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I won't be using real names in this story. To preface this, I'll just refer to myself as M. I'm a girl and I was 14 at the time it began. Now, this all kind of started back during my freshman year of high school in early 2020. During my third blog biology class that semester, we were given a seating chart which had placed two of my friends in the row of seats right next to me. Now, right in front of me, sat a boy whose name I didn't even know at the time, but I'll just refer to him as E Now. Even though my school was pretty small compared to most, I had never really seen E before. Other than just passing in the halls, E was just relatively quiet and he only ever spoke in class when he was called on, or I might hear him just randomly mumbling to himself. I just never really paid much attention to E during that class, and I had never even spoken to him at all for all I can remember, other than just to excuse me while trying to walk past his desk. The one thing that I did notice, however, was that he always kept a Bible with him on his desk and he would occasionally read it rather than pay attention during class. Now, this is a school in the southern United States, so a lot of people here are Christians, including myself. However, even I found it a little off. Now, like I mentioned earlier, the seating charm placed him in the seat right in front of me and my friends directly next to me. The biology teacher was relatively chill and would often give us time at the end of the class to just talk and do whatever we needed to. During this time, I would usually just talk to my friends about whatever was going on or our plans for the weekend. You know, just normal freshman conversations. After about four weeks of the second semester, I had received a text from one of my more distant friends who also happened to be in that class. I'll just call her J. But she had basically told me that E had approached her after class that day and had asked her for my number. At first I was confused as to who E even was at the time, but after she explained to me that it was the boy who sat in front of me in biology, I was even more confused because like I said, I. I had never talked to him before. I could even think to tell J to not give him my number, it was too late. I had a text message from an unknown number. I opened it and it was E introducing himself and apologizing for not asking for my number himself, saying that he was just too shy at first I thought it was kind of sweet. That was until he had slowly began to open up to me about how he had been listening to me talking to my friends in that class and how he had fallen in love with me and how he knew that I was sent by God to be with him. As soon as he started speaking to me about this, I immediately began to panic, but was too terrified to tell anyone at the time, which in hindsight was extremely stupid of me. I realized right away that he had been eavesdropping on my conversations with my two friends next to me in that class and I was really terrified as to what he had overheard and what all he knew about me. I blocked him and just tried to push it to the back of my mind. The whole night after, my phone kept blowing up with texts from an unknown number that I knew was E because he was still trying to convince me to date him. But after that night, that was it for a long time. As I said, this was back during early 2020. So I just kept quiet in that class and I didn't really talk to him or my friends in that class until the pandemic hit. I think we all know how that went, but I was at least free from E in that class and by the time things had gone back to normal at my school, I had completely forgotten all about E. Nearly two years later, and I was now a junior still at the same school, and I hadn't even thought of E for a long time. Now this was relatively close to the end of my band's marching season and we had just finished up one of our after school practices. I was walking out to my car and checking my missed notifications when I saw I had gotten an email. I opened it and I noticed it was my school email. I then checked who it was from and it was E. My heart dropped. I immediately began to read it as soon as I was in my car and it said, I've wanted to tell you this in person for a long time. I'm in love with you and I want to be with you. The email carried on and I could barely finish reading it. I wanted to throw up. I hadn't even seen E since we got out of school for the pandemic and I had honestly thought that he had moved schools. I screenshotted the email and didn't respond to him. I didn't even know why he would reach out to me through my school email, which I thought was very strange. Later that night, though, I had received a much longer email from him in which he continues to profess his love and how he wishes he could talk to me in person. Later on in the email, E claims to be messaging me to make up for a lie he gave years ago. He mentions he had messaged the person but later hoped they hadn't received it and that if they did, he hoped it didn't hurt them. No, who this person is I still have no idea even to this day, and I don't think I ever will. After I received those emails, I finally went to my friends who told me to message him back and ask him to stop. So I did. I didn't hear from Eve for a while again, yet I was still terrified to go to school. I had recently began to see him again in the halls and I was scared that he might do or say something to me. He would begin to stare at me and I would just try to hurry away. A little over a week later, he had sent me another email. This time he was very open about how he had lied, but still wouldn't say who he lied to. He then said the scriptures say not to lie and all who do are of the Devil, that he had been the devil and finally repented from his sins. He told me that he wished for me to find joy except for in these two things, being with someone else and not maintaining my virtue, and how he would rather die than live without me. Now I am myself a Christian, but this outraged me. This man was basically telling me to stay a virgin for him. I felt sick after reading that and after talking to my friends yet again and realizing how sick this guy truly was. They then had me go and report E to our school counselor. I was really scared to do so at first, but the counselor promised that she would actually take action and how his behavior was really concerning. She told me if he continued it could technically be considered harassment and he could be punished and that she would talk to him about it. I finally felt relief from him a little while later, however, he had sent me one last email which thank you for telling everyone what I sent you. I'm glad that you did so. It doesn't matter why you did so, but God works everything for good. I have been silent for a month and a half. I have no reason to do so any longer. It would be good if you showed everyone my passion was in the wrong place. My passion will be for righteousness from now on. I hold nothing against her for exposing what I've said to her. She did good for doing so. Everything I say and do should be revealed to all. I wish that everyone reading this, including M, would flee from fornification, which is common. By doing so you defile the temple of the Holy Ghost. None who do so will be able to stand in judgment unless they repent. I was shocked after reading that. I realized the counselor had actually spoken to him and that this was just the aftermath. I was still terrified for a while that he might email me again, but that was the last I had heard from E. We both kept going to the same school and I just learned to keep a distance from him. A year later and I'm finally a senior and I'm currently about to graduate when I received one last update on E. I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw a post about a boy who had run away. It was E. His mother was pleading for people to keep an eye out for him. The only thing that he had taken with him when he left was his Bible. As far as I'm aware, he still hasn't been found and I haven't seen him at school anymore. Even though it's been a full year since he last communicated with me, it's still terrifying to know he's just out there somewhere. I will give you some background information before I describe the incident. I was 15 years old at the time. In the fall of 2006, about 11 months prior to this incident, I had moved from the Dominican Republic to the city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Now, people have always told me that I looked way older than my actual age. Some people have actually mistaken me for being 20 years old. It was probably because of the scars on my face and I was also bald at 15 years old and I was five' eight during the time. Anyways, I had moved to one of the worst neighborhoods in Milwaukee during that time. While living there, I had always heard gunshots here and there as well as arguments, but I never really felt like my life was in actual danger up until this incident. I remember this happening during early November so so it got pretty cold, especially in the Midwest. My mom had sent me to walk to the liquor store and the grocery store in the middle of the night at around 9pm it was so that I could buy some snacks and food for the next day since she wasn't going to be home. She gave me $25 and she also gave me her food stamps card. Now you're probably wondering why my mom would send me to the liquor store in the middle of the night. Well, my mom got pretty drunk and she gets drunk very easily, so she probably didn't even care at the moment. I lived about nine blocks away from the said liquor store. So I was on my way to the liquor store and it was probably about a 10 minute walk to get there. I felt pretty unsafe because I had a lot of cash on me and I didn't want to get robbed since it was a violent area. Also, I forgot to mention but I didn't speak good English at all. I had been learning English for about four months so I could answer questions, but it would be pretty difficult for the average English speaker to understand what I was saying. Anyways, as I enter the liquor store, I realized that it's basically empty. Besides, two other teenagers around my age, they were both just talking to each other and when they heard the door open, they both looked at me. In less than a second they gave me a stare and immediately I felt like they wanted to rob me. I'll describe the way they were dressed and how they looked. I walked into the small aisle where they were and they didn't even say a word to me. They just stared at me. But I can see them staring at me through my peripheral vision. Teen one who was mean mugging me the most was an African American who looked like he was around 15 years old. He had bdub Timberland's baggy blue jeans and a plain white T shirt and an unzipped orange jacket and he also had a small afro. He seemed to be around 5 foot 3 so I felt like I could easily overpower him if it had come to that situation. Teenager two who was also giving me a dead stare, looked around 17 years old. He was also African American, had black Adidas or baggy pants, and he had a black Iverson shirt on with a white T shirt underneath it. He also had one of those early 90s flat high top fades. This teen was around my height, maybe half an inch taller, but he also seemed taller because of his high top fade. When I shop for anything I usually take a pretty long time and in this instance I took around three or four minutes in that small liquor store. I had $25 on me, so I was going to buy lots of snacks for the night. I thought at this moment they were going to leave, but they were still just standing there not looking for anything. I had to walk in the same aisle as they were. I was looking at the liquor store clerk and he wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on. So I walked up the aisle and opened the fridge and right as I'm about to open it, they then whisper silently to me, give me your money. I understood what they said, even though my English wasn't that good. I then responded to them saying, sorry, I don't have any money. And it seemed like they didn't understand what I was trying to say at the time, probably because of my not so good English. I then pull my drink out and then. Teenager 2 whispers in an angry voice, give me your fucking money. Right at that moment, I was pretty terrified because the clerk didn't pay attention to what the hell was going on. It seemed like he was dead. Two teenagers in the store standing for 20 minutes and the cork didn't seem concerned or confused, not one bit. I then take a few steps back and they stand there with angry looks on their faces. You may think this is funny, but at the time they seemed like they would kill me at any moment. The angry and dead looks that they gave me was one of the creepiest moments I've witnessed and I have seen some really bad things. I decided to drop my snacks and walk out of the store. And as I'm walking out, they're just staring at me. This time, however, they're now holding their hands together as if they're doing some kind of prayer. At this moment, I'm speed walking down the sidewalk and I decide to go to the nearby grocery store, which I remember is around four or five blocks away. I kept looking behind me in fear that they would find me. It's at this moment that I decide to take a shortcut down a very dirty alleyway. One of the stupidest decisions I've made as I'm walking down this smelly alleyway. I then hear someone scream, hey, we're gonna kill your fucking ass. I had no clue at the moment what they were trying to say, but in the tone I knew that they had said something terrible. In those three seconds of silence, I looked back and it was the same teenagers from before. They were standing about 70ft away from me. And I'm not even lying when I say this. The shorter teen then pulled out a gun and fired two shots at me. In that exact moment, I had felt my adrenaline now rushing and I'm running as fast as possible. I can hear them running as well, but they didn't fire any more shots. I ran the fastest that I've ever ran in my life because I felt like they had a very good chance at chasing me. I was athletic, but they were young too and possibly could have caught up to me. I ran and entered a nearby Popeyes that was less than eight blocks away. I ran inside and got looks from people But I didn't care. I ran inside the bathroom, then hid inside a bathroom stall and just sat on the toilet trying to comprehend what had just happened in that very exact moment. I think the moment I walked out of the liquor store, they had walked out as well, but didn't make it obvious. They could have easily shot me in the back without me even noticing them. I was in that bathroom for about half an hour, just waiting to hear if they would find me inside the restaurant as well. I got out of the bathroom and the lady cashier was just staring at me with a confused look, then asked me if I was okay. My stupid ass said yes, that I'm okay. I know now that this wasn't a good thing to say, and it was a really stupid moment for me. But when I walked out of the Popeyes, I then