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Hope you enjoy this episode. I have always been good friends with one of my cousins Cole, who's the same age as I am. The two of us were not quite inseparable, but we always did get along very well together and were often found together both in school and outside of it. When we were 12 and in the sixth grade, I was hanging out with Cole on a Friday afternoon around the later part of May and we were psyched. At the start of the weekend we had wound up at his house since we didn't live too far from me and at one point my mom called to say that our grandpa was in the hospital. While the issue with our grandpa wasn't expected to be life threatening, he was being kept at the hospital overnight for observation and both my parents and Coles were planning on staying with him and grandma at the hospital. I was told that I was given the okay to stay at Coles house for the night with Coles 15 year old brother Hunter being in charge while our parents were out. This was fine by us. I got along well enough with Hunter and he was never the bossy older brother cousin that some of my other friends said they had to put up with. We ordered out for pizza and enjoyed goofing off as boys that age tend to do. At around nine or so there was a knock at the front door and Cole went to answer it. I was a bit curious as to who it could be at that time of the night and so I watched from a ways. Back at the door were two older guys. They said that they were with the city and that they were investigating reports about the water pressure supposedly being bad and the neighborhood. They asked Cole if his parents were home and when Cole said they were unavailable at that moment, the guy started asking a bunch of questions about how the water pressure was in the house and if they could come inside to Check. Hunter came over at that point and politely told the guys that the water pressure was fine and perhaps they should just move on to check on other homes in the neighborhood. The guys seemed reluctant to leave, but turned and walked away after Hunter started closing the door. After the door was shut, we looked at each other and shrugged, but didn't think too much of it after that and went back to goofing off. Eventually, we decided to go to bed. Cole and Hunter shared a bedroom and we all agreed that I would sleep in there with them rather than me hitting the sack on the couch or something like that so that we could talk while we fell asleep. And Hunter grabbed a sleeping bag out of their camping supplies for me. When we got into their bedroom, they stripped down to their briefs and I remember Cole had mentioned to me once a while back that they had started sleeping in just their underwear. Since I hadn't originally planned on staying the night, I hadn't brought anything with me from home as far as overnight stuff. But since I wasn't in the mood to sleep in my clothes, I stripped down to my briefs as well. Though I felt a bit embarrassed even though we were all guys there and I knew they wouldn't say anything or be judgmental. They climbed into their beds and I quickly crawled into the sleeping bag and after talking for a while about random stuff, we eventually fell asleep. Early the next morning I got up because I had to pee and so I quietly got out of the sleeping bag and went and did my business in the bathroom. On the way back to the bedroom, I heard something in the family room, which was on the opposite end of the house from the bedrooms and the particular bathroom I was using. I didn't pay too much attention to it at the time, thinking it must be either Cole or Hunter, until I got back into the bedroom and realized that both of them were still in there. Trying not to panic, I woke them and told them that I thought someone was in the house. They quietly followed me and the moment we walked into the family room, we saw the two guys from the night before in there and it was rather clear they were robbing the place. One of them started moving towards us as he pulled out a wicked looking knife. The three of us promptly raced to the front door, somehow managed to get it unlocked and open, and we fled outside. As luck would have it, a cop was driving by at that particular moment. We quickly flagged him down and told him about the two guys in the house. The cop called for backup and within a couple of minutes several other cops were there and they proceeded to enter the house and after some searching, they caught the two guys. The cops figured out that the two guys must have entered from a window in the laundry room that had a broken latch and had probably targeted that house because while it wasn't empty, they had probably realized that there were no adults there and figured that if we discovered them, we could be more easily dealt with than adults. To add insult to injury, while we were waiting outside while the cops searched the house, some of the neighbors came out to see what the commotion was about, and this included some kids who went to the same school as Cole and me, including a few who were in the sixth grade class with us. It was during that time that the three of us realized that we had never had the chance to get dressed, so just like in the stereotypical nightmare, we had to stand outside in full view of everyone and just our briefs for what seemed like forever before being allowed back inside. When we went back to school on Monday, Cole and I had to put up with more than a bit of snickering stares and ribbing for the next few weeks until school ended for the summer. This happened about two years into our now almost nine year relationship and it still gives me chills when I think about it. My partner Ron and I had just pulled up to his mom's house