Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - He Poisoned Me on Our First Date Because He Thought My Allergy Wasn’t Real #2

Episode Date: July 10, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #poisoning #allergies #toxicrelationships #survivorstories #datingnightmare  On their very first date, the narrator’s date deliberately poisoned them, convinced their allergy was a fabrication. This harrowing experience reveals the terrifying consequences of disbelief and toxic behavior, leaving the survivor shaken but unbroken.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, poisoning, allergies, toxicrelationships, betrayal, survival, firstdate, truecrime, dangerouspeople, abuse, trauma, cautionarytale, datingnightmare, trustbroken, nearfatal

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and I figured, why not share the whole roller coaster in full detail? Buckle up, because this ride is wild. I was 16. Just a regular teen with regular teen stuff going on, school, messy emotions, awkward flirting, the works. That year, I started dating this guy I thought was sweet, funny, maybe a little girl. Goofy. You know the type. We had a few decent convoes, hung out a couple times at school events, and decided to go out on an actual date. Cool, right? Now here's the thing, I've got a shellfish

allergy. Not like the, I might get hives, kind. Nah. Full-blown AP-Pen on standby, throat closing, scary kind of allergy. If a shrimp so much as looks in my direction the wrong way, I'm toast. I'm not exaggerating either. My foster parents, my teachers, pretty much everyone around me knew it. I carried that pen like it was my damn phone. Anyway, we're talking about where to eat, and he mentions craving seafood. So, I gently bring up my allergy. Not dramatic, just as simple, hey, I can't do seafood, especially shellfish. Super allergic. Like, emergency room. level allergic. He nods, says he understands, and we decide on a place that has seafood, sure, but also plenty of non-seafood options. I figured as long as I communicated and the staff

was careful, it'd be okay. We get to the restaurant. Place smells like garlic butter and ocean vibes, delicious for some, death trap for me. I immediately tell the waiter about my allergy. He takes it seriously, jots it down, assures me. they've got protocols, says the kitchen staff will be super cautious and keep everything separate. Cool. I even double check. Better safe than dying, right? Our food comes out and I get this nice looking salad. Crisp lettuce, a little feta, some cranberries, balsamic on the side, nothing suspicious. I dig in, just chatting away. Everything seems fine. But then, like Five minutes in, my throat starts to itch.

Not like a dry cough kind of itch. No, this was that internal, terrifying, something is wrong, feeling. My mouth feels weird. My lips are tingling. I freeze. I know that feeling. I drop my fork. Dig through my bag like a maniac and grab my epipen.

I inject myself right there at the table. My hands are shaking. My heart's going nuts. I look at him, my date, and manage to gasp, call an ambulance. Now, he fumbles with his phone, finally calls. I'm sitting there sweating, barely able to talk, panic rising. The EMTs arrive fast. They rush in, and I get three more injections on top of the one I'd already used.

They load me up and take me to the hospital. Now here's where it goes from scary to downright evil. While I'm laid up in the hospital bed, barely conscious, still fighting for my breath, one of the EMT says something to the nurses that makes everyone go quiet. Turns out, while I was in the restroom before the food came, my date decided it'd be funny, or whatever twisted logic he had, to chop up tiny pieces of shrimp and toss them into my salad. Yup. You heard that right. He deliberately poisoned me.

me. Why? Well, according to what he told the EMT, he didn't believe I was really allergic. He thought I made it up for attention. So, in his infinite damassery, he decided to, test me. You know, prove I was faking. Because apparently, going into anaphylactic shock is a fun little experiment. The EMT, horrified, bless that guy, immediately informed the hospital staff. The hospital's The hospital staff contacted the police. And boom, now it's not just a medical emergency. It's a potential crime scene. So the police go to his house.

I don't know all the details, but I heard later they questioned him and came back to talk to my foster parents. The kid's story started changing faster than a politician's promises. First, he claimed the restaurant must have messed up. Said they probably just didn't clean a knife or something. something. Classic deflection. But then, when pushed, he went full gaslight mode and told my foster parents that I put the shrimp in myself. That I was trying to... There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same

speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the U.S. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampacked with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra.

New Sports Extra customers only. Stand up pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Get attention. Yeah. Let that sink in. I supposedly poisoned myself for drama. In public. On a first date.

In a crowded restaurant. His parents, naturally, backed him up. Swore their baby boy would never do something so awful. Claimed I was making it up, probably trying to ruin his life, or that I was mentally unstable. They were ready to go to war over it. My foster parents, though, had seen me through enough to know better. They believed me, 100%. But they also weren't fans of dragging kids through court, especially if the legal system might just slap

him on the wrist. After a lot of discussion, they decided not to press charges. Said it wasn't worth the emotional trauma. I get why they did that. Doesn't mean it didn't sting. The guy literally could have killed me. But he walked. So what happened to him? Life happened. And karma? She took notes. Fast forward a few years. I'm out of that town, living my life. And one day, through social media grapevines and mutual friends, I catch wind of some news. Jail. Yup. He finally got his orange jumpsuit moment.

Not for what he did to me, unfortunately. But for a whole stack of white-collar crimes. Turns out, our boy had a habit of stealing. Not petty theft either, he went all in. First, he was part of a fraternal organization, some volunteer grimes. group or club thing, and when he got elected secretary, he started siphoning funds. Just small amounts at first. Then more.

No one noticed until thousands were missing. Then he got a job doing accounting stuff for a local business. Guess what? Cooked the books. Like, full-on financial fraud. Redirected funds, created fake expenses, hit profits. The works. The boss caught on after a year of inconsistencies.

Third time was the charm, and also his downfall. He started working with a company that helped first-time home buyers. You know, young couples, families trying to start over. He used his position to skim off their payments. Tampered with contracts, misreported fees, basically stole money from people who were already struggling. Real charming guy. He never confessed to any of it. Not a shred of remorse. Just denial and blaming others, same as before. Sound familiar?

Eventually, investigators built up enough evidence to nail him. He got convicted on multiple counts of fraud. Judge wasn't feeling generous that day, he got years. Last I heard, he's still serving time. Me? I moved on. Mostly. I still carry two EpiPen's. I still carry two EpiPen's everywhere I go, just in case. Still flinch a little when someone suggests seafood. And yeah, I have trust issues. But I'm here. Breathing. Laughing. Living. And the boy who tried to prove I was faking it. He's behind bars. So I guess the moral of the story is, believe people when they tell you who they are. And if someone says they have a life-threatening allergy, maybe don't try to prove them wrong with a side of shrimp. The end. But also, not really. Because people like that guy.

They're out there. And stories like mine. They happen more often than you'd think. So yeah, stay safe, trust your gut, and if your date starts talking about testing anyone's limits, run. Like, full sprint. Shoes off, dignity be damned. Thanks for reading. The end.