jogged near an alleyway and tried to look for a bike that I could take home with me so I could get out of there faster. I found a bike, got on it, and then rode as fast as I could all the way home. Once I went back home, I acted as normal and casual as I could. My mom, in her drunken voice, asked me where the food was, and I just simply told her that the store was closed so I couldn't purchase anything. I went to my room and wondered to myself if I should tell the cops or my mom about what the hell happened to me. I didn't want to tell my mom, though, because she would get worried and I definitely didn't want to be involved or have anything to do with the cops. I still went to that store, but only during the daytime. But as I looked around, I haven't seen those same two teenagers again. I also decided to throw away my shallow baseball cap that I had on that day, but because I didn't want to get easily recognized by them, even though they could recognize me by my face very easily. About seven months later, after the incident, I had moved away from the house and moved to a different area in Milwaukee. It's now been 14 years and I haven't seen those same two guys again, and I'm very glad that I haven't seen them. I don't know why they wanted to kill me, but I'm just glad that I made it out alive. I moved out of Milwaukee and I can now speak proper English. The sad part is that Milwaukee has become way more violent now. I'm 30 years old now, and I'm really glad that none of those bullets ever hit me. If you have any more questions about the story. Feel free to ask in the comments. Stay safe out there everyone. My first encounter with this person was when I was 11 years old. My friend and I were playing at a park right down the street from my house. I watched as an older boy rode by us on his bicycle. He rides past us a couple times, but I don't think anything of it. The fourth time around, however, he drives through the park towards us. He approaches us and he holds out a piece of paper. This is for you. The kid looked to be at least 15 or older. We take the paper and he rides off on his bike. Both my friend and I shared a confused look and I went to go open the folded paper. It had an address with the message that come to my house for a surprise. J My friend and I got very freaked out, dropped the note and immediately ran back to my house. We thought that maybe this kid was just trying to make friends, but something about it made us very uncomfortable. Occasionally we would see him ride his bike around, so we assumed that he lived nearby. The second encounter I had with him was a year or two later. I was walking home from that same friend's house. She didn't live too far away. Since we technically lived on the same street, it would take me less than 10 minutes to walk back home. As I'm walking, I see someone on a bike in my peripheral vision. I immediately think back to that one kid and look over to see if it was the same person. I couldn't remember his face that well, but when I looked I knew it was him. He was staring at me but thankfully rode right past me. I thought I was in the clear and continued walking home. As I get home, I go to open the door. I heard someone yell. I turn around to see the kid on the bike now waving at me. I told my parents about him, but they just brushed it off saying he was autistic. I felt bad, thinking maybe he just wanted friends and had poor social skills. But why would he follow a young girl home if he was trying to make a friend? The third encounter I had with him, I was walking to the store. When I had reached the cul de sac next to my street, I saw him standing in the middle of the grass divider. I tried to walk past hoping he would leave me alone, but he began to approach me. He asked me what my name is. Hannah, I said, but I lied. Now at this point I was about 13 and he was at least 17. I turned around and started to walk away from my house as I didn't want him to Know where I was really going. He asked where I'm going and I lie and say that I was going to a friend's house. The guy then asks me where the friend is, but I try to avoid the question. He then gets closer to me and he asks for me to come with him. I'm sorry, I can't. I'm going to my friend's house. To which he then says, you really need to come with me. My heart begins to race and I get chills. Um, no, I have to go. I'm sorry. As I walk off, he hangs back a little but is clearly still following me. I was now scrambling to think of a way I could get back to my house without him seeing where I went. I begin to walk towards the church that's right down the road when a car pulls into the cul de sac. The car stopped by the guy and then the window rolled down. I looked and it was some woman talking to him. I had no idea if they knew each other or not, but I didn't care. I just took this opportunity to get the fuck away. I immediately spin around and then dart back home. I think that that was the fastest that I'd ever run in my life. When I get inside, I'm trying desperately to catch my breath while my dad then asked me about what happened. I explained and he agreed that it was creepy, but that he also doubted that the kid had any malicious intent. When I started high school, I would see him outside one of the buildings in a group of people, but thankfully he never approached me. What I thought was interesting is that on the note he gave me, it said that his name was J, but during his graduation ceremony, he used a completely different name. My last encounter with him was last year. Once again, I was walking. I was meeting with my friends at the church down the street. As I'm walking, I see the guy again and get super nervous. At this point, it had been years since I'd seen him. I called my friends right away and let them know what was going on so they knew to be fast since he was going to follow me again. He didn't catch up to me, but I could see him following me the whole way. As soon as I crossed the street to get to the church, he disappeared. My friend's car was luckily already there, so I just quickly got inside and then explained to them what the hell was going on. I've since moved, so hopefully that'll be the last I ever see of him. Part of me still feels bad because maybe it really was Just an innocent attempt at getting a friend. But regardless, it scared the shit out of me. The story began when I first entered high school as a freshman. As a 15 year old girl entering to the next stage of their life. I was excited, but I was also scared shitless because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the pressures and toxicity that came with going to high school. Mostly because I was naive, insecure and just constantly filled with anxiety which controlled half of my decision making. I can confirm that I definitely let my anxiety get the better of me back then. And because of that fact, it was hard to make friends to fit in naturally. Being introverted and reserved, I was antisocial, which made creating connections a challenge. I didn't talk to anyone unless they talked to me first, and if they did, I immediately turned into a people pleaser because I felt very lonely during my teen years which is due to past unresolved trauma. So any attention I received I embraced wholeheartedly, with open arms and seemingly without any doubts. My high school was a 15 minute walk from my house, so I usually walked every day to school and back. I live in a small quiet city in California and for the most part has always felt like a safe place. There's crime, but not enough to fear for your life every day. So I always felt comfortable walking. In fact, it was therapeutic. Three or four blocks down from where I lived was this house that always had this white contour car parked on the side of it. I would have to walk past this house to get to school every day. Then shortly after, I started to notice a man in the car every morning, letting the engine idle as if letting the car warm up. He would never say anything though, but I could feel his eyes on me as I'd walk past. But I was so insecure that I walked with my head down all the time, missing the world in front of me. But I wish that I had enough sense because I really missed all the red flags. On one chilly gray morning when I was coming up on this house, the man that was usually in his car was now cleaning the frost off his car windows. And when I quietly walked past, I heard him say, hey, good morning. I looked up for the first time and I saw that this man was fairly young and not as old as I thought. But I knew he was still a full grown adult and I was still a kid. But I was always taught to respect my elders. So I said hi back and put my head back down and kept walking. It was the first time a guy outside of school would Talk to me. I felt that he was being nice. So after that day, he continued to say good morning and even threw in a few how are you's? I honestly didn't think anything of it. Well, until things started to escalate. Instead of just saying good morning, little by little he had started asking questions about me. Like where I lived, who did I live with, how old was I, etc. I was timid, but naively told him everything he wanted to know because I was starting to like the attention. I wasn't the most attractive in high school, and it wasn't like there were boys tripping their way to my feet. So when he started asking me questions, I felt noticed. I felt like someone was actually interested in getting to know me. It was almost hard to believe he was honest. And he told me he was 22. And it immediately made me scared because I just knew that I shouldn't be talking to someone this much older than me. I knew something was wrong or off about the situation, but the loneliness and desperate need for company overpowered my vigilance. Our conversations grew longer and longer every time we met. And I was oddly starting to trust this older man known as Gil. It got to the point where I was hoping I'd see him every time I left for school or came home from school. And he always was waiting for me, smiling. It made me feel giddy to be seen. He had never physically touched me up until this point. That is, until one day he asked if he could get a hug. I was apprehensive, not because of our age gap, but because I was realizing that I was starting to like him. So I gave him a hug. And he wrapped his arms around me tightly. So tightly my breasts were squished against his chest. He breathed in almost as if he was smelling me. My heart was thrashing so hard in my chest that I wanted to throw up. But I held him back. His hand stayed on my back, but the way he was hugging me felt so morally wrong. It felt as if he got some sense of gratification just from the simple gesture of a hug. I slowly drew away and he smiled, thanking me as if I had saved his life. I nervously smiled and then said that I have to go. And I then took off as fast as I could back to my house. I suddenly felt sick, confused. But that hug was the realest affection that I had felt in a long while. I wanted to feel that tenderness again all the time. There were areas of my life that lacked that security. Before I knew it, a month had gone by and things had escalated even further. I was starting to see him everywhere now, parked on the side of the streets of different routes that I took to and from school, running into him at stores and community events. He always knew where to find me. And though it was kind of creepy again, the affection I was getting really outweighed what I thought was unethical. He was like my drug, the one thing that delayed me losing myself. I really struggled with mental health from trauma as a child and I felt suicidal most days but. But during that time he was the only highlight of my day. As crazy as it sounds. He began asking me to meet him after school almost every day and without my grandma's knowledge, I would meet up with this stranger. Then we would drive somewhere quiet and talk until he started becoming more bold and began kissing me and fondling me. For the record, we never had sex. He tried, but I was a virgin and I wasn't ready nor did I feel right about doing it with him, even if I did like him. My consciousness was screaming. Something about all of this wasn't right. Something about him was sinful. There was a darkness lurking inside him that was way beyond my comprehension at the time. But my body was under his control. I was so innocent and kind hearted that I wanted to believe that there was something about him that could be good. But as time went on, he only proved to me that he could be worse. We had gotten into an argument one particular day after school and I decided that I didn't want to see him that day because my grandma was growing suspicious of my whereabouts since I normally told her I'd have to stay for tutoring after school. I didn't want to get in trouble over someone that wasn't even my boyfriend or someone who had no business being around me in the first place. So when I told him I couldn't hang, his nice gentleman demeanor had vanished and anger took over. He begged and begged me to stay, telling me that he'll even go and talk to my grandma if he has to. I kind of just paused and was like, talk to my grandma about what? Well, I'm gonna tell her you're seeing me. We've been seeing each other for a bit now. Maybe it's time for me to introduce myself. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, good luck with that. You don't even know where I live. He nodded then smirking. But I do. Can you stop playing around? I really have to go. I replied, annoyed. He slid his hands in his pockets. You live in those beige apartment complexes, right? I always See your grandma on the porch smoking a cigarette. I gulped, feeling knots turning in my stomach. How do you know that? He slowly grazed his hand along the side of my face. I've been watching you for some time now. I started seeing you walk to school and I thought you were so beautiful. I had to get to know you. I started trembling, horror stricken. You've been stalking me. My lips quivered and vomit was creeping up my throat. I. I feel so stupid. I backed up. Don't ever come near me again. Leave me the hell alone. I practically ran all the way home. I shut my door and locked it, falling weakly on my bed and letting the wave of realization conquer over me as I cried. He knows where I fucking live. He knows what my fucking grandma looks like. This was all part of his evil, diabolical plan to molest a young girl who was only looking for comfort in a friend. He manipulated every single move since day one. And I fell for it like the idiot I was. Nobody knew this horrific secret and if my grandma knew, all hell would have broke loose. I contemplated a thousand times on telling her because whether I liked it or not, my life was at risk. He knew so many personal things about me and I fed him the bed crumbs. I felt so sick, so disgusted, so used. I cried for hours in my room and I finally came up with a plan to avoid him as much as I could. It was really hard at first, but eventually he faded away from the picture because I threatened him with going to the police about it if he didn't stay away. Years after that, at the age of 22, I had stumbled across his profile on a dating site and he instantly messaged me, now older, more mature and quick witted. There were so many unanswered questions that I had wanted to ask him. So many unresolved feelings. So when he asked me to talk over dinner, I obliged. Because I felt seeking out the truth for this traumatic incident would bring me closure. I really needed that closure. I felt like I was suffocating without it. We met at a local Mexican restaurant and instead of feeling anger and resentment, those old feelings that I thought were gone had resurfaced. It's really sickening to think about. About all those times we had spent together. All those times I confided in him and was vulnerable was purposefully done to create a bond, to create trust. And it worked. Because years later, despite the circumstance, I was still stuck in that same place I was at 15 years old. Except this time I was older and I could make my own Decisions for myself. However, I still made the wrong decision. I gave in to my anxiety once again and we actually began dating. As in boyfriend and girlfriend. Some people might judge the situation harshly, but someone that's gone through constant traumatic experiences can easily be reeled in with the right words and offers. It only lasted a month though, because he was becoming controlling and verbally abusive and even went as far as using the biblical verses as justification for his actions. That was the final line for me. I was lost, but my relationship with God was not. And I knew it was a sign to get the hell out before I ended up hurt. After our breakup, he lost his job as well as his apartment and his car broke down. Karma ended up being his worst enemy. He was the same predatory man I met when I was 15. He was still a fucking sick pervert that still had some sense of manipulative dominance over me. And for the first time in a long time, I was opening my eyes to the entirety of the situation. How did I let it go on for so long? I have no idea. But I promised myself I'd never put myself in a situation like that ever again. And if I did, I'd tell someone. I truly believed God was watching over me. He didn't let anything happen to me and I will always look back and be grateful for that. Especially since not everyone else comes out unscathed. I trusted my well being with someone whose only motive was to harm me. Please reach out. If someone's preying on you, tell someone or call the police. The longer you stay silent, the more pain it'll bring and I never want this to happen to anyone else. My name is Clea and I moved out to California over 10 years ago because I needed a change. I moved in with a girl that I met online through some mutual ex friends. We'll call my former roommate, Maria. At first, Maria and I got along really well and the first month went well. We worked together during the first month of me living there, but my job was only temporary to help me get on my feet and because they needed some extra help, I worked in a warehouse while Maria worked in the office. I spent my days at work packing orders to be shipped out. The job was fun and I was honestly bummed when that ended. That's when Maria started showing her true colors. First, it was just little things before it became more extreme. Second, so I didn't realize it at first. Turns out Maria wasn't happy that I was making more money because I wasn't on a payroll and I was getting paid under the table in cash, which ended up being bigger than her paycheck every week. The second month we had lived together, she was telling people really awful things behind my back, saying that I wasn't paying my half of the rent in utilities. She also told people that we were going to get evicted and other things that weren't true. Maria was very good at playing the victim and making people feel sorry for her. She was also good at painting others as the bad guy. I had started receiving texts from former mutual friends going off on me for context. All of the utilities were in my name because she wouldn't put anything in her name for some reason and we definitely weren't delinquent in payments. My bank screwed up when I had paid my rent check, but quickly caught their mistake and fixed it asap. She used this against me even after it had been resolved at the end of month two. She had started insulting me one night, making threats and claiming that every single thing in the apartment belonged to her, including even my own personal belongings that I had before I'd ever even moved there. This went on for two hours and I didn't say anything because I was scared that she'd force me out and steal all my stuff. I didn't have any family out there and 99.9% of my friends I had met through her. She told me that I either had to give her two months of rent in advance or move out and that she'd give me a month to decide. I didn't trust her, so I decided to move out but didn't tell her. She told me that her family would pay half of my rent if I left until she found a new roommate. For a month I was job hunting and apartment hunting. Just as I thought I was screwed, I ended up finding an apartment two days before. So after that I went home to start packing up my belongings and I did the same while she was at work the following day. The day came that I was moving. My ex boyfriend offered to help me. I had showered and everything early the night before and I locked myself in my room waiting until she went to work to come out. The next morning. I finished unpacking up my stuff and then took a bus to my ex's and we drove back to my place. We had quickly packed up the car, but I was unable to bring a couple of pieces of furniture with me. I had left a note in her room and closed the bedroom door before leaving for the final time. I felt really relieved, thinking that would be the end of it. Later that night When I assumed she found my note, she then texted me saying, you actually found someone to help you move. Before she called her family and friends to tell them a completely different story of what actually went down. I received screenshots from multiple people where she had posted on social media saying that her piece of shit roommate just up and left. This was when calls and texts started flooding in and saying some pretty vile things, as well as her own mother screaming at me on my voicemail. This was before you could block stuff. And the calls and texts continued for months until I decided to change my number. But then the harassment on social media started. Maria frequently posted indirect threats about bashing my face in and that I was on her turf. She lied about me for years to everyone she could, and she attempted to smear my name and my business at the time. About a month after I had left, her stepdad saw me walking home with groceries and attempted to run me over with his pickup truck near my new apartment. I had to lay low for about seven months before someone on my friends list had invited me out to a club that wasn't far from my apartment for a popular night. So I went out and made new friends. The girl who had moved in after me had reached out to me three, four months later and she told me about the horror of living with Maria for that time. And it was almost verbatim of what I dealt with. The same type of harassment, gaslighting and abuse. We became friends for a long time, but she had started dating someone and got engaged. She told me they were removing themselves from social media because they wanted to focus on their lives out of state and not have an online presence. Since this, we've lost contact. A few years after we had become friends, our former roommate had gotten ahold of her nudes and posted both my friend and herself on a popular revenge porn site. It was to make it look like they had submitted each other's pics, but in reality, that was not the case. We had also started getting death threats from one of Maria's mentally unstable friends who spent all of her time online harassing and threatening us. Despite being a new mother for many years, I dealt with the harassment, stalking and threats from Maria and her friends. Maria has since gotten married, started the family and moved away, and I haven't heard from her since. And she seems to have stopped talking about me. Thank God. I really hope Maria has forgotten about me and anyone else she's done this to and that she hasn't bothered anyone else since. She really is a damn psycho. Hopefully Maria got the help she needed to stop the crazy behavior that she was engaging in for years. My name is Nerdy and I'm a female who was born in the Copper City in the New York state. I was 13 years old and had just turned that two months prior. My kid brother was born just over a month before my birthday, so he was only two, three months old, I believe. At the time of this scary story that I'm about to tell, I had a typical routine on how I usually walked in my nana's house because my grandmother only lived about three blocks in a large parking lot away from my house. I was walking my baby brother to my grandmother's house in his stroller. My mother had left before me to go to the pharmacy for my grandmother, so my brother and I were alone at the time. As we got to the parking lot, I was aware of a blue crappy car that kept going by over and over again, which I thought was odd, but I still kept walking and just tried paying attention as I was trying to keep my brother safe. As we passed through the large parking lot, I was trying to be quick because the car pulled in and drove around for a bit before sitting in a random spot where I saw the guy staring at me in the stroller, which caused me to start panicking. I picked up my pace yet again, almost in a jog at this point, and we got out of the lot and across the road into the third block. My Nana was just around the corner at the end of the block, but he had pulled up beside me and kept trying to talk to me, but I ignored him. We almost got to the alleyway next to my old house. That's when my old neighbor happened to come out right at that exact moment. So I then looked at him and said, hey dad, we're home. Before turning to walk towards him as he then walked down the steps. As he then saw the car and the fear in my eyes, he then walked up to me, but right at that moment the car pulled off. I then sighed in relief. I had then asked him to call my nana's house phone because cell phones were not very big back then. My Nana walked to the corner and I then walked down to her with my brother and we made it out of this safe. I never saw that man or the car again. He was a guy about 5 foot 10 and about 150 pounds. He drove a very dirty, crappy, rusty, light blue car with a dented roof. So yeah, that's my creepy story about how I was stalked with my Kid, baby brother. Be safe out there. Everyone please. I'm a 23 year old female, but this event took place when I was 15. Growing up, my mom was an addict, my dad was absent and my mom's boyfriend was abusive. Fighting, screaming and chaos was typical Dave. My mom's boyfriend at the time was deep into drugs as well as my mom. And there'd be random strangers constantly in and out of the house at all hours of the day. Due to the absence of proper guardianship, I'm sure you can guess that I ended up in the wrong crowd. By age 13, I was sneaking out to meet boys, drinking, smoking and doing other things a typical 13 year old kid should never do. When I was 15, I met a boy named Tyler. I'm using his real name because fuck him. We met one night when me and a few friends were trying to find someone to buy us alcohol. Being stupid teenagers, we would usually just ask strangers who were going into the store. Just an FYI. It's kind of scary how many adults are willing to purchase alcohol for minors. Anyway, Tyler was the first person we'd asked that night. He said yes, got our drinks and he met us in the parking lot where we were waiting for him. He asked us where we were headed and what we were getting into. Tonight, one of my friends, who we'll call Sarah, then told him we're just hanging out, walking around. We lived in a big city with lots of busy streets, so we'd usually just walk around until we found something that caught our interest. But on this night, it was past 10pm, everywhere was closing and the roads were emptying. Tyler then invited us to go with him in his car and drive around. And us being stupid kids, went with him. Sarah and our other friend, who we'll call Kate, sat in the back together and I was up in the front passenger seat at the time. I was really excited that I got the front because I was honestly excited to sit by him. At the time I thought he was a hot or older guy with a car. I was way too naive to realize he was actually a creep. I thought the drive was fun at the time. He'd taken us on a back road that went alongside a river with trees and railroad tracks on the other side. He drove fast and he had his music turned up so loud that it was shaking the car. He started smoking a blunt and we all joined in on it. I was honestly having a good time. I didn't see the danger that I was putting myself in or the reckless behavior of this strange man that we just left with. He had bought us four Locos and I'd been sipping on mine during the drive. At one point he had told me to Chuck was. Which I stupidly did. Being a 5 foot 4, 92 pound child, I inevitably got drunk. Some of that night is pretty faded, but I remember him placing his hand on my thigh. I didn't mind because I really thought that I liked him. By the end of the night, Sarah and Kate had to head home and Tyler said he'd drop us all off at the store that we met at. Before I got out of the car, he had asked me for my phone number. I gave it to him and he then kissed me before I got out and started walking home with my friends. The rest of the night was a blur. The next morning when I checked my phone, I had a text from him. It said something along the lines of I want to see you again. And I had a good time again. Being a naive 15 year old, I was happy about this. The following weekend we all met up again. He bought us drinks again and we went for a ride again. He also drove fast, played loud music and smoked and drank again. Except this time he held my hand the entire time. One of the songs he played was really sexual and in one part of the song it was talking about laying you down and tasting you. He squeezed my hand gently and then smiled at me. This made me blush, but thinking about it now makes me feel so weird. Anyway, this became our routine. He'd pick us up nearly every weekend for months. Tyler and I eventually began dating. Even though I knew nothing about him, we'd never talk about ourselves because all we did was drive and listen to loud music. But again, I didn't see it as an issue. I thought this man was awesome until it happened. One of the weekends we were all supposed to meet, I got a text from him asking if it could just be me and him this time. Luckily, my instinct kicked in and I then told him that I wasn't feeling well. I didn't want to ditch my friends because they were already on their way to meet me. The night went on as normal, us girls just hanging out on my porch gossiping. When we saw his car, he drove really slowly past my house. He