, Debbie, but you know, you're really fucking stupid. Now, let's fast forward to October 2018. By this point, I've severed contact with Rory completely, missed Debbie's wedding the previous year with Rory was a bridesman, haven't seen Joe in a good while either. I'm back at work after lunch for about five minutes.

Then my friend who is on her lunch and in the staff room comes running through to where I am. Hey, hey, have you heard Rory was in court? Which in itself was initially shocking. I was like, what for tax evasion or copyright infringement? No, she said, for making videos of little kids. Between January and November 2017, he was pretending to be a girl online using YouTube and Omegel to groom young boys. I shall leave links to newspaper reports once I was told what he'd done. I was an adrenaline-fueled rage for about 17 hours. Just so pissed off that I've been right.

He was a bad guy, but I just couldn't prove it. I knew my friends had been duped, not to mention all those poor kids that got abused by him. As for his expendable income, I really think he was selling the videos he was making on the dark web for Bitcoin profit. He was the first person, ever to mention the dark net to me, but in a way of like, oh, never go to the dark net. He pled guilty and got three years and nine months, along with a five-year S-harm prevention order and will be on the S-offenders register for the rest of his life. Thanks for listening. I'm still in touch with Joe, although he's a super busy guy these days. Debbie, unfortunately, I'm not in touch with now. I know she was mortified by the revelations,

but she's happily married, so I'm just glad she saw the truth eventually, even though it took something so heinous to do so. He just wanted a girlfriend. When I was about nine years old, female, my family used to live in a remote area on the outskirts of town, considering the location of the suburb, that area was surrounded by warehouses and such. At the time, my family did not have a phone in the house and neither did our neighbors. There were no cell phones back then or they were a luxury and not everyone could afford one. This took place in the end of the 90s.

So if I needed to call my mom while she used at work, I had to either go to my dad's work or accompanying next to his, which was closer to make a phone call. My dad's work was a relatively short walk from our house, probably 30 minutes or less. My dad was working at a huge unloading dock for metallurgical slash natural resources shipments. In order to get to my dad's work, I had to walk past another adjacent company, just like the one where my dad was working. I will call it Docks 2. My dad's work, as well as Dox 2, had a sort of watchtower. It is just a cabin mounted at the top of a tall platform, and you need to go up a decent amount of stairs to get to the top. There was always a guard inside overseeing the whole yard from the top, during the day and night,

to make sure no one is in danger slash no break-ins. The phones were located only on-site watchtowers at the top. time. Docks 2 were much closer to our house, only 10 minutes walk. One day, as I've done many times before, I went to the docks 2 to make a call. I climbed the stairs, knocked on the door, and was welcomed in by a guard and used to see what quite often knew well. However, that day he wasn't alone. New guy, 28 at the time was there. Apparently he was a new employee hired to work shifts. He was this very tanned white guy always wearing military-style outfits. I was just an average-looking child looking exactly my age. My hair was very blonde, which made my cheeks appear rosy red, and

gave me more childish appearance. When the new guy saw me that day, he wouldn't take his eyes off me. As soon I was about to finish my call with my mom, it's just one room so everyone can hear my conversation with her. The new guy went outside to smoke. When I came out, he smiled at me and asked me, what my name is, and whether I came there often to make calls. I don't remember what I said, but I felt very shy because he was just staring deeply into my eyes. I will call him the creep. Fast forward, and I came to that tower again to make a call, and there he was again. But that time, he was alone.

I spoke to my mom, and as I was about to leave, he asked me if I wanted any tea to which I refused. He then proceeded to ask me how school was going and things like that. He offered to help me with my homework, however I told him, I've got it all sorted. Harmless, but strange. On a side note, I just want to say about that what gave me shivers when I was near him is that whatever he looked at me, he looked drunk, which was very unsettling. Mind you, he wasn't actually drunk, but his eyes would just get so hazy and his face would flush red. Sometime later, I saw him again. That time I was walking to my dad's work with my friend, and he was doing some digging in the docks too.