after a date night and we were in the middle of saying our goodbyes. His mom's house used to be in a quiet residential area surrounded by busy main streets and a random freeway entrance two blocks over. We were not parked more than five minutes when a man coming from the house next door came up to the car with a flashlight tapping on the passenger window motioning for us to lower it. Needless to say, we were both a little freaked out as he appeared out of nowhere and refused to lower the window, especially considering we did not recognize him. He tapped harder this time and Ron told me to just drive around the block until he went away, so I drove down to the end of the street to put some distance between us and the man. That's when we see him jump into a car and drive full speed towards us. Panicked, I make a wide right turn onto the main street so that I am in the left lane. The dude does the same, except pulled into the lane on our left in the middle of oncoming traffic. At this point I am hysterical and Ron and I are trying to rationalize what is happening when I catch a glimpse of his face. He seemed so angry and I realize he's screaming something at us. I Can't make it out, so I make a jerk maneuver in front of the car to my right to dart down to the next residential street. We thought we had lost him, but he came flying down behind us only to pull up on our left again, screaming at us to get out of the car. While this is happening, Ron has the police on the phone trying to give them details about the car and the man driving. I, on the other hand, step hard on the brake and reversed it all the way back down the block to get away from the man. He must not have seen it coming because he seemed to stall for a minute. We were hoping that was the end of it, but he chased us down that street too. I realized the freeway entrance is only a block over now, so I hightail it, running a red light in the process and pull onto the freeway at the last minute. In the rearview mirror we see him stop abruptly and stare at us while we zoomed down the freeway with the police on the phone. They explain that they'll send out a patrol to scope out the area for a car of that description. Not sure if that ever happened. I drive until I was sure he wasn't following us and we were far enough away from Ron's mom's house to call my parents. We pulled into a Rite Aid parking lot and waited for them to come get us. While I am just crying hysterically that night, my stepdad drove Ron back to his mom's house where they saw no sign of the man. The next day, when Ron had told his family what happened, they went next door to confront the neighbor about it, only for the neighbor to explain that they had no company over that night, did not recognize the car, and did not know anyone of that description. So this happened to me and my best friend when we were in high school. We live in the lovely state of Hawaii and we would often go to the beach a short walk from my house when she would stay over to give a brief description of us. We are both fairly skinned females, blondish brown hair and have light colored eyes. We both look pretty similar except she has corkscrew curls. People would ask us if we were sisters while we were growing up. This is slightly important for later on in the story. A good portion of where I grew up was good old Ewa beach, deep into Iwa like Hua Bush. If anyone knows where that is or has heard of it, you know where I'm talking about. For the rest, it's an area where homeless druggies tend to hang out and the beach is actually quite rocky. If you head up the beach though, there's less rocks and less people. That nicer area of the beach is the part that's closer to my house and where we usually would go. Kind of like a secret beach location, but not really if you lived in that particular area. So one weekend, my friend, let's name her Jessica and I were hanging out at my house. We decided to go hang out at the beach and tan, do whatever. This particular day though, we had decided that instead of walking to the slightly less rocky beach, we would go to the secret beach near White Plains. No rocks, not too many people, nicer waves, more beach. It was about a 10 to 15 minute drive and we thought, what the hell, why not? We get to the beach, there's not a lot of people, it's a lovely day and we put our stuff down and just start chilling. Then it happens. Jessica and I had been there maybe all of 20 minutes when we were approached by a man that was maybe about 30 to 40 years older, average build, dark hair and a bit of facial hair. If I remember correctly. There was nothing about him at first to give us any creepy vibes. We could tell he was local and it's uncommon for strangers to come up to each other at the beach and talk story or ask something. So we thought nothing of it when the man introduced himself as Dave. However, after his polite intro, he then proceeded to tell us that he was a journalist reporter for a well known local newspaper and he was doing an article about tourists and their thoughts on less known beaches. Jessica and I immediately gave each other that side look. Like something isn't right here. That sentence alone made us suspicious for a couple reasons. One, he had no camera, notebook, pen or anything to indicate he was taking notes for his story. He was also just wearing swim trunks, not really professional appearance. Two, there was a report on the news around that time that young girls were being conned into modeling agencies and being approached by men on beaches or the mall, anywhere where tourists or locals were known to frequent and being kidnapped into human trafficking. Three, he had not given us any proof that he in fact worked at said newspaper or that his name really