didn't stop, but instead just kept going down the road. I immediately felt guilty for lying to him and within two minutes I received a text message. Why did you lie to me? I replied, I'm not lying. They just brought me some snacks and were checking on me. Even though I was definitely continuing to Lie. I remember him getting upset, saying that he should be the one to bring me things and to check on me again. I was feeling guilty up until Kate asked, has he been here before? How'd he know where you live? That's when I think my brain finally started to be like, hey, this isn't right because we had always met him at the store, he's never picked me up or dropped me off at my house. I texted him again and I asked him how he knew where I was and he played it off like he had accidentally stumbled upon my street and just so happened to be driving very slowly by my house. Specifically whatever. I didn't reply because I had been distracted by my friends. Eventually my friends left and I had gone inside to get ready for bed. I showered, brushed my teeth and turned on my TV for some background noise to drown out the sounds of whatever my mom and her people were doing downstairs in the basement. I remember waking up at 4:12am because I had checked my phone to see what time it was. I had a notification. It was a text from Tyler. It read can you meet me? It was sent just a few minutes ago, which I'm assuming is what woke me up. I texted back telling him I was asleep, but he insisted on seeing me. I had to firmly reply back no before turning my phone on do not disturb and then going back to sleep. When I woke up that morning and turned my phone off, do not disturb text started to pour in as well as missed call notifications, all from Tyler, as I'm sure you already guessed. I read each one as they appeared on my screen, noticing his attitude and tone change throughout. He started off with saying that he missed me and just wanted to see me, but it soon turned darker and he was calling me disgusting names, saying that I used him for his car and alcohol, that I was a tease, etc. I had over 20 missed calls from him as well, but my heart sank to my stomach when I received a photo from him. It was a selfie of him holding a gun to his head. He was smiling with his eyes wide open. It scared me so bad and I stupidly texted him back, which I'm sure was his goal. I told him that I was really sorry for falling asleep and that I was tired, that I didn't mean to ignore him, etc. Can we meet? Was his only response. I now felt creeped out and a little threatened by him, so I declined. I told him that I didn't think this was going to work out, then apologized and then blocked his Number really thinking that that was the end of whatever that was. And I simply moved on from it. I had basically forgotten all about him and he was just a memory me and my friend shared. A few weeks had passed and I had gotten a message request from an account on Facebook. I didn't recognize the name, but I accepted it anyway to see what they said. It was a picture of my house. My heart felt like it had stopped and I felt the color rush from my face. I knew that it was Tyler. I messaged the account back and then said, leave me alone or I'll tell my stepdad. I didn't hear back for the rest of the day until late that night. It was around 11 o' clock and I was home alone for the night because my mom and her man went to the casino. I got a message. Another photo. I remember feeling nervous, scared, and a bit worried. I opened the message and it was a picture of me this time. I was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at my phone. I had on the previous day's outfit. So he had taken the photo of me the night before. That creep had been outside my window just last night watching me. I don't know how long he was there. I immediately began to panic, not knowing how to handle the situation, when my phone got another message. Come outside, he said. I was frozen. I didn't know if he was trying to scare me or what his intentions were, but they weren't good. I didn't reply. I was way too scared to even move. I was completely frozen. Then another message. I'm at your door. I checked my ring camera and sure enough, he was standing there on my front porch with his phone in his hand. He was typing. I was so scared that I called the police. They told me to stay in my room and along my door and to stay put until the cops arrive. The whole time he was still texting me, telling me to come, to open the door, to come outside, that he's here waiting for me. I heard him try the door handle a few times, obviously trying to gain entrance. After about five minutes of complete and utter terror and fear, I heard the police sirens near my house. I felt a rush of relief come over me because I knew that it was almost over. They took him away in handcuffs and he's still doing time in jail. The police found weapons, sex toys, drugs and a gun in his car, along with all of the messages he'd sent me. They also charged him for me being a minor. I finally found out his age and it makes me sick. To even say, but he was 28 years old at the time. I was 15. My mom eventually went to rehab and is doing better. We moved away from that city and now I'm engaged to a wonderful, loving, safe man and we have a baby boy on the way. My life has gotten better and I'm happy, but I can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of fear whenever I think of Tyler. Will he try to find me when he's released? Will he do this again to another child? Girls and boys, please hang out with people your own age. Don't do what I did. And be sure to listen to your parents whenever they tell you to not talk to strangers. Stay safe out there. I need to start this off by explaining that as a kid I was really bullied a lot. So at first I liked the attention, but it didn't last long. I was 15 when this started and would go on and off for years afterwards. I dropped out of school for grade 10 due to some personal trauma, which isn't relevant to the story, but it led me to being really depressed. And unfortunately I started taking drugs and drinking at that age. Because of this, I had finally become sociable enough to make some friends. And then someone introduced me to the guy who would later become my stalker. We'll call him Nathan, because why not? Either way, I can't remember the exact situation of meeting him because I was on something at the time. But he was 19, turning 20, so he was able to buy alcohol. And well, that was good enough for me and my friends at the time. He already knew one of my friends I was with, but took a liking to me right away. He told us he'd buy us alcohol if I'd kiss him and agree to be his girlfriend. I said sure, just to get the bottle. Either way, it ended up being four of us drinking that day. Now, the friends that I had back then liked to drink and take drugs. And because we didn't want our parents to know, we didn't go to anyone's houses. So we drank in just a secluded park area. Once a guy. Later, my friends had made excuses to leave, and when I tried to head home, both them and Nathan decided that I had to hang out with him alone. I told them I wasn't comfortable, but they all said I owed him for buying us alcohol. After they left, he forced himself on me. At the time, my reaction was to freeze, but because of that fact and the fact that I had been drinking, I told myself that it wasn't rape. So I told myself that at Least he was my boyfriend. To feel less gross about the fact that I barely knew him, I gave him my phone number, which was a landline because this was way before cell phones were everywhere. He called me every day, multiple times for like a week, then decided to come hang out. My parents had some family over, including my psycho aunt, but that's a whole nother story on its own. But he decided to go out for a smoke and visit with her and tried making friends with her and telling her he was in love with me. That definitely didn't help with the fact that I couldn't be less interested in him. He knew that I wasn't, or so he said, because he ended up asking out one of my friends, which pissed me off. I found out because I ran into her. So I called him and told him that I knew and that I was pissed. I said that we were over and that I didn't want to hear or see from him ever again. Then I hung up before he could even say anything back. This is where the stalking begins. He kept calling me daily even though I wouldn't talk to him. My parents never answered the phone. But eventually my sister picked up one of his calls. He spent an hour crying to her and begging her to have me talk to him, telling her it was a mistake. My sister took a side and tried to have me talk to him. I took the phone and just hung up. He then tried to contact my aunt that I mentioned above. He came to my house. This went on for a few weeks. So this is also when Facebook was just starting out. So he messaged all my friends asking them for help to make me talk to him and forgive him. When he realized it wasn't working, it died down. He would then appear on and off trying to contact me with fake accounts or with his own for about a year. During that time I had gotten a new boyfriend which didn't last for long, but he lost his mind over this. I got multiple messages telling me that I belonged to him, that I was a whore, and also begging for me to be with him. That relationship didn't last long. I just wasn't interested in dating anyone. I really thought things had finally ended. After that I made a new friend group and again, not in a good place mentally. My best friend said that a friend of his showed him this abandoned house that a bunch of his friends he knew would squat in. We would go to hang out there and Nathan was there. Not only that, but he I guess was in charge as he found the house and he got to Pick who was allowed in it. Everyone was just sitting in a room smoking weed. And once he saw me, he tried to have everyone leave the room so we could talk. I said no and I begged my friend to leave. He didn't want to though, as he had planned on spending the night there. I told him that I had to leave and then went home. When we met up a few days later, he told me that he was now dating Nathan. I told my friend what happened and I told him I was uncomfortable, at which point they didn't stop seeing him. I said that it's a bad idea and they're gonna regret it, but they just kept seeing him. Well, what do you know? They regretted it. He stole a bunch of my friend's stuff and then got arrested and lost it all while he was in jail. Once it got out, he contacted me and he started asking me to come get my friend's stuff. My friend had asked for their stuff back and Nathan ignored them just to have me get their stuff for them. But eventually he gave up. At this point, I was trying to get my life back and I was starting school again. I had dropped out for two years and I really wanted to get my diploma. My friend had encouraged me to start at school with him and I really loved this school. Most of the friends I have today are from that school. At this point, I had managed to block Nathan off for a few months and things were finally over with. I met a guy that I actually liked. I started going out with my now husband at 17 and when Nathan heard I had a boyfriend, he of course lost his mind. He showed up at my school demanding I talk to him. I was really lucky at this point. I had some awesome friends who had told him to fuck off and came to my defense. He finally got the hint and I hadn't heard from him in months. But then by chance, I was at a mall shopping with my now husband, we'll call him Kai. I was in a store by myself looking at stuff and I guess Nathan was there by chance. He started harassing me. Now Kai was overly protective of me due to the stalking as well as the other dramatic events that led me to drop out of school at the beginning of the story. Plus, it hadn't been confirmed at the time, but I had been pretty sick. There was a possibility I was pregnant. As soon as Kai saw me backed into a corner and uncomfortable, he grabbed me to leave. And when Nathan tried to object, he told him if he ever comes near me again, it'll be the last thing he Ever does. That pretty much wraps up my story. Except the last I heard about Nathan was about a year or two after that. I don't recall when exactly, but he ran into my mom and had started asking her questions about me. Just being friendly, I guess. But when she mentioned I was seeing someone and that we had a baby, he lost his mind. He told her that it wasn't fair and that I should have had his kid. But I never heard from him about it. That's just what he said to her, so I'm not even sure if it's true. But that was 10 years ago and I'm now happily married. I really believe that he decided to leave me alone because Kai scared him. He was a really big scary goth guy and he isn't someone you'd want to meet in a dark alley. We've been married for years and we actually just had our fourth and final baby. So did Nathan. If you're out there, drop dead. You are a real creep for going after a 15 year old child. And you should be in jail. My family and I have had a very weird year. Our house was broken into, I was assaulted and close to being kidnapped. I had a murderous stalker and I witnessed someone being taken outside my home. But of course, as the year winds down, there's a new and much worse threat. I'm gonna call the stalker Ginge because it's an ugly ginger. My sister, who was one of the targets of Ging, Giselle, and my sister's friend, who's the other target, is S. This all revolves around them. But I accidentally forced myself into the danger. Elle was friends with Jingch for about two years. They were always together, but they were a year apart. I never liked Jinch and I told Elle this all the time. The way I saw it, Jinch was manipulating her and influencing her decisions. Ginge even got a job where Elle worked the first night of Thanksgiving when she was home from her first year in college. I was upstairs on my Xbox at 11 at night when I got a notification that she was leaving from life360. That was weird. So I looked at the app and she was at Jinja's house. My parents were freaking out about this because my sister told them nothing. I texted and asked if I needed to calm my parents down because you needed to save Jinge from killing himself. It turns out that I had hit the nail right on the head. He was threatening to kill himself, but I only knew part of the story. I didn't ever know how much of what was going on. Between them. But a few days later, I learned that Jeng and Al had a falling out and were not speaking to one another. My sister also warned me to run away if I ever saw him in public. Nothing else happened for me until the start of Christmas break. Me and Elle were driving to Walmart for some stocking stuffers and she kept looking at her phone very angrily. I asked her what was wrong and she said that Ginge was turning her friends against her with manipulation. I, as her brother was pissed even though I didn't know everything. At 2 in the morning, I snuck out to his house and I keyed his car. I even left the thing I did it with on the hood of the car. Well, about