Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Shocking Encounters With Stalkers and Strangers That Still Haunt the Survivors PART1 #37

Episode Date: October 12, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truehorrorstories #stalkerstories #creepystories #realhorrorstories #nightmaretales  This part of the series dives into shocking first-hand accounts of people who faced stalkers and unsettling strangers. From eerie late-night encounters to relentless harassment, each story captures the unsettling fear of being watched and pursued.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, stalkerstories, truehorror, realhorrorstories, creepyencounters, unsettlingstories, strangerdanger, realnightmares, survivalstories, terrifyingencounters, fearstories, truecrimehorror, nightmarefuel, hauntingexperiences, realcreepystories

Horror. The Story of Jeff, a cautionary internet nightmare. I've got a story that still makes my stomach twist every time I think about it. It's not one of those funny little internet anecdotes you share over drinks. It's the kind of memory that sneaks up on you late at night when the house is quiet, and you suddenly remember how close you came to real danger without even realizing it. Honestly, looking back, I still can't believe how far it went before I finally pieced things together. And the craziest part, it all started with nothing more than an old blogging site, my college girlfriend, and a stranger on the internet who turned out to be way, way darker than he first appeared.

If you're younger than 30, you probably don't even remember LiveJournal. But if you're my age or older, that site was basically Tumblr before Tumblr. It was where all the lonely, angsty, half-baked writers and poets of the internet gathered to overshare their feelings at 2am. You could rant about your professors, post-song lyrics you thought perfectly summed up your broken heart, and meet random strangers from across the globe who also didn't know what the hell they were doing with their lives. It was raw, messy, and in a weird way, kind of comforting. Back then, I was in college and using live journal constantly. My girlfriend, friend at the time was just as obsessed with it as I was. We were young, chaotic, and documenting

pretty much every detail of our relationship online. Looking back, we put way too much of ourselves out there. We treated live journal like a diary, not realizing the whole world could peek in if they wanted. And one day, someone did. That someone's name was Jeff. Now, if you just heard the name Jeff, you might think of a boring, everyday guy, some neighbor with a beer belly and a grill. But our Jeff, no. He was the kind of guy who should have set off alarm bells immediately. But of course, being young and naive, we didn't see it at first. Jeff's whole vibe was off. Not in the obvious, oh, this dude is a psycho way, but more like the kind of weird that doesn't make sense until later. His profile screamed contradictions.

described himself as a hardcore, born-again Christian, super conservative, waving a metaphorical Bible in one hand. And yet, he also had a giant Confederate flag slapped across his page. Now picture this. My girlfriend and I were two queer college girls openly writing about our relationship online. Why in the world would Mr. Bible and Flag even want to talk to us? The math wasn't mathing. But Jeff wanted to be friends. He commented on her posts, messaged her constantly, acted like he genuinely cared about our little rants about classes and music and late-night ramen dinners. My girlfriend, being the type who saw the good and everyone, thought he was harmless. Oh, come on, just add him back, he told me more than once.

He seems nice. So, to shut her up, I did. At first, he really did seem like just another internet overshareer. He wrote long posts about his life in New England, how he used to work at a hardware store and how he had recently moved to Florida. Supposedly, he'd made the move to be closer to his girlfriend, a girl he called Julie. And boy, did he talk about Julie. Every single post was about her. If you've ever met that one friend who can't shut up about their relationship, multiply that by 10, and you'd get Jeff. He poured out endless pages of tragic love poems, dramatic diary entries, and rante declarations about how much he missed her. It was like his entire identity revolved around this one woman.

According to him, they were separated against their will, some tragic Romeo and Juliet thing, and he was wasting away without her. At first, I thought he was just being melodramatic. A lot of people on Live Journal were. But then little details started to nag at me. For example, he mentioned the last time he saw her was the end her sophomore year of college. The way he phrased it made my brain itch. Something about it felt wrong.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend was texting him on the side, and Jeff, he was clingy as hell. If she didn't reply instantly, he'd send 30, 40 hey messages in a row. It was suffocating. But through those endless texts, she learned more about his supposed love story. According to him, he met Julie on live journal years earlier. They'd fallen in love online, he moved closer to her, and then her parents swooped in like villains in a bad teen movie and broke them apart. He was convinced they were destined to reunite. In his head, all he had to do was wait for her to get back to college, and then they'd be together again. He claimed her friends were blocking his attempts to reach her, intercepting her messages, even cutting him off from her phone. Basically, everyone around Julie