When he saw me through the metal fence that was separating us, he just leaned against his shovel and just stared at me. He didn't say hi or anything like that. After those encounters, for quite some time, I took alternative routes to see my dad, or play with puppies at my dad's work, or make calls to my mom because he really creep me out. However, one day I had to call my mom urgently. My dad's work phone didn't work, so I had to go to the Docks 2 tower, hoping I won't see him. The creep was there. And, oh boy, he was so happy I came.

He was complaining how I don't come anymore to see him. As I was making a call, he grabbed another chair and sat right next to me. very close. It took a while for the call because my mom was busy with something and someone went to get her whilst I was on the line. It felt like hours waiting and the creep was just sitting next to me, looking at me and smiling. When my mom finally got to the phone, he got up and went to make some tea and brought some biscuits. When I was done talking, he insisted I have some tea with him. I didn't, and he just kept on trying to strike a conversation, but this time the tone of the conversation was different. He asked me how old exactly I was and I told him 12 or 13.

I have no idea why I lied when I was older than 9. He told me his age and although I knew he was much older, I felt really weirded out that he wanted to talk to me so badly or had any interest in being my friend. My alarms do go off every time I was around him, but my guess I didn't feel overly in danger. He then proceeded to tell me that I was so beautiful and asked me whether I had a boyfriend.

He asked me if I had already. dated boys and what type of boys I liked. I was just so uncomfortable and so eager to leave at that point and he would just keep dragging me into these weird conversations so I could tell he was drinking that day. When I began moving towards a door, he followed me. Eventually, we were both outside. However, in order to get down from the tower, you need to walk this narrow path towards the stairs. He stood blocking it so that I couldn't leave. He got very close to me and I freaked out. The only escape tactic I could come up with as a child was to pretend. that I'm seeing someone from the top of the tower. So I began waving my hand at the road down the

bottom and towards houses in the distance pretending I see someone and I know and say like, oh look, that's my uncle. He's waving at me. The creep looked in that direction, but either he didn't care or could tell that I was lying. I kept on telling him that my uncle who waved as a big, angry man. And if I won't come home down this incident and go home, we both are going to be in trouble. The creep didn't budge. He got even closer. and eventually pressed me against the railing. He kept on asking me his weird questions whilst I was terrified to move because I didn't want to move my body against his, if that makes any sense, so I just froze.

He asked me if I could go on a date with him and that he is looking for a girlfriend. And at that particular moment, someone was coming up the stairs to the tower, so he let me go, but asked me to come back. I've not told anyone about this encounter at that stage because I was afraid that my parents would get angry. I also just felt embarrassed and thought that people would judge me for what's happened. Sometime later I was home and it was around 9 p.m. I know the time because it was my bedtime.

Suddenly a car came into our driveway. I came to see who it was through the front room door and I could see it was the creep, but this time with other guys, blasting music in his car and shouted my name. I have no idea how he knew where I lived. He must have followed me one day. My dad was outraged. He asked me who these people were. but before I could even answer, he rushed outside.

Apparently the creep asked me for me to go out to him and his friends. My dad obviously refused, saying that I am a child and too young to hang out with them or go out at this time of night, and that if he sees any one of them ever again, you'll beat the living daylights out of him. So they drove away. I was so upset with my dad that he called me a child in front of them, so stupid. I think because we live so far away from everything, I was really keen to make friends as there were no kids around.

and such. For a while after that, I haven't seen the creeper heard of him. Significant time later, I was walking to my dad's work again and I've completely forgotten about the creep. He was working in the docks too with his friends, maybe those that came with him that night in the car, or maybe these were just his co-workers. I got scared when I saw him and even thought he shouted hi. I pretended not to know him. He said something to his friends and I remember so clearly how one of his friends explained loudly, her? I guess he told them about me, or his interest in me, but no one expected me to be a child. I looked at the guy that exclaimed.