two days later I was getting the mail and I found that thing in my mailbox. Things weren't looking good, but nothing more has happened to me. Now I'm going to fill in the holes in the story that I just learned. On Christmas night, my sister got a call from Jinge saying he was going to kill himself. So she rushed over to save him and call the cops for him. The cops didn't show up for over an hour. The next day she got a hysterical call from S saying that Jinge had been yelling that he was going to kill S and himself. My sister called Jenge and started telling him that he was way out of line. Then he said he was going to kill all three of them, including himself. That night she was getting spammed by a random number to give her the code to get into the gate. L and S were both at my house and the random number was Ginge. He never made it in. But that night we heard several gunshots coming from the same direction of the gate. After we ignored him, he was coming to kill them. This was not the first time he tried to kill L and S. He showed up at S's house another night and my sister was hiding in the dark house with a taser. They called the cops again and they took over four hours to show up. This time they went looking for him to bring him home because his parents were worried. Instead of arresting him, the cops never found him. But he found S and Elle a couple more times, which involved lots of yelling and Elle tasing him. Now Ging has successfully convinced multiple people that L is trying to manipulate him and everyone else into making him look like the bad guy when in reality it's him that's pulling the strings. I have honestly been contemplating jail time for a few days now because he needs to be silenced before L or S is. As the new year draws closer, he will not want to live anymore and he'll be taking one of them with him if he commits suicide. I formulated a plan though. I filed a report to his place of work that he's been drinking under rage and on duty. This will get him fired and he's under investigation now. Once he's fired, he'll be so miserable and depressed that he'll actually kill himself. Of course, this may make him reckless and come for L when he's about to do it. This means that until he's dead, I'll have my hunting knife at my side and I will not let Elle out of my sight. I've also advised S to go into hiding. If he comes for either of them or takes one, I'm going after him and killing him without hesitation. I don't even care if I go to jail. Both L and S are thinking about taking Jinge to court as of now. And they really think they could get him put away for years. I don't even know the worst parts as L says that I would go kill him right now if I knew everything. Maybe all this sounds like a joke to some people, but constantly having to watch not just Urbek, but also two other people's and knowing a psychopath is trying to kill them, well, that's not a fun feeling. It feels like a bad horror movie. But I know that I have to be the one to take him down. I was the only one who ever saw that he was unhinged and manipulating everyone. My sister sees now that that's what he's doing, but she's still not able to see him for who he really is. She says that if she had a gun pointed at his head and he just killed S that she wouldn't be able to pull the trigger. This is why I have to be the one to expose him and take him down. Even if it means I have to spend my life behind bars. I'm willing to protect my sister at all costs. For a little context, I didn't have a lot of stability or safety as a child. My biological father is a sexual predator and assaulted my older sister when she was a child. So I never got to meet him until I was 10 years old. Every time I lived with my mom, she would take off for months at a time and leave me alone in her house. I was only eight years old at the time. I periodically lived with my aunt, but she was an alcoholic and had raised me for most of my childhood in a fundamentalist Mormon cult. But every time I went to live with my mom, she would leave me and I was always hungry and dirty. So I figured it was best to just stay with my aunt. Well, fast forward to when I'm 16 years old and my aunt got drunk and blacked out in the hallway of our house after I called 911. My dad and stepmom had picked me up from the hospital and they decided it was best that I lived with them. My dad made me really uncomfortable, but I still loved him and I thought he was a changed man. And I did adore my stepmom. I reluctantly said yes because I desperately didn't want to go back to my mom's and I couldn't handle being with my aunt anymore. One thing I have to point out that I didn't realize at the time. I had called my boyfriend Dylan and our mutual friend Mike to come with me to the hospital. It was like a weight lifted off my chest when Dylan showed up and he managed to cheer me up after finding out my aunt was ok. But my dad, for reasons I would later find out, was incredibly jealous of Dylan. I remember how stiff he looked sitting across from us in the hospital and the angry look he had on his face watching Dylan and I. After Dylan left, my dad had told me, I'm not happy with you and I really don't like that you have a boyfriend. I took it at the time as him just being an overprotective dad. My instincts were telling me otherwise, but I ignored them because I didn't have any parents in my life that would protect me. So I just told myself to trust him because it was the only option I had at the time. So time went by and everything was amazing. Mostly because my stepmom was really wonderful and my dad had worked so much that I went months without seeing him. I was flourishing and I had a lot of friends. I was able to express myself for the first time and not to sound conceited or full of myself, but I grew up to be very pretty, which drew in some evil men into my life, including my own father. I finally had confidence for the first time in my life. And my life for the first time felt, well, normal. It felt like heaven. Until my dad came home. I had brought over a guy friend, we weren't even dating, and my dad expressed the same jealousy as he did with my ex, Dylan. Again, I dismissed it. But my dad was growing increasingly obsessive and I began to feel as though he was watching my every move. I ended up dating a guy named Luke. He was my first love. When my dad found out about this, he sat down with me one day and said something along the lines of, you're being sexually active out of wedlock. I don't know how he knew that or if he had just assumed. Your stepmom's only slept with her ex husband and me, and as a Mormon family, that's what's expected of a woman. Luke and I had dated for about four months and he ended up cheating on me and then breaking up with me. And naturally I was heartbroken. I don't know what it was about that event, but my dad sensed my vulnerability and leaped right into it. The first weird thing I noticed was I woke up one day and my ipod was missing. I ended up finding the broken case in my closet, but no ipod. The thing about that ipod is not only did I have all of the music I loved, but also some naked photos of me as well. And it did not have a passcode to get in. I didn't want to think that my dad took it, so I brushed it off yet again a few days later. Things increasingly became more unusual and more difficult. Dangerous for me. I changed my hair and it may seem weird, but my sister later told me that it seemed like he was more attracted to me after that and also seeing me in such a vulnerable state since the assault happened a few days later. I was laying on the couch still pretty heartbroken over Luke, and my dad came downstairs and sat on the couch next to me and he then started rubbing my bats, which maybe wouldn't be too weird, but he had started rubbing my back under my shirt. I don't think my brain could process what was happening, so I froze up almost into a dreamlike state. My stepmom came into the room and he pulled his hand quickly out of my shirt. I don't know how, but she didn't notice. The next morning, my dad came into my room to wake me up for school. When he woke me up, I noticed that the door was cracked. Everyone except for him and I were still asleep. He started off by stroking my cheek and then he climbed on top of me and kissed me on the lips a few times. Then telling me, this is how I used to kiss you as a baby. Is this okay? I was honestly terrified and I just said yes. He then started rubbing the inside of my pants slightly below my stomach, then up my shirt, and even proceeded to lift up my shirt and look at me. I think I went into shock because I didn't move. I've always been really skinny, and at 16, I was slightly underweight. And my dad was a big guy. So I knew I had no chance of fighting him off. And I was scared he would hurt me or my stepmom if I screamed. I then went into survival mode. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. After it was over, he drove me to school and to keep myself safe, I just pretended like everything was okay. But once I had gotten to school, I had ran away and called my mom to come get me. She seemed irritated and didn't even believe me. So she called my sister to drive down from Wyoming to Utah to come pick me up. While I waited for her, my stepmom found me. I got into her car and she asked what happened. Then she said, you, dad told me that you might have took his cuddling the wrong way. When I told her in detail what had happened, she said that there wasn't anything unusual about that and it wasn't even weird that he did it. I knew in that moment that no one there had my back and I had to get out before things escalated even more. Unfortunately though, I would go on to be sexually assaulted and raped by four men after him. I was raped two months later by a 25 year old man at a party. And after that happened, I had messaged my dad telling him that he paved the pathway for this to happen. No one would believe me, so I learned to stay quiet about everything that happened to me. And I told him that I forgave him. Not for him, but for me. So Chris, my biological father, if you're listening, you nor any of the other men that have done this to me have broken me. I am not a victim. I'm a victor. You never got to watch me fall in love with my husband and I have children that you'll never meet. Your life is falling apart. And me, I'm better than okay. And I've promised myself that I'll never let another man hurt me like that ever again. I was 20 at the time this incident occurred, and I'm a female. I lived in Alberta, Canada at the time. When I was a college student, I was used to living in a city environment, so I always considered myself to be pretty street smart. I went about my life as normal. But one day that all changed. I was on every social media that you can think of, including Twitter. I wasn't on it much, but I had an account anyway. One day my sister had called me back home in Quebec, and I immediately knew that something was wrong. She demanded to know where I was which confused me, but I told her I was at home and I asked her what was going on. It was the weekend that I wasn't at work or school, so I had some rare time to myself. She told me that she didn't know how to tell me this, but there was a video of me circulating on Twitter and that she needed me to know. I asked her what she meant and she said she would send me the link and that she was so sorry. I was anxious now and I asked her to please tell me what the hell is going on. She told me that she wanted to video call me, which I agreed to, and we hung up so we could do that. When I answered, she looked like she had been crying and her eyes were frantic. I asked her again to please tell me what the hell was going on and what did she mean that a video of me was circulating? She told me that basically there was this Twitter page called Canada Creep. She said it was a page dedicated to posting photos and videos of women without their consent and that often these messages and videos were inappropriate close ups of women's breasts and butts, etc. My blood ran cold and I felt sick. My sister had told me that she had heard about the page but never thought much of it since sadly, a lot of creeps do that sort of thing. However, she told me that someone had reached out to her and told her I was on it. This person was on the page trying to get it taken down and had recognized me. I needed to see how bad it was, so when my sister sent me the link, I looked. I recognized myself walking down the street from behind. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The footage followed me zooming in on my ass before suddenly switching to the front of me. He must have got ahead of me somehow and edited two clips together. My top wasn't low cut at all, but even if it was, no one deserves to be perved on. The camera showed my full face in the second half and then zoomed in on my chest area as I walked. The clip wasn't very long, but it wasn't short either. It made me burst into tears to know that someone had been filming me and that it was now online. All for a bunch of perverts to thirst over. I recognized the outfit and the video must have been taken just a few weeks before. Within the same month I discovered it. I recognized where I was and I hadn't felt like anyone was watching me or filming me. I was shaking as I wracked my brain around it. How could I not have not noticed someone was filming me, especially from the front? Wouldn't I have seen a man waving his phone at me? I couldn't stop crying and my sister kept telling me how she was so sorry and she began crying too. The creep captioned it with something I don't want to share just in case anyone tries to find me, but it made me sick because it was something so gross and dehumanizing. One of my roommates must have heard me because she knocked on my door and I told her she could come in. I ended up telling her everything and she tried to console me. She said that she had no idea that a page like that existed, but I ended up finding out that some people at her college were aware of it. Some people were actually trying to get it taken down. I don't want to give any information about my identity because I'm honestly still paranoid that some perverts from that page could still find me somehow, but I'm going to be sharing some links the Southern Cannibal can put in the description if he decides to use this story just for anyone who might want to read about it. Anyways, I tried reporting the video but Twitter didn't take it down. The page had thousands of followers and I don't know if all of them were creeps or maybe it was people trying to keep tabs to close it down. The man was eventually caught, but it didn't erase all the stress he had caused. I feel like I was one of the lucky ones because so many other women were victims of upskirting and I can't even imagine how violating that would feel. I feel violated enough having this man zoom in on my chest and fully covered behind knowing a bunch of perverts lusting over it. Never mind the world seeing my underwear. To this day I feel uncomfortable and on high alert in public and I struggle taking public transport as I was near public transport when he got