was Dave, like a business card. Because of this, we decided we weren't going to trust anything this guy said. I would also like to note that while we were in a secret spot, it wasn't a spot that a lot of tourists really know about or even go to. They like to go to the beaches near their hotels or the ones they have read about or heard about and wouldn't drive all the way there really. It's where locals hang out. This is kind of where our descriptions come into play because I was born and raised there. Even if I didn't look like it and so was Jessica. It would be pretty easy to mistake us for dumb tourists. Anyway, so Dave says he's writing this story, right? He then asks us what our names are and starting to look at Jessica and I up and down, almost like he's memorizing what we look like and sizing us up. Never in my life have I ever gotten such major stranger danger vibes from a guy and proceed to give him some fake name. Off the top of my head, Jessica follows suit. This is where it starts to get even creepier and uncomfortable. After a brief pause and more intense staring, Dave proceeds to say, well, are you girls hungry? I got food in my barbecue at my van if you wanted to hang out. Yes, this dude said van and points to his green colored kidnapper van. Instantly the red flags are flapping in the hurricane like winds of our instincts. Why in the world would two 15, 16 year old girls want to hang out with a middle aged man? It was almost like the teen version of asking you if you wanted cake. You just had to hop into the van. Dave wasn't even asking us questions about the beach and how we had heard about it. In fact, it was like he completely forgot the reason why he was there and just really wanted us to go to his van with him. We told him we were okay and thanks for the offer, hoping he would leave us alone. Dave wasn't going to take no for an answer. He kind of got a look on his face like he was surprised that we had turned him down and then got more forceful. Are you sure? I got chicken and some drinks. It'll be fun, he said, hoping that we would cave if he kept being persistent. Again, we told him no and he decided to leave us alone for now, only to walk to his van, sit and watch us lying on the beach. It was really unsettling to have him stare at us like that, like he was waiting to see what we would do. More so because we were two young girls in bikinis by ourselves in a somewhat closed off beach. There was a group of guys that wasn't too far from us, military guys, pretty easy to tell and Jessica and I decided to go and talk to them. Plus we felt a little safer knowing that we weren't alone on the beach with this guy. So we walked up to the group and asked them if Dave had come over to them and had asked them any questions regarding his story. The guys looked at us, then looked at Dave and said that he hadn't approached them at all and that they had been on the beach for a while before us. Jessica and I took this as a sign that it was time to pack up and go home. Dave was still watching us. He had seen our interaction with the guys as we came back and gathered up our things and walked off towards my truck. We didn't immediately walk straight to my truck, and we kind of walked past it to see if Dave had packed up his stuff to start following us. I was parked along the road and had the trees blocking the beach on one side, so if anyone decided they wanted to snatch you up off the road, you couldn't see it from the beach. Luckily, we didn't see him and we left, checking my rearview mirror in case I saw that suspicious van follow us on the way back to my house. On the way back, Jessica had asked me if I had gotten that gut feeling the same time he had said he was working for the newspaper. I said I did, and we both told each other the same exact things that made us feel that way. It was almost like we had read each other's minds and was seeing the exact same thing really eerie. I think what made the experience all the more unnerving was that he seemed to be looking for specific targets. He hadn't asked the guys anything, so he was definitely looking for girls. Who knows, maybe he could have been a human trafficker and was trying to get either one or both of us into that van. I have never been back to that particular area of White Plains since. I almost wonder what would have happened if that group of guys wasn't there or if we hadn't listened to our gut. For clarification, I am a male and this happened in my early 20s. Before I start, I need to provide a little backstory. I grew up in a very sheltered life, usually only leaving the house for grocery runs and doctor appointments. I didn't even go to school. My mother decided it was best to homeschool me. I was, and still am, very socially awkward. As a result of my upbringing, though, I am getting better. One thing I did leave the house for as a child was to compete in talent competitions. I was a pianist and still am, though a little rusty. I had a newspaper article published for me once to advertise a fundraising concert I was holding at my local church. I needed funds to go to a competition 1500 miles away. In the article, the journalist recorded a quote from me. She had asked what I thought of my talent and being a child in a Christian house. I replied, it's not my talent. God let me borrow it. Fast forward till I became an adult. I was eager to leave the house and to get out on my own. I decided to get my commercial driver's license so I could get out and see as much of the world as I could. Besides driving long hours and the occasional night of having trouble finding a halfway decent place to park at the end of the day, I enjoyed it. One night I was pulling into a truck stop to park for the night. As I was taking my dog