Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - He Said He Loved Me, Then Killed Hamsters to Prove It A Tale of Obsession and Fear #73

Episode Date: July 29, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #psychologicalhorror #obsession #toxicrelationships #fearstory #darkpsychology  “He Said He Loved Me, Then Killed Hamsters to Prove It: A Tale of Obsession and Fear”A chilling story of love twisted into obsession and cruelty. The narrator recounts how a disturbing act—killing hamsters—became a twisted proof of love, plunging them into a world of fear and psychological torment. This tale explores the dark corners of toxic relationships and the fine line between affection and terror.A haunting psychological horror about manipulation, fear, and the price of obsession.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  psychologicalhorror, obsession, toxicrelationships, fearandmanipulation, darkpsychology,  abuseandcontrol, emotionalterror, hauntingstory, twistedlove, mentalabuse,  survivorstory, nightmarehorror, disturbingacts, relationshiphorror, fearandcontrol

I was about 13 when it all started. Back in the early 2010s, I was that awkward kid who thought uploading low-quality YouTube videos was peak content creation. My videos were cringy, chaotic, and mostly pointless, but I loved them anyway. It made me feel like I had something to offer, even if it was just a weird, blurry video of me rambling about movies or random emo stuff. One day, I uploaded a video and got a comment not long after. It was simple, hey, you're beautiful. Now, if I could go back, I'd slap younger me and say, don't engage. But back then?

That comment hit me like a lightning bolt. I'd been bullied most of my life and never once thought of myself as even remotely attractive. So of course, I responded. Thanks so much. I replied, feeling oddly flattered. Curiosity led me to click on his profile. His channel was filled with horror clamations. Graphic ones, full of blood, violence, and disturbing scenes that looked like they came straight out of a nightmare.

But I was into horror movies and considered myself a bit of an artsy weirdo, so I was intrigued. He commented again, asking for my Instagram handle. I gave it to him without thinking. That was the moment everything changed. We started talking every single day. He was about four years older than me. That didn't feel like a big deal at the time, but it matters more when you look back with clearer eyes. We bonded over horror, art, true crime, all the dark stuff that seemed cool when you were a misfit emo teen with no meds and too many intrusive thoughts.

But he was always off. Like, unsettling in subtle ways. He'd go on about how much he hated the kids at his school and talked about serial killers like they were celebrities. He admired them, idolized them, even. He said things like, I wish I could do what they did, and made jokes about causing a massacre. His claimation videos were graphic, beyond anything I could have imagined. They depicted sexual violence, mutilation, torture. Looking back, I don't know why I kept replying.

Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe I saw myself in him. He told me he was bullied too, that he had. had no friends. He said he thought he was a psychopath or maybe a sociopath. I didn't flinch. I guess I was desperate to feel connected to someone, even if they were a little, or a lot, unhinged. We stayed friends for nearly five years. Every day, messaging, sending memes, talking about our depressing lives and love for all things spooky. I had romantic relationships in real life, and I told him we could never be more than friends.

He lived in eastern Canada, I was in the Midwest US. He said he loved me anyway. Not in a healthy way, but in the way someone mentally ill and obsessed thinks they love someone. In late 2018, I got a pet gerbil. I was obsessed with her. I told him all about her, showed him picks, went on and on about how much I adored rodents. I didn't think anything of it when he replied normally. Then on February 7, 2019, he asked me a weird question, what's your reaction to animals being killed?

I told him I was pretty desensitized. My sister used to show me all these disturbing best gore videos when I was younger. He said he was desensitized to everything. I shrugged it off. Then came May 19, 2019. That's the day that still haunts me. He went to a pet smart, bought three hands. hamsters, and brought them home. He made a video. Not a cute pet video, no, he filmed

himself torturing and murdering those hamsters. He microwaved them, sliced them, filmed it all, edited it, and posted the video on various sites, Reddit, YouTube, Instagram, Twitter. Anywhere he could. At first, I didn't believe it. People were commenting on his posts, calling him a monster, leaving hate messages. I thought it was a hoax. He sent me the video himself. Deleted it right after, but I saw the thumbnail. The image of tiny bodies drenched in blood burned into my brain. He sent screenshots too, deleted them quickly, but not before I saw enough. Did I block him? Cut him off? Nope. Not immediately. I wish I had. But I didn't. I called the police that same day, reported everything.

But I kept messaging him for a while. Part of it was fear. I didn't know what he'd do if I ghosted him. He knew my name, my city, even what I looked like. And I had no one else. No friends. No support. So I kept the line open.

Over time, we talked less and less. The final message was on April 4th. 2020. It took a while for me to piece it all together. Someone from Kiwi Farms who had tracked the case reached out to me. They pointed out some chilling things. One, he only got those hamsters after I got my gerbil and he knew I adored rodents. Two, he asked me about animal deaths a few months before he did it. Three, he messaged me ten days before the crime, saying he was adopting hamsters. Four, he told me again, sent me a cute video of them in his lap. I responded, they're adorable. And days later, he butchered them. That's not coincidence. People who read our messages

said he was obsessed with me. Reading back, I'm horrified at what I allowed him to say. He flirted, in this really warped, predatory way. Called me, sexy and beautiful, constantly. Drew pictures of me, told me he loved me. I was his only friend. Some people believe he did it to hurt me, to get my attention, to show his twisted idea of love. He couldn't stand the fact that I had a boyfriend in real life. Maybe he wanted me to feel pain. Maybe he thought he was showing me devotion by destroying something I cared about, something like the animals I loved. That's the sickest part. It was personal. He was eventually charged in May 2020 and sentenced in August 2021. He got 18 months conditional, can't be online unsupervised, can't go near pet stores.

They diagnosed him with severe autism and said he had the emotional maturity of a 12-year-old. Which, to be honest, doesn't make me feel safer. Sometimes, I still message the Instagram account. I type out full paragraphs, telling him how much he messed me up. How scared I am. How angry I am. I know he probably won't see them, but some twisted part of me wants him to know. Maybe when his sentence is up, he'll respond.

Maybe not. I want closure, but I'm terrified of it. I saw his face again for the first time in a year recently and had a panic attack. My doctor says I have PTSD because of him. I believe it. He knows where I live. He knows my name. He knows how to hurt living things.

And yet, in this weird messed up way, I still miss him. Not the things he did, but the connection. The idea of someone knowing me that well. It's messed up, I know. I've never really told a full story before. Posting this here is my way of letting it out. There's more I could say, so many things I left out. If anyone wants to ask questions or talk, just comment.

It's hard to believe I let someone like that into my life. Even harder to accept that I stayed long after I saw the darkness. But I was young, lonely, and desperate for someone, anyone, to see me. And he did. He saw me. Just not in the way I hoped. Thanks for reading this far. The end.