footage of me. It's been several years now, but I still feel so angry. This complete stranger has destroyed my trust in the world and I'll never get it back. The story took place from the time that I was 11 to 16 years old. My parents had gotten a divorce when I was nine and my little sister was six. We ended up moving to the other side of town to a little house that my mom had rented. My mom got lonely so she decided to try dating. She began dating this man named Matt. They had dated for about a year until my mom discovered that he was cheating on her. Little did she Know that wouldn't be the end of Matt. When they were together, he would show abusive tendencies. He would commonly scream at me and my little sister. I was only 10 at the time that this happened, so I became very afraid of him. Once my mom kicked him out, he began stalking us. He would park in front of our house and just sit there all night. I don't know what he did in the car all night, but I would stare at that car for hours until I fell asleep. And then the next day, he would be gone. My mom had to work a lot and would leave me and my little sister home alone since I was old enough. Even on nights my mom worked, he would still be there. One time when I was 13, he got ballsy and came to our door. He would just stand there all night until like five minutes before my mom got home. He would also go around the house and knock on all of the windows. I once woke up in the middle of the night to my little sister screaming. I ran to her room and she was crying in her bed. She said that Matt was outside her window. I wasn't getting the proper amount of sleep that I should have because I was really scared that he was going to break in. I actually told my dad about it on our next visit. And he gave me a phone and he said to call him if he came back. And sure enough, he came back, knocking on my bedroom window. I called my dad, and he rushed right over cussing Matt out. Look, I'm gonna tell you this once. If you don't leave my kids alone, I'm calling the cops on your fucking sorry ass. Matt did leave us alone for about two weeks, but then he came back. My 14th birthday had just passed by this point, and he decided to leave me a little birthday gift right outside my bedroom window. It was a fucking dildo. I was disgusted. I was a child. I told my mom about this, and we went to get trained on how to use a gun. She told me if he came back to threaten him with the gun. He did come back, and I did indeed threaten him with the gun. And he never showed up again after that. But he did begin to stalk me and my mom on our social medias. What the hell is wrong with this guy? It had been about four years since he and her dated. Why was he still stalking us? I began to have night terrors of him breaking into our house and actually kidnapping me and my sister. And it got so bad to the point that I had to go to therapy over it. When I was 16, the stalking on social media stopped entirely. No new fake accounts, no nothing. I guess they found someone else to stalk. My mother is now happily married to another man named Danny, and he's the sweetest stepdad ever. I'm 23 years old now, and I really hope to never come across mad again what a psycho he was. I want to start off by saying that this story took place when I was a different person than who I am now. For context, I was a bad drug addict for about 10 years. I'm not proud, but I did work as an escort on the side. I'd met guys who treated me decently. Then there were the ones who weren't so nice. Anyways, one night when I was home, I had received a call from my boss saying a customer who will call Mike came in yelling, saying that I hit his car. Mind you, I didn't even have a car. After settling that, I must admit that business was slow and that my regulars just weren't able to help. Mike continued to call and text. So after a while, I had agreed on seeing him. He would always come so late, and getting him to leave was a whole nother issue. After that, I would have regulars over and would look down my street and who do you think was there? Yeah, Mike. No one had asked him to be there. After my date left, he came banging on the door asking who that was and even threatened me with a statement that made me scared as hell. You better be glad that he left. And when I asked why, he then said to me, I can make your life a living hell. Little did I know he was serious to add further content. The stuff that he wanted was insanely odd. Well, to me anyways. He insisted on me kissing him with my eyes completely open and never used Terms of endearment. One time I called him Babe and he blew up saying, that's a word strippers use for people who don't care about anything. Every day after that, it was constant messages asking when we could meet. And it even got so bad that he tried to find my parents number to try and talk them into admitting me. Thank God they didn't listen. He then turned up after a couple of days without talking to him, and he made me a shrine, like on my trailer steps. A lighter, a cigarette, anything he could use to try and make me feel bad for him. Finally, I'd had enough. I couldn't handle the constant harassment. I had asked my boss to ban him from the club. Fortunately for me, my boss said yes. So if my story doesn't seem scary enough, well, I'm getting ready to go right there. One night after work, he had sat in the park close to my trailer. He had apparently called my parents saying how he couldn't live without me as well as all the great memories we've shared in the park. I eventually got fed up and I told him to stop bothering my parents with this nonsense and that I never wanted to see him again or a smelly car. He then hung up. But something told me that I got off way too easy. So about two nights later I had fallen asleep watching a movie and all of a sudden I woke up to smelling fire. I then looked over to see my wall of curtains were on fire. I was shocked and thought I was dreaming it. I then ran out. No clothes whatsoever. I screamed for help and my neighbors called 911. The fire was eventually put out and after a couple of weeks later, the fire department told me that it seemed like it was a short from the AC. Funny thing is, a few weeks later Mr. Mike had admitted to another friend of mine that he felt like he had no choice but to do it. Now I had no evidence it was him, just hearsay. But Mike, you best damn believe you did it and you almost killed me. I hope terrible things happen to you. You truly deserve. The story happened about five years ago when I was a cheerleader in high school. I hadn't thought much about it in a while, but now I'm a cheer coach for the same high school that I went to. And we went to a game in the same location the other night and the bus driver said, hey, do you remember that night? To which I replied with of course I do. That was a really terrifying night. So I thought I would come here and tell the story. So when I was a junior in high school, I was on the cheer squad with about 10 other girls or so and our coach. It was a regular Friday game day just like any other. We were at school anticipating the game that night, excited as could be. It was an away game in a town about 35 minutes away from our school. The day was totally normal until chatter started running through the school that someone had released a bomb thread on the school we were going to play that night. The news was vague. We were unsure if it was that day or earlier in the week. We didn't know if the game was canceled or still on. Then we found out that the boy who made the thread was the ex boyfriend of a girl I cheered with. I'll call her D and we'll call her XC C had made the threat, but wasn't in custody. The police knew it was him and they were looking for him, but they hadn't yet found him. They decided to keep the game on to try and catch him just in case he showed up at the game. Then after school, we get on the bus and we're on our way to this game. And then D gets word that he's threatened her and the cheer squad, specifically death threats. We're all freaking out and we had no idea what to do. We had stopped to eat at McDonald's, and two officers pulled up in a police car. They then explained to us that they were going to escort us to the field. They also said that no matter where the cheerleaders, our coach and our bus driver went that night, we had to have a police officer with us. So we leave McDonald's and we have a police escort into the field. We pull in and we start to unload off the bus. Now I'm going to explain the layout of the field to help you understand the rest of the story. So we're on the visitor side, obviously. We have small bleachers and they're like four seats high and about six sets of bleachers long. But the home teachers were grand stadium like bleachers, blocky cement bleachers with a giant roof like covering. A metal gate surrounding the whole track of the outside of the field except on the visitor side. And then behind the home bleachers there was a thick woods line. So we go to our normal spot on the track in front of the bleachers. There was an officer posted near where we were cheering, an officer posted by our bus and officers near the woods line in the back. We walked in a big group to the bathroom with an officer in tower. We huddled D in the middle of our little circle. So we pretty much cheered just like normal that night, acting as though everything was okay. During the end of halftime to, like, the beginning of the third quarter, I believe there was commotion on the other side of the field. We hadn't seen or heard anything directly, but the news just kind of traveled around. You know, Someone that my mom knew was sitting in the home bleachers, let her know that C had managed to make it onto the property and had actually been arrested. C and a group of other boys had somehow snuck into the property through the woods line, and they had various weapons such as brass knuckles, knives and guns. I'm not sure why, but C had went to the home side bleachers and someone alerted an officer and he was arrested along with the Friends he had brought. They were then hauled off in a police car. It was an immediate sense of relief for all of us. The lady that messaged my mom actually took a picture of him being arrested. It was a really scary picture to see. He went to jail, but I'm not really sure how long he served. It wasn't nearly long enough. I think it was a year, but it's possibly even less. He's been out now for a long time. That night will never stop being terrifying. I really hope he knows what he put people through that night. He is now married with a child and it still baffles me every day that he can just go on like a normal person after what he did. Thank God no one was hurt that night. I pray all the time that I never see him again. I believe I was about 13 when this happened. I'm a girl for context and I would go to my grandparents house some days after school. I can't remember how it happened. The year was 2013 and my mobile phone was a BlackBerry. The little square ones if anyone's familiar. Anyways, this random number began calling me. It rang me three times in one evening but I ignored it. I just thought it was a scammer and phones weren't evolved to detect scam calls at this time. However, when I was in school I'd take my phone out at lunchtimes and I'd have multiple missed calls, like 15, 20 of them. My lunch in school was around 12:30 to 1:20 if I remember correctly. I'm almost 24 now, so it's a little hazy remembering it all. Well it was really scaring me. So one day I had decided to answer and explain to the person that they had the wrong number. One day I called and I answered and said I remember it was a male on the other end and he sounded young, maybe 20s or something. I just said hello, to which he said hello back and he started saying that he needed to talk to me. He had a thick accent so it was a bit difficult to fully understand. I just told him I'm sorry but I don't know you. Please stop calling me, you have the wrong number. He said that he didn't and that he needed to talk to me. I just freaked out and hung up, but he called straight back. He never texted me, just called. I was scared and uncomfortable at this point. From that day on he phoned me even more. I'd get 30 calls a day from this guy. I had my phone on silent and I was scared to tell my mom or grandparents. Well, one day I was at my grandparents and my mom was at work. I was talking to my grandad and I decided to tell him about the calls because it was just really making me uncomfortable. I felt like I couldn't use my phone without him calling me. I know that people must be questioning why I didn't block the number, and honestly, I don't know. I'm pretty sure that you could block numbers on BlackBerry phones. So. So I don't know why I didn't. Maybe it wasn't a feature, or maybe I was just too young and clueless to do it. I don't know. My grandad told me to answer it the next time he called and then hand him the phone. When he did call again, I did this. My grandad stood up and then walked into the hallway out of the living room. He then said hello in a very firm voice and I heard speaking from my phone, but I couldn't make out what the dude was saying. My grandad then said firmly and aggressively, look, this is my granddaughter's phone. I'm her granddad. You better stop pestering her or I'm calling the police. Fuck off and leave my granddaughter the fuck alone. He stayed on the line and then said, I will call the police if you don't stop. Before then hanging up, he gave me my phone back and I asked what was going on. He said the man was asking to speak to the girl who'd answered him and my grandad said everything he said. The man just kept begging to talk to me, to which my granddad just kept telling him that he'd called the police. The man phoned back and my grandad answered again. This time, though, he actually shouted. He told the man to never call this number again or else he'd sling his balls from a hook on the ceiling. This seemed to actually do the trick this time as the man actually hung up and my granddad was triumphant. The guy never called again. To this day, I don't know who the man was, how he got my number or anything. I wasn't on social media and I never handed my phone number out to anyone. It was definitely odd and unsettling, but I'm very thankful that my granddad got rid of him. The summer I turned 14, I was sent to stay with my mom. My parents were in the middle of a custody battle and the few months of summer got awarded to my mom. Her house was in a small Louisiana town on 15 acres with the only grocery store being 20 minutes out. This was away from my Friends, my home, and anything I found fun. At 14, my mom isn't a great parent, and staying with her wasn't a ruling I agreed with. But my dad had no choice but to send me out. The moment school had ended that May, I packed a bag and reluctantly began my stay. The moment I arrived, my phone, makeup, and any of my items that showed a part of my identity were taken away from me. I was given a room with a mattress on the ground, and I was told I couldn't leave unless I received permission. Including the bathroom. Yeah. That was