out to do his business, I passed by the truck next to mine. It had its driver side window down and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. He called out to me as I passed him, complimenting that he liked my dog and asked if he was friendly. I thanked him and informed him that my dog was shy for strangers. Being that I sat in a truck all day with no human interaction besides the occasional honk and guy flipping me off for being slow, I longed for conversation and told him I would be right back. A few minutes later, after putting my dog in my truck, I walked over to talk to my parking spot neighbor. We chatted for a while, him in his chair and I standing on the top step on the side of his truck. After about 20 minutes, he asked me if I noticed that his arm had bumped mine seven times. My arm was on top of his armrest as I clung to the side of his truck. This surprised me. I had not noticed it at all. Thinking back on it, I believe he was testing to see how situationally aware I was. I told him I had not noticed it was cold outside considering it was the middle of winter, so he invited me to sit in his truck to continue our conversation. This is where I should have had alarm bells ringing in my head, but growing up so sheltered, I was too trusting of people. I entered his truck. We continued to talk, though the conversation started crossing lines, asking questions that were too personal. He was asking me stuff like what's your phone number, who are your parents, what was your grandparents full names, where do you live, etc. Regretfully, I answered him. Thankfully, I had the sense to at least not give him my address. We had also swapped seats during the conversation. First he had moved to the passenger seat so I could sit in the driver's seat, but then we swapped to where I was in the passenger seat and he was in the driver's seat. The conversation started to take a weird and Creepy turn. After all those questions, he asked, did you notice that my eyes don't have any color? His irises were black, just two black orbs surrounded by the white of his eyes. I later looked this up on Google. There is apparently a rare condition that causes someone's eyes to be so dark brown that they appear black. This is where I started to feel very uneasy. He started talking about my childhood. And this is where he said something that disturbed me the most. He asked, didn't you have a talent as a kid? I said yes, and that I played the piano. He replied, wouldn't that be a lie since you only borrowed it? I had not mentioned to him anything about that article, and the city it was from was too small to be noticed by someone that lived so far away. He lived like 2,000 miles away from my hometown. I was ready to get out of there. I was trying to think of how to excuse myself without rousing suspicion. He started trying to convince me to ride with him to his next delivery and to just leave my truck where it was that he would bring me back the next day. I declined. He then asked if I would come visit him at his home. Again, I declined. It had been several hours, so I decided to tell him that I needed to take my dog out to do his business again, so he didn't go in my truck. I exited his truck and took my dog out again. But this time, when my dog was done, I went back in my truck and locked the doors. I also tilted both seats forward, so it would be difficult for him if he entered my truck, buying me time if needed. The next morning, he was gone. I continued on my day, relieved that I was away from him. A few hours later, he called me. So why did you tilt your seats forward last night? I told him it was to keep my dog from jumping on them. He continued to talk to me, though I kept my answers short this time. I blocked his number after he hung up and later decided to change my phone number. I know I was lucky that it didn't go farther than a creepy conversation. I am more careful now about who I talk to and where I am. Be careful, everyone. Never get into a stranger's vehicle, no matter how friendly and innocent they seem. I have learned my lesson.
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In April of last year, my boyfriend and I were coming home from our friend's house. I had just finished my first year at college and we wanted to go out and celebrate and have some fun. We live in a rural town and our friend lived on the far side of it so our walk was about a half hour or so. I had a drink or two and smoked some of the joint they had rolled. Smoking makes me paranoid and this night was no different. Anyway, we left at maybe 10 or 11pm and everything was perfectly normal until we got to the end of the long street that would eventually lead to my house. This street always feels so long to walk, like hours can pass and you barely make a dent in the amount of steps made. The street we turned on to this road was maybe 10 blocks from my house. A few minutes after we turned onto this road I felt like something was off, but my boyfriend said that I was stoned and reminded me that I'm a pretty paranoid person to begin with. I really am. This white pickup truck that was parked in front of some house turns on and begins to drive slowly away and would then park. I watched it to see if it was just me being paranoid or not, but it proceeded to stop a couple of houses down and sat there with the car still on. As soon as we would get close it would drive away, parking a little further away. This continued until we got to the end of my street. At this point I kept telling my boyfriend that I am not paranoid, that this truck was following us and he had gone quiet. A couple houses down from mine this truck drives to the end of the street, my house on the corner. There's a dead end right by my house because