was keeping her from him. My girlfriend, being the hopeless romantic she was, believed him. She actually started offering to help him find Julie again. Me? My BS radar was going off like crazy. Something about his story stank. Like, okay, dude, you're supposedly this tragic Romeo, but why can't you just create a new account or figure out some other way to reach her if you're so desperate? The whole thing just didn't add up. I don't remember every detail perfectly. It's been over a decade, but I do remember the exact moment when my gut told me something was very, very wrong. My girlfriend was literally compiling information about Julie, preparing to hand it over to this guy, and I felt my stomach drop. That's when I decided to do some digging on my own. So, I googled him. And what I found

turned my blood cold. The truth about Jeff. The first real piece of dirt I uncovered was that Jeff had been fired from a job back in New England. The reason, he'd been hitting on a teenage girl at work. Not just casual flirting either. He'd been reported for being creepy and crossing lines. That alone made me sit back and whisper, oh shit. But it got worse. The deeper I dug, the more horror. The more horror the puzzle became. Turns out, Jeff hadn't met Julian College like he claimed. He'd actually found her on Live Journal when she was just 15. 15. And Jeff, he was in his late 30s. It hit me like a punch in the chest. She wasn't some college sweetheart he'd been tragically separated from. She was a kid. Just a lonely, insecure teenager posting her feelings online like so many of us did.

back then, and he zeroed in on her like a hawk. He messaged her constantly, showered her with attention, told her everything a vulnerable teen wants when she feels unseen. Eventually, he actually drove across the country to her hometown, not to meet her parents, not to introduce himself properly, but to literally lurk outside her high school, like some nightmare predator who thought he was the hero of a romance novel. And when he got her alone, he'd didn't bring flowers, he didn't bring promises of a future together, he pressured her into running away with him. And eventually, they ended up in his car. What happened next wasn't romantic. It was abuse. Whether it was forced, manipulated, or consensual under his lies, doesn't matter. She was 15. He was

nearly 40. That's statutory rape. End of discussion. Julie filed a police report afterward. She She even got a restraining order. She tried to take back her life. But Jeff didn't stop. By the time my girlfriend and I were talking to him online, he'd already been stalking her for four years. Four. We weren't chatting with some heartbroken guy mourning his college girlfriend.

We were chatting with a predator who had been obsessively hunting the same girl since she was a child. And my girlfriend, she was about two seconds away from handing him Julie's personal info and helping him track her down all over again. Trying to stop him. The second I realized what was happening, I panicked. I called the police, thinking surely this was the kind of thing they'd jump on. Spoiler, they didn't. Because he hadn't technically broken the restraining order recently,

at least nothing they could prove at that exact moment, there wasn't much they could do. Posting endless love poems on Live Journal wasn't against the law. The cops basically shrugged and said, Call us if he makes a move again. I wanted to scream. Here was this man clearly obsessed, clearly dangerous, and they were telling me their hands were tied?

Meanwhile, Jeff kept bombarding my girlfriend with messages, and she, bless her stubborn heart, still wanted to believe he was just misunderstood. She didn't want to accept that we'd accidentally let a predator into our lives. But then Jeff showed his, true colors directly. One night, completely out of the blue, he sent her a string of graphic sexual comments about me. Stuff so vile and disgusting, I felt sick reading it. That was finally enough for her. We blocked him everywhere, deleted him from our live journals, cut off the texts,

wiped him from our lives like he never existed. And that was the last time I ever heard from Jeff. Looking back. Years later, I still think about Julie. I hope she got away. I hope she healed, that she built a life where she never has to look over her shoulder again. She deserved so much better than to be hunted by a man who turned the internet into his personal hunting ground. As for Jeff, I honestly don't care where he is. Best case scenario, he's locked up or dead in a ditch somewhere because some people don't deserve sympathy. Some people don't deserve second chances, and Jeff was one of them. To be continued.