how my summer began and continued for the next three months. However, there were some days where my mom was in a good mood and had actually allowed me to go on walks. These walks allowed me to maintain my sanity. I'd tagged my mom's dog and we'd be walking for hours just to be out of the house. I wasn't allowed them frequently, so I really cherished that time. There was a small neighborhood right near my mom's that I would make laps in. It was the only street without a dirt or rock road, so it became routine. I'd walk there about once a week if I was allowed. The problems arose about a month into my stay. My mom's house had planter boxes under every window and bushes around the perimeter of the home. She started to notice them being crushed in snack wrappers nearby. Given the house's separation from the road and the area it was in, there were no curtains, including in the bathroom. This happening was odd, but my mom didn't think too much into it. She was never that smart. I didn't care much. I had more to be concerned with, and I continued taking my walks when allowed. So that mid June, I had been out on a walk when a man in his mid to late 60s waved over to me. It was a small town and he was out in his front yard, so it wasn't really odd for him to want to make conversation. I passed his house every time I walked, so I just assumed that maybe he started to recognize me and just wanted to say hi. He was very friendly, asking a lot about my mom's dog, and had eventually asked to take a photo for his mom. I thought that was odd. I mean, this man was old, but I agreed just to try and end the conversation. I remember looking at my hands the entire time, just waiting for him to be done. I wasn't paying attention to where he was pointing his camera. And I really urge any young woman listening to be more socially aware than I was. When he said he was done. I had looked back up and tried to end the conversation and leave, but he just kept dragging it on and it started to make it more about me. At that point the red flags were now raised and I told him that my mom expected me back and I had to go. When I got back, I had told my mom that I talked to someone and had asked if she knew him. I didn't want to bring any weirdness up because my walks were my only freedom and I didn't want them taken away. She had never met him and I dropped it and went back to my room upset how soon my walk was over that day. A few days passed and my mom was in a really good mood that Saturday so I was allowed to stay up at night and watch TV in the sun room. This was the first time in over a month and a half I was actually allowed to not only stay up but but do something in the house without supervision. For anyone who doesn't know, a sunroom is a fully windowed room and as a reminder we had zero curtains. I was up until 4am watching TV, having snacks and I remember it is the best day that I had that whole summer. When I couldn't stay up any longer, I went to my room, changed into my PJs and then finally crawled into bed. The next morning my mom woke me up for church yelling about a chair being under my window. The house is on a raised foundation, so to see in you need to stand on something and we had a patio set beside the house. I promised her that it wasn't me and the only reason she believed that it was is because the window doesn't open. We called the cops and they blamed me, saying I was trying to sneak out. At this time I knew something was wrong, so I just chose to be honest with my mom about the man I met and how he made me feel. I wasn't allowed to go on any more walks. To understand this next part, you need to know that it's a shotgun house. You can stand at the back door and see the front and my room was right next to the back. I started to get woken up at night by the back door rattling. It wasn't a light rattle either. It was aggressive and loud. It wasn't the kind of noise you want to make if you're trying to break into a house. This happened three nights in a row until my sister brought it up once at breakfast. She had been hearing it too. I was really struggling with my mental health at the time, so I didn't know if it was really happening or not, which is why I didn't bring it up. My mom had sent my sister to stay at my grandma's for the next few days and I stayed in the house with my mom. She put flour on the back patio that night and flour on the doorknob just to see if it caught anything. That next morning there were footprints everywhere and the flour was wiped from the doorknob. We called the cops and again they did nothing. I really hope that anyone listens. Listening never has to deal with the Louisiana police. They suck. Luckily, soon after, my dad had received emergency removal for me from the courts and he got to take me home again. Once he found out I was being kept in a room and not being fed, he received full custody and my mom was only allowed to see me every other Christmas. And unfortunately that included the following Christmas. I did visit her house that December only for the day, which is important for later the next June. Due to unfortunate events with my dad, my mom received emergency custody of me. My mom and I were on better terms this time around and she mentioned how in February a man pulled into her driveway when she was unloading her groceries and had asked about me. He apparently matched the description of the man that I met the one time the year before, and he was detailing how pretty and kind I was to my mom, asking where I'd been. He even said that my mom's dog went over to his house on Christmas. He lived streets away and my mom's dog wasn't allowed outside that holiday. And most importantly, that man shouldn't have known where I lived. We firmly believed at that point that the man was responsible for everything that happened the year before prior. I was only back at that house for a month before I moved with my mom to Texas and I've never seen him again. I'm currently 22, but I was really curious about him last year and I remembered his address so I had looked it up on Google Maps. He was running a home security sales business out of his house. It has luckily since been shut down. So the story actually happened to my mom, so it's from her perspective. I was 17 and working at a coffee shop near my house after school. For context, me and all of my co workers were females in high school or college. And for context on how my store looked, it had a big glass window to the outside and right on the other side was parking lots, so when people pulled in it was pretty hard to miss them. So I had worked there for like three months at this point. And I had about four, five shifts a week. So I was there pretty often. And normally everything went great, except for the occasional Karen. Well, about four months into me working there, almost every night the same car was show up and it would literally just sit there in one of those spots right outside the window with their headlights on. They literally would sit there for like an hour, then leave. They never came inside. This continued for a while, which was super annoying because of the super bright headlights right on us. But we just assumed it was some inconsiderate dude spending his break there or something until he came inside. It was a normal night and we saw his car pull in. We rolled our eyes until we had heard the car door open and shut. We were all super scared until he came in, ordered and then left. Me and my coworkers felt bad after realizing he was actually a nice normal middle aged dude, or so we thought. For the months that followed, he was back to his old routine of just sitting there with the headlights on and then leaving. It was at this point that my manager was aware, but unfortunately was only ever there in the daytime until this one night when she was actually there. He showed up again and my manager decided to call the cops this time. Well, the cops showed up to his car window and he was literally just sitting in his car jerking off, watching us through the fucking window. When the cops told us this news, as you can imagine, we all felt very sick to our stomachs. But unfortunately the story doesn't end there. I wasn't told anything about this guy, but I assumed he was locked up since he stopped showing up after that. But about three months after the incident, I was moving provinces and sadly I had to give away my iguana. I had put up some ads for him and stuff and someone was quick to answer. So I gave him my address and he came to my house. Well, my father had opened the door and showed him to my room, which is where my iguana cage was. And I kid you not, it was the same guy now in my fucking bedroom. I was honestly too scared to do anything or even acknowledge that I knew it was him. So I just quickly talked about my iguana and I told him I'd call him if it worked out. And obviously I didn't give my pet to this creep. But I was so happy to be moving after knowing this creep now had my address. I'm still convinced that he somehow knew it was me and wasn't actually interested in the iguana at all. And I'm now a lot more Careful about the personal information that I give out. What a fucking creep that guy was. My story takes place in a small rural town in southern Louisiana. The year was 1998 and I was about 12 years old. My mother and I were in between houses since my parents had just gone through a divorce. We were staying in a small spare two bedroom, one bath house on the side of my grandmother's home. All while my mother was saving money to get us into an apartment or any type of better living space really. It was summer and the local fair was something that everyone in my town really loved to attend every year. Lucky for us, the fair was within walking distance from where we had been living. My mother and I walked to the fair to meet with friends and family. She went off to chat with friends and she had trusted me to hang out with my friends. After a few hours of socializing, I had spilled soda on a white T shirt that I had on. I hurried home to change into something clean. I arrived home and to no surprise, the door was unlocked. This was the type of town where folks just left their doors unlocked often since the area was very low on crime. But when I got into my room, I noticed the strangest thing. There was a newspaper laid across my bed. I knew that wasn't there before when I had left, but I guess my mother must have just put it there for some odd reason. When I looked at the newspaper, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was dated in 1991. A seven year old local newspaper. Though it was odd, I just brushed it off, changed my shirt and headed back to the fair. Later that evening I had gotten back home and I had showed my mother the newspaper and I asked why she had left it there. She was just as clueless as I was though. She asked our grandmother and she also had no idea where the newspaper came from either. A few nights later, the landline phone then rang. My mother answered it and repeatedly said hello. She hung up on the phone and I asked who it was. She just said no one. I think it's a pring caller. About 10 minutes later, the phone rang again. After my mother answered, she told the caller to stop calling. Well, a few nights later we had received another call, but this time it was about one in the morning. It woke me up and I really wanted to answer it knowing my mom had worked such long 12 hour shifts. When I answered it, I just heard breathing on the phone. This scared me and it sent shivers down my spine. It was the last thing that I was expecting to hear. I ran into my mom's room and let her know. She just told me to keep the phone off the hook, so if they call back, they'll just receive a busy tone. So the next morning, my mother and I were talking about this over breakfast. She told me that the person who had called a few nights before had done the same thing, breathing into the phone. And she thinks that we were just being pranked, so we just left it at that. The very next night, we were coming into the house after doing some grocery shopping. It was about 8pm that night, so it was pretty dark out. As we were getting into the house, we had heard singing coming from the woods near our home. It was a man's voice singing the chorus to Whitney Houston's I Will Always love you. We then looked to see a big overweight man hiding in the woods with a cheap plastic clown mask standing right outside of the woods. We ran into the house in a total panic, locked the doors, and then called the police. The police arrived in about 15 minutes after we called and they checked the area. Unfortunately, however, there was no sign of anyone. They advised us to keep the house locked and they would guard the area until the next day. My mother had also mentioned the newspaper as well as the strange phone calls to them. They asked if this had been done by a past life interest. And we both knew that my father would never do something so strange. He and my mom ended things on really good terms. And this is something completely out of my dad's character. We continued to look through the newspaper, but there was nothing pointing to any signs of who this person could be. There was no one we could consider a suspect. We stayed with my grandmother for a few more weeks until we felt comfortable sleeping in the house again. Luckily, nothing ever happened again, but I had this dreadful feeling that I was being watched for the last few months until we finally moved out of the spare house. It was pretty scary. So last week I'd had a message from some guy on Facebook about a lamp that I was selling on Marketplace. Nothing unusual, just asking for more pics and the price and stuff. He was interested and he wanted to pick it up since I don't drive. So I'd send him my postcode and we exchanged numbers to arrange a pickup time and day. Once I sent him my number, I didn't hear from him for a few days. So I had left it a little bit, thinking he was no longer interested. But then I started getting no caller IDs. I didn't think anything of it because I assumed it was my Ex as he was always ringing me out of the blue to cause arguments and I never answer it. I then got a phone call on a Friday night and I had a few to drink so I decided to answer it thinking it was my ex. But no one spoke. It was just breathing for a little bit. So I said Tom, what the fuck are you doing? Stop ringing me. Stop being weird. And whoever it was then said why are you not at home? And then started giggling then ended the phone call. I didn't recognize the voice at all. So I got a little weirded out by the situation but not too much that it ruined my night. This went on for a while. Creepy phone calls of just breathing or maybe the odd baby, where are you? And then ending the phone call. I mentioned it to my dad and he told me to just put my phone on do not disturb so it goes straight to voicemail and I don't have to answer. Then yesterday I was at work. I worked around 11pm at a pub near my house and around 10:50 I had realized that I had missed four phone calls from my mom. So I rang her back on the way home and she said that a man had knocked on my door asking for me. I assumed it was the man finally wanting to pick up the lamp. I was a little annoyed that he had just shown up like that, especially with it being so late and not actually arranging a time like we discussed. But anyways, like I said, he did ask for the lamp and my mom said no. She told me that he said that I said that he could wait in my room until I got home from work. This is when I got very scared. How did he know I was at work? And who in their right mind would try and do that? My mom obviously didn't let him in and she then told him if I really did say that he could wait outside for me as I have a big dog and he's not friendly. I asked her if he's still outside because I never said that he could wait in my room and I told her the whole interaction from Facebook including the phone calls. That's when I connected the dots. She looked out the window and she said he was gone, me still being very scared. I had asked my mom to pick me up from work as he might know where I work or be waiting for me. I just didn't want to chance it. As I was waiting for my mom, I had went to send him an angry message then saying what the fuck do you think you're doing? But I couldn't find his profile anywhere. This was yesterday night and I've still been receiving phone calls and I have no idea what to do about it. I shouldn't have been so stupid to just give anyone my address like that. If anyone listening has anything on Facebook Marketplace, please be careful. There's some very scary people out there and you just really don't know their intentions. I have no idea what this man would have done to me if he had knocked on my house when I was home alone. Thank you for listening to my story and I'll be sure to provide an update if anything else happens. Hey everyone. I'm a 25 year old white female living in Japan with my Japanese husband. I've been a fan of this channel for about five years and I never thought I would actually contribute, but here it goes for some background. I've lived in Japan for almost a year now and I can speak clumsy Japanese, but my listening skill is amazing. My husband and I are both elementary school teachers in our city and we know the area well. Usually I feel very safe going to places by myself since Japan is much safer than my home state of Alaska. That's why this story shook me up really badly. As of running this the story happened about two days ago. My husband and I had a college friend visiting us from the states, so naturally we were showing him around our city. For privacy reasons. Let's call my husband T and our friend P. We decided to take P to a local shrine that T and I have visited a few times before. The layout of the shrine is very important to remember. The shrine is huge and it sits at the top of a big hill and the parking area is at the bottom. However, going further down the hill is a beautiful park with an indoor building where you can see lots of rare tropical plants. That building also happens to be where the only bathroom is situated. This will be important to remember soon. Back to the story. The three of us walked around the shrine together as T and I showed our friend P how to do some of the traditional prayers. I unfortunately had to go to the bathroom, which meant that I had to take a little hike to the building that I just mentioned. Now, since we had a bit of a time crunch, my husband, who accompanies me 99% of the time, told me to go by myself. I grumpily complied and I stormed down the mini mountain all by myself. Keep in mind, the only other vehicle aside from ours was a big red college bus with a unique logo of the local sports team on the side. With my luck, as I'm walking Through the parking lot, a group of three college guys noticed me walking by myself. Since I'm clearly foreign, nobody ever expects me to understand them, but I do. The three college guys, probably about 19, start commenting things like whoa, look at her and hey look, it's a foreigner. Keep in mind they're of course saying this in Japanese. This also happens a lot, so I laughed a bit out loud, but that was a huge mistake. They hear me and they then start yelling in broken English and Japanese, hello, excuse me. And my stomach drops. I don't know how to explain it, but I just knew something was very off, so I walked faster. I could hear them behind me and I realized they stopped boarding their bus and started following a few yards behind me and laughing about it. I start to panic as they start catching up to me. I quickly pull out my phone and call my husband, who picks up with a slightly annoyed hello. From my attitude earlier, I have a really rough anxiety disorder which makes stressful situations much more difficult for me to manage because I have a hard time breathing. The guys are still calling after me and laughing as I then tell T. Hun, there's a group of college boys yelling at me and following me. I'm really scared. Oh my God. Are you okay? Yeah, I think so, but I'm gonna go hide in the bathroom. I don't know if they're gonna follow me into the building. Okay, I'll be down there in one bit. Thank you hun, I said. But as I'm fighting to stay calm, reaching to the bottom of the hill, I pass three more college guys who see me visibly scared and clearly alone. As I'm hanging up the phone with T, I run up to the stairs into the building and I rush into the bathroom. I accidentally scared the worker who was cleaning. I quickly apologized and she leaves, shutting the bathroom door behind her. I then hear those stupid assholes come into the building, still laughing and saying, huh? Where did the foreigner go? I know she's here somewhere. Where's the foreigner? I panic some more and I lock myself into the farthest of the two stalls in the tiny bathroom. And to my horror, they start opening the handicapped bathroom in the hallway and the men's room. She's not in there. One of them says as I nearly pass out as I hear the women's bathroom door then open. I choke on my breath as I frantically text and try to call T. What do you know? Only one bar of cell service and no wifi available. By the pure grace of God, the group of men didn't enter the women's bathroom but to my horror they start waiting outside the bathroom and talking about me. I could hear them making comments that I couldn't quite understand, but in hindsight it's probably best that I didn't understand them all. The calls to T dropped but he managed to read my text where I said I'm trapped. They're waiting for me outside the door. After five minutes of panicked waiting I hear the wonderful sounds of T's voice calling me Hun, are you there? Are you okay? Now in tears, I step out of the stall to see him standing in the hall past the still open bathroom. I'm trying really hard to hold in my tears and I'm incredibly dizzy from all the anxiety. I only manage to shake my head. Dizzy. I hold onto his arm to steady myself and I stare at the floor as we then walk past those jerks waiting right outside the bathroom door. They see me holding on to tea and in English they say ooo oh my gosh. Mocking and laughing at me being visibly scared with T helping me. T then asks me if I'm okay and I shake my head. T standing in the lobby looking very concerned as I rushed out of the building, but not before shakily yelling fuck you bitch. To the group which was only met with their cackling laughter. I'm really glad my fear is so fucking funny to you. This had really pissed off T and he stays behind as P walks outside with me. I'm hyperventilating and crying and I tell P, go help T. I watch him walk back up the stairs as one of the college boys comes sprinting out of the building looking at me. He then notices P standing very close to him and he turns on his heels running right back inside like a coward. T comes out angrily and the two of them help me walk back up the hill to the car. I was really dizzy from panicking and I was shaking uncontrollably. How many of them were there? I ask in between my breaths, fully expecting T to say three or four. Just like I saw passing in the parking lot. There were 10, he says angrily. I absolutely lose it thinking about 10 against one and ending up having a horrible panic attack. I'm so grateful to T for standing up to that big group of men for me. He told them to fuck off and that they're horrible people, but go figure, they thought that was hilarious too. I just keep thinking what did they want from me? What was their plan? Why did they see a foreign woman walking by herself and team up on her like that. If there were 10 of them, why didn't at least one of them try to help me? Why didn't one of them run outside after me whilst he was telling them off? So do all 10 of you sincerely fuck all the way off? How dare you terrorize a woman and laugh about it now the tame logo from that damned bus scares me. Whenever I see the posters around places I go. Let's not meet each other again. And I really hope someday you feel just as terrified as I was in that moment and you see my pasty face in your dreams. Also, I want to give a very sincere thank you to Southern Cannibal for sharing these stories to help me better prepare myself and reminding victims that we're not alone, especially the women out there. This may be less eventful than other stories, but it still gives me anxiety to think about. Thank you for listening. I'm a 32 year old female. When I was a teenager, I had a MySpace account. I would often exchange messages with a guy a couple years older than me. We'll call him J. He was from a nearby town. This went on for a few months or so. Then we met in real life and he was in fact the guy that he said he was. It went all well, but we didn't hang out again. At that time, he had disappeared because I got a boyfriend. It was then that I realized that Jay had liked me more than a friend. And it just went right over my head. I'd really thought that we were just good friends. As time passed, I had started to forget all about Jay. My boyfriend and I stayed together for many years. Anyway, at the age of 19, I had my first son. Yeah, I know teen pregnancy really isn't ideal, but it's what happened and I became a great mother. Something happened though, that changed me forever. Life doesn't always go the way you expect. Suddenly, my five month old son died of sids. While at the funeral, I thought that I had noticed Jay at the back of the church. Looking again real quick, I didn't spot him. I thought it was really weird since we hadn't spoken in years. But I let it go. Maybe I didn't see him after all. A few years later, I was single again. Jay had reappeared through Facebook. It was like he had been waiting for this moment or something. But I never even thought about that at the time. We went on a date that kinda lasted way too long and I had to keep telling him to leave. At the end, he did leave and I apologized profusely. I agreed to keep messaging him, but decided that we probably weren't compatible. I then got back together with my ex and told Jay when I talked to him, he totally blew up on me. He sent long, angry messages saying that I tricked him, that I was worth no more than dirt, and that he had sold his guitar and amp just to take me on a nice date. Well, dang. But I mean, I never told him to do that. I don't really see how that was my fault. I just blocked him and I put him out of my mind. And he did leave me alone. Well, until about a year ago or so, I thought. I was single again with a different Facebook account than before. And guess who showed up in my inbox? Jay apologized for before. He said that he was different now. I don't know why, but I had started messaging back cautiously. I was friendly and polite. For some reason, he took that as me flirting. He then confessed some things. He was indeed at my son's funeral all those years ago. Even though we weren't speaking. He had watched me from afar the whole time. He knew things that had happened that wasn't on social media. He had many pictures of me saved too. He was telling me all this like it was a normal way to act. He couldn't see the error of his ways. I had no idea this was going on. The whole time he messaged so much that I blocked him again. He somehow got my phone number and started blowing up my phone. I'd blocked his number, but he just kept getting different ones. He knew where I lived as well. He had started leaving things outside my house. Roses, threatening notes, chocolates with notes saying he'd see me soon, as well as an envelope containing a picture of me out in my own yard hanging laundry. I would see him in public periodically. I was so frazzled I was hardly sleeping or eating and constantly looking over my shoulder. I finally went to the police for help. They basically said if they don't catch him in the act and he's not physically harming me, they really can't help me. And then just sent me on my way. Oh, and they suggested me getting mace. Let's not forget about that. I ended up abandoning all of my social media. I also stopped going to places that deemed unnecessary. And I got a door camera as well. Then I just got tired of hiding. I got my firearms owner identification card as well as a Winchester 12 gauge shotgun. The next time Jay messaged, I sent him a picture of my new weapon in my hands. I said that he better leave me alone and if he ever sets foot on my land again, I won't hesitate to shoot. And you know what's funny? I haven't heard from him since. He didn't realize that I was truly on that level of crazy. I really hope he gets help and leaves me alone. I never even knew he was there, watching from the shadows all that time. Please, everyone, please be careful with who you interact with or who you meet up with from the Internet. So it isn't mainly about me, but my friend. But I was there, so here it goes. We lived in a place that was mainly a peaceful little town and neighborhood, surrounded by a vast forest to the side and a small one to the other side. And it's pretty much straightforward. I'm going to call my friend George. George and I would sometimes sneak out to go camping when the time was just right and the weather was right. This is probably where I made the mistake of deciding to come with him. I'll never forget the day George decided to sneak out and go camping in the forest near our town. I was surprised when he woke me up at dawn, his eyes shining with excitement. Come on, mate, he whispered. Let's get out of here and leave the world behind for a bit. I groggily got out of bed and then followed him to the woods. We made our way through the trees, the sun rising over the canopy above. After a few hours of walking, we had finally reached a perfect spot. A clearing surrounded by tall trees, a babbling brook running through the center. We set up our tent, built a fire, and then cooked some breakfast. As we sat there munching on our food and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, I heard a loud crash. I looked up to see one of the taller trees swaying violently in the wind. The gust was strong, and I could hear the sound of branches creaking and snapping. But then, just as quickly as it started, the wind died down and everything was just quiet again. I turned to George, who was watching me with a concerned expression. Did you hear that? I asked. He nodded