we live near a river. The truck stops for a moment at the dead end and proceeds to turn and turn on their high beams and begin to slowly drive towards us. My boyfriend sticks his arm out in front of me stopping me from walking any further as this truck continues to approach. My house is so close yet so far. This truck slowly drives by us. The windows are tinted but we can see two silhouettes and because they have blinded us we didn't think to look at the license plates or even the model of the truck. I swear I felt like that was the night I was going to die. My thoughts hurled around in my mind and I could see that my boyfriend was in the same mindset My boyfriend, being pretty quick on his feet, waited until the truck disappeared from sight and took my hand before racing to my house and locking the door. He had thought about turning down one of the other streets so that we could try to lose them, but he figured he would wait until they were out of sight to book it to my house so they wouldn't see which house we went in. We looked out one of the front windows very carefully and saw this truck come back into view and began to drive around the block, presumably looking for us. This went on for 10 minutes. I called the police to inform them that we had been followed, but without the license plates or model, they could only keep their eyes open for suspicious white trucks. I was adamant that these people had to know one of us, if not me, because they drove until they were beside my house. Whether they actually knew it was my house or not, I don't know. My boyfriend tries to insist that it was probably a bunch of kids trying to mess with us, but I don't believe that. A few days later we heard that someone was picked up and was last seen in a white truck. Since this night, there have been stories in the paper and online that people have been grabbing people and these people were trafficked in the area. I am still seeing reports even today, which prompted this unsettling memory. It makes me wonder if they were some of these people and if they were. Were they after both of us or just one of us? Or were they truly just a bunch of jerks trying to mess with us? Either way, I don't care to know. Whenever I see a white truck, I become on edge. It may be silly, but the events of that night are still fresh in my mind years later. This happened when both me and my friend Jay were 15. I was spending the night at his house, as I often did. It was a normal enough night. We watched movies, played a couple video games and stayed up way too late. It was about 2am I think, when we heard a loud banging coming from the front door. Luckily, at the time, we were in his kitchen at the back of the house so no one could see us. We were spooked because there shouldn't have been anyone at the door at this hour, but we figured it was just some drunk person and they would go away soon enough. After 30 seconds, there was more banging on the door and yelling that neither of us could understand. It sounded like an adult man and he sounded angry, so we were both scared. He texted his mom, who we thought was upstairs, but she said that she had left a bit before without saying anything. She did that often enough. She liked to go to her friend's house in the middle of the night so we didn't pay any attention or notice. When she left, we didn't know what to do as we were scared to call the police based off past experiences with cops in our small town being not the best. At this point we turned off the kitchen light and we're ducked down on the ground. We heard the banging and yelling get louder and I decided to see who it was if it was anyone we knew. I army crawled through the dining room which was also dark and peeked through the door to the living room which is where the front door was. There is also a huge window by the door that you can see right into the dining room through, so I was very careful not to be seen. I couldn't see any details of the man, but he looked to be about 6ft tall and had gray hair. I crawled back to Jay and we quietly decided what to do. The banging stopped so we decided to wait a bit before seeing if it was safe. We also decided to go under the table in the dining room in case he tried to come around back which is where the kitchen was. After around 10 minutes of silence we rock paper scissored for who had to check if he was out there and of course I lost. So I again army crawled to the dining room door. I saw the man staring through the window, hands cupped against the glass. I made eye contact with him the moment he saw me and I loudly said crap. Causing my friend to panic and crawl behind me. I saw him pull out his phone. He told me later that he was texting his mom to come home and save us. The man started yelling again and this time we could make out a bit more of what he said. It was mostly cussing, although I definitely heard the phrase I'm going to kill you in there a couple times. I quickly looked past the man to see if the neighbor seemed to notice him but no luck. I crawled back out of his sight and again discuss what to do with my friend. We decide to go into the basement for safety, which you could get to by moving the fridge. Confusing house, I know, but it was really old and not meant for modern sized appliances. We pull out the fridge and get into the basement, feeling mostly safe but still terrified. I start having a panic attack, although I'm trying to hold it together the best I can for Jay, who is also on the verge of a panic attack. We hear a gunshot and shattering glass from above us and I cover My mouth so I don't scream. Jay and I look at each other terrified. We hear loud footsteps and yelling above us. The man asking where we were. We hear him going upstairs and moving