Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Lauren's Cruel Fixation A High School Nightmare of Bullying, Harassment, and Abuse #67

Episode Date: September 6, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#psychologicalhorror #bullyingstory #highschoolnightmare #toxicobsession #trueterror  "Lauren's Cruel Fixation: A High School Nightmare of Bullying, Harassment, and Abuse" dives into the terrifying reality of being the target of someone’s dark obsession. What begins as typical teenage drama slowly turns into a psychological horror story when Lauren, a popular but deeply disturbed student, develops a twisted fixation on a classmate. As the victim endures relentless emotional torment, manipulation, and cruelty, the school turns a blind eye. This chilling tale explores the horrors of unchecked abuse, toxic envy, and how the scariest monsters can be hiding in plain sight—in the hallways, the classrooms, and even behind a friendly smile.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, bullyinghorror, schooltrauma, psychologicalabuse, obsessionstory, realhorrors, teenagehorror, highschoolterror, victimstory, mentalmanipulation, disturbingencounter, emotionalabuse, cruelfixation, traumarecovery, schoolnightmare

Okay, so let me tell you about this girl. Her name's Lauren. And no, she's not just some random girl in my school, she's like, the bane of my existence. Ever since I transferred to this school in my second year of high school, she's had this weird obsession with me. I don't know if she secretly hates me or if she's just a chaotic demon sent here to ruin my life for her own entertainment. For context, I'm five feet three inches, yeah, I know, I'm short for. for a dude, get your laughs out now, and she's freaking six feet four inches. Six. Four. Like, she's a literal giantess. Volleyball player, athletic, probably strong enough to pick me up

and toss me across the gym like a dodgeball. I swear, she could probably fold me in half like a lawn chair if she wanted to. And for some reason, she only does this stuff to me. No one else. Just me. It's like she picked me as her favorite chew toy or something. Let me break this down for you, because I don't think y'all understand how unhinged this girl is. The headlocks, nearly every single day. Lauren will creep up on me like a damn ninja, and next thing I know, boom, she's got me in a headlock. And it's not some gentle, huh, I'm your friend, kind of headlock. No, it's like she's trying to cut off circulation to my brain.

I'll be flailing around like, let me go. I can't breathe, and she's just laughing her Amazonian ass off. Nobody helps. Not a single soul. Oh, some of them will mumble things like, uh, hey Lauren, maybe let him go, but you can tell they're too scared to actually step in. I don't blame them, though. If I was 5 feet 7 inches and saw a 6 feet 4 inches volleyball player with biceps like tree trunks choking out a guy half her size, I'd probably mind my own business too. The weird part. If any of her friends try to put me in a headlock or mess with me, she snaps. Like, she gets pissed. I don't get it. So it's okay for her to terrorize me, but if one of her volleyball friends tries it, suddenly she's acting like my bodyguard.

Make it make sense. In class, if I'm unlucky enough to be sitting near her in class, and I usually am, because the universe hates me, she'll poke me. Constantly. Like some hyperactive toddler who just discovered how fingers work. Hey shrimp, poke, poke, poke. Stuart Little, watch her writing, poke, poke, poke. Chicken Nugget, did you miss me? Poke, poke, poke.

She pulls my hair. throws little bits of paper at me, steals my pens, whispers insults under her breath like loser or smuff while the teacher's talking, and don't even get me started on quizzes. Lauren? She doesn't study. Lauren cheats. And guess who she cheats off? Me. Move your arm, tiny. I can't see your answers. I'm not helping you. I whispered. I whispered. her back. Fine. I'll just take your paper then, and she does. One time she yanked my quiz straight off my desk, filled out her answers, and handed it back before the teacher noticed. I can't believe I haven't failed because of her yet. Lunchtime nightmare. This girl forces

me to sit with her at lunch. If I try to sit anywhere else, she'll march over, grab me by the hoodie like a toddler getting dragged to time out and plop me down next to her. You're eating with me, short stack. No, I'm not. Let me go, you want to bet? Try me. If I resist, she puts me in another chokehold. In the cafeteria. In front of everybody. Say, please, and I'll let go, please stop being crazy, and she laughs. Every damn time. Volleyball games and the Rake incident. Here's where it gets even worse. Whenever she has a volleyball game, she threatens me to show up and cheer for her. I better see your tiny ass in the bleachers tonight, or else.

I'm not going, Lauren, oh. You're not. Okay, the next thing I know, she's chasing me through the school parking lot wielding a rake like some kind of deranged farm villain. Yes, a rake. Like the gardening tool. I was screaming. Get back here. Shrimp, you're insane. Someone help me. No one helped. Again. She steals my stuff.

Lauren has this nasty habit of straight up stealing my stuff. She doesn't even try to hide it. One time, I was freaking out because one of my sneakers went missing. Guess where I found it? In her bag. Why the hell is my shoe in your backpack? I don't know. Maybe it walked there on its own. Give it back, Lauren. She denied everything with the straightest face, like she wasn't holding my Air Force one hostage. Another time, I left my phone on my desk for two seconds. When I came back, she was holding it and trying to unlock it. What are you doing with my phone? Just checking if you had any cute selfies saved. Chill, you're a menace. The hallway torture. This girl follows me around the halls like a damn shadow. She'll trip me, shove me into locker.

not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to humiliate me, and laugh when I almost eat it face-first on the tile floor. One time, she replaced my regular pen with one of those buzzer pens. I nearly had a heart attack in the middle of biology when I tried to write and got zapped. Ha! Gotcha, little guy. I hate you. You love me. No, I don't. The car ride, but here's the weirdest part. One afternoon, Lauren saw me waiting for the bus and offered me a ride home. My dad's picking me up. Hop in, I'll give you a lift. Uh, no thanks. I'm good, did I ask if you were good? Get in the car. Next thing I know, I'm in the backseat of her dad's SUV, thinking this is where I die. But during the ride, she acted normal. Like,

scary normal. No insults. No poking. She actually asked me about my hobbies. She actually asked me about my hobbies and stuff. So, you play video games? That's cool. Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? She laughed. She laughed like a regular human being. The plushy incident. One day, I brought this little plushy to school. Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm a teenage dude carrying a stuffed animal. It was sentimental, okay? Lauren saw it and instantly snatched it from me. Ah, what's this? Little baby needs his teddy. Give it back, Lauren. Say please, please. Too slow. She held it high over her head and taunted me. Then she tossed it to her friends, and they started playing keepaway. Stop. That's important to me. I was practically climbing them like a squirrel trying to get it back. Finally, Lauren handed it back. Here. Don't bring baby toys to school, shrimp. She's a hypocrite. But here, but here. Here's the kicker, if anyone else tries to mess with me, Lauren loses it. One time some random guy flicked the back of my head in class, and before I could even react,

Lauren was in his face like, Do that again, and I'll snap your fingers backward. He didn't do it again. So let me get this straight. She's allowed to terrorize me, but no one else can. How does that work? I'm done. At this point, I've had enough. I can't take this anymore.

Does she not understand social cues? Is she just messing with me for fun? Or is this some twisted way of showing affection? I don't care anymore. I'm reporting her. I'm telling the school. Hell, I'm telling her parents. Let's see how the giant pink princess reacts when the tables turn.

Wish me luck. That's how a killer or a criminal is born. But thankfully, the good person always reacts. the right way, because if it had been the other way around, that little girl would be dead. The end.