He was staring at me in utter disbelief. He must have been 20 or 25 or so, I think. And the creep was saying something to him. His friend screamed at him, Have you lost your mind? Clearly, the creep didn't see me as a child like everyone else did. Fast forward again, maybe half a year later. One day, I was home alone in the evening

waiting for my parents to come back from work. We lived in a very safe community, so sometimes I'd be home by myself for a little bit, after school till my parents got home. I was playing a game whereby I was a singer. I had this stage created in the living room and I was performing in front of chairs pretending there were my live audience. It was pitch black outside. At some point during my performance, I see someone staring at me through the living room window. That person must have been crouched down as only top of the face could be seen from the bottom. As soon as that person realized I saw them,

they ran away. I was so embarrassed that someone saw me performing. Scared and shy. shocked at the same time. That I was literally glued to the floor. I didn't know whether that was him. Our dog didn't react at all, maybe because music was playing very loudly. I was scared to go outside the house to check, but peered through the window, however, no one was there. That person had to climb over the wooden fence to get to our living room window. I told my parents about it. I've also asked my friend whether it was him who came around, but he said it wasn't him. I don't know if my friend felt shy to admit he was watching me or whether it was the creep. To finish this up, one day I went to docks too with my dad, as my dad needed something from there from work.

I saw the old guard that I knew well and asked about the creep and was told that he doesn't work there anymore. I don't know what happened of him. I never told my parents about what's happened. So, even though I know our past will never cross, let's not meet. God said, you're my wife. A few years ago, my boyfriend and best friend of four years had just done. I was using this website Meet Me to Meet People in my area while I was in college. My profile clearly stated that I was not explicitly looking for anyone to date, just wanted

to meet new people. I had just been dumped, so I was really trying to put myself out there, and I'm not really the type to go out. In my area, there is a giant dance-a-thon that my university did every year to raise money for a children's hospital. I had someone messaged me and asked if I had heard of it. I told him my dance team usually performed at it every year. He told me he was actually one of the children that was supported by the event when he was younger.

I thought that was really cool, so I asked him a little about his experience with that and genuinely thought it was interesting. After a while, that conversation was kind of dead, and I didn't really have much else to say. Plus, it was getting late, and I kind of wanted to go to bed. I told him so, and after about 10 minutes of lying in my bed trying to sleep, I get another notification. I glanced at it real fast, and this dude had just sent me a novel. After this event, I swiftly deleted the account, so unfortunately, I don't have access to the exact messages, so I'm just going to do my best remember. The first one went a little something like, look, I'll be honest. I really want to keep talking to you.

In fact, I'd actually really like to take you on a date sometime. You seem like a really nice girl and very sweet and interesting. I think we would get along extremely well. I am kind of alone in this world. Insert long-winded commentary about his loneliness. here. He also did not use any punctuation, so it took me a long time to dissect this. I responded and told him I wasn't interested in and was about seven years older than me. I was 20 at the time and tried to say good night again.

Then he responded with another novel along the lines of, I don't think you understand you are perfect for me. You are made for me. I'm sure of it. God speaks to me, you know. God wants us to be together and we will be. One day, you will be mine. I'm trying to be polite because he was so nice earlier and I guess I'm naive. I don't totally know, but I kept responding trying to let him down easy.

Here are some more highlights. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But God has decided this. Who are we to deny him of his plan? Some day in the future we will end up together. You will realize it soon. We're going to have three children.

I know their names. Two boys, one girl. God spoke their names to me. I wrote them down when I was seven years old and I still have the paper. Do you know how I know you're going to be my wife because I wrote your name down on it? You will be my wife. Don't make a mistake. God is talking to me now.

He's saying your name to me. I can't let you leave. At that point, I blocked and reported him. Nope, the hell off the site and went to bed all creeped out. Morning came and he had found me on Facebook and he was going on and on and on and starting with comments along the lines of, where did you go? How could you do this to me? You're denying your fate. He did it all night. I freaked out, told him to leave me alone pretty aggressively, and blocked him.

I deleted all the social media apps off my phone for the next few days. I asked my roommates to stay at home with me. They agreed after I told him what happened. I was actually genuinely afraid of this dude was coming to get me. I mean, he was local and I had made a nice conversation by telling him my major and some clubs I was in. He could have showed up anywhere. But thankfully, he didn't, and that was the end of that. So creepy, meet me, dude.

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