around up there for a bit. He eventually comes back down and starts turning over furniture. I'm assuming to find us. After what felt like after hours, but was probably only minutes, Jay's mom pulls into the driveway, which scares the guy as he runs out the back door. In the kitchen, Jay and I get out of the basement and run to greet his mom, never happier to see her. She was shocked by the state of the house and hugged us, happy that we were safe and scared by how close we were to being hurt. We were all very scared after that night. They had better security installed and we went over safety protocol if anything ever happened again. Luckily, it hasn't happened again yet. Although when I go to his house, I'm still a bit scared. We never called the police because we knew there wasn't much they could do. We just cleaned up and moved on. I live in a fairly large town and the crime rate is pretty low. I am a teenager and due to this quarantine, I haven't been able to get out and meet my friends as much as I would like to. So when my mom told me that she was going out and she wouldn't hate company, I jumped at the chance. I'm fairly popular in my school and I do have a lot of friends and not seeing them has taken a toll on my life and I would love to meet with them once all of this was over. But the rules in town regarding quarantine are pretty strict until the total count of people affected in our area goes down. We have a lot of grocery shops in this town and the one where we go to is pretty big. My mom and I decided to go there and I waited in the car because I didn't really feel like going in. I am kind of a germaphobe. I have no problem roaming around in the streets where I live, but going to a shop where so many people have been during this pandemic seems very weird to me. I know I might be coming off as a spoiled brat, but that's just how I am and that's just how I've always been. My mom went inside the store and she's being the most overprotective mom, taking the car keys with her and locking the car, which now I am very thankful for. So as most cars have very thick windows and you can't really understand what somebody on the other side of the window is saying, unless they're shouting. Our car was no different, and this is important. My mom told me that it would take her about 15 to 20 minutes to get all of the supplies that we needed. I didn't mind that because I got to blast my music in the car, which she does not allow when she's in it. About five minutes after she walked away, I was blasting the music and she called me. She told me that there was a big line in the store so it would take her extra time. And again, I did not mind because I got to listen to music the way I wanted, and that's all I wanted. Ten minutes after that, I had my eyes closed and I hear this tapping. At first I dismissed it at some part of the song that I had never caught before, but then the tapping got frantic and I realized that someone was tapping on the window on the driver's side of the car. I thought it was my mom, and she dropped her keys somewhere and she couldn't get in or she wanted something. But when I opened my eyes to see who it was, it was a tall man, about 6ft and looked like he was high on drugs. I turned off the music and shut shouted, can I help you? He didn't respond, but then abruptly started shouting at the top of his lungs, let me in. I said, let me in. I was in such shock because I had never seen this man in my entire life. I already had my phone on me, and I was starting to dial my mom's number. Then what he did next will give me goosebumps for the rest of my life. He suddenly lowered his voice, looked me in the eye and said, honey, let me in, darling. I promise I won't hurt you. Let me in. Let me in, sweetie. In a very calm and sweet voice like how you would talk to a toddler when they're making a mess. I was shaking so hard that I could not dial the correct number to my mom's phone, and I started searching for her contact on my phone. I know, very dumb, considering there's a psychopath that's about to kill me outside my window. Then he started screaming, I will kill you. You are going to regret not letting me in. And starts banging his whole body against the car. I know he couldn't get into the vehicle because the windows are very secure and he was relatively thin and looked to be in his late 40s. And I was pretty sure that he did not have the power needed to get inside the car without me unlocking it. I dialed My mom and he was still screaming at the top of his lungs, calling me every swear word in the book. My mom answered the phone and heard what was happening and she came running outside and saw the psychopath trying to hurt her daughter and she went off. She started hitting him with the stuff that she had just bought from inside. And then when the employees heard the commotion and decided to step in, the police were called and one employee held the man in place. I was crying and shaking and having a full on anxiety attack. The police showed up in about five minutes and he was arrested. We later found out that he had taken large doses of Heroes. It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life. The way that he said it, that he wouldn't hurt me if I had let him in the car. Man, he's in jail now and I couldn't be happier about it.
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This happened about two and a half years ago in the winter of 2017, early 2018. My partner and I were living in the center of a popular and busy city in England at the time in a ground floor flat. The street we lived on was just off a very busy road that had about a thousand pubs on it, so it was normally quite populated at all hours most days. The flat we lived in was one of about seven in an old conference converted bakery. There was a very large locked wooden gate with a buzzer and the flats were all in a courtyard behind the gate. We shared the flat with my mom. Our bedroom windows both faced directly onto the street where people would walk past on the pavement. On this given night it must have been around 2am My girlfriend and I were laying on my bed watching films on my laptop. My bedroom was a tiny shoebox sized room with a bed and a wardrobe and about 5 square feet of extra floor space. Tiny. My window was right next to my bed and faced out onto the street. As we were laying on my bed, someone knocked on my window. That wasn't unusual as I had quite a few friends that lived and worked near my flat, so we didn't think much of it we continued watching our film and settled down. About half an hour to 45 minutes later there was a massive bang on my window that sounded like someone had slammed their fist against it and ran off. We were a bit startled and decided to go take a look outside as it was evidently not one of my friends at this point. We went into the courtyard and opened the main gate and couldn't see anyone on the street at all. It was freezing and snowing but still unusually quiet. We stood there for about five minutes just looking around. I noticed a man on the other side of the street wearing a mid length trench coat and heavy boots, but as my eyesight is awful and I never wear my glasses, I didn't see any discerning features. He was on the opposite side of the street and was walking along the street from the main road from left to right up towards our flat. I got a bit of a strange vibe from him and pointed him out to my girlfriend. We both just stood and watched for a few minutes and as he passed he didn't turn to look at us or anything. After less than a minute I looked to my right and saw this same guy had now crossed over to our side of the street and was now walking towards my girlfriend and I watched for a minute and then proceeded to panic and shut ourselves behind the gate. Instead of going back into our flat, we crouched down out of sight so that we could watch through the gap under the gate to see if he passed by. The thing I remember the most vividly is the sound of his boots creaking on the snow and watching him come to a deep stop directly outside the gate. My girlfriend and I were both now suitably crapping ourselves and we quietly hurried back inside. Our flat had an open plan kitchen and living room with a door that led into the straight hallway. My bedroom was right at the end of the hallway and my mom was off to the right. All of the lights were off and I poked my head into the hall as I had a clear line of sight into my bedroom from there. When I looked I could see the silhouette of this man pacing up and down slowly outside my bedroom window. My mom had slept soundly through all of this, but I decided to go in and wake her up to let her know what was going on. She brushed it off until I told her to look outside and she saw this man now pacing back and forth outside her window and mine. Knowing that at the right angle angle you could see through my blinds from outside, I pressed myself up against the wall and scooted my way down the hallway back to the living room and rang the police. My girlfriend and I weren't really sure what to make of the situation, but it felt pretty ominous. The Police arrived about 10 minutes later and met me outside. They said they found him and he claimed to be homeless looking for a place to stay day, but that he was very well dressed and clean shaven and had no other possessions with him. The police officer offered forth the fact that it's more likely that he was intrigued by the fact that there were two obviously queer young femmes in bed together and was having a little snoop. Who knows. The next day I was outside having a cigarette with my girlfriend and I noticed a very prominent sticky handprint on my window, as if someone had their hand pressed up against it looking in. No thanks. My girlfriend swears she saw him at the train station a few months later. This happened a few years ago in my old one person flight 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. One night I woke up around one in the morning sweating and even though I didn'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, turned 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 appearance 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 was 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 and holding and turning the water all the way to hot. I am still kind of impressed with that quick quick thinking. Our water got really hot when you cranked it all the way up and a few seconds later steam was rising and the water was hurting my feet flowing to the drain. I turned around, ripped the shower curtain open and held the shower head right at the person behind was a woman. She screamed in pain. I whacked her in the face with the shower head, jumped out of the shower and ran to the door, taking the key out of the lock and locking it close behind me. A little bit 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 that the knife was missing and realized there's only one place where it could pop possibly be right now. The police came and arrested the woman who turned out to have been the former person living in the flat and was evicted after not paying rent. Seems that she made a copy of the key and came into the flat when I was at work and sometimes at night. It is possible that what woke me up in the first place was her and honestly, I don't even want to think about it. Ever since then I always insist that the locks are changed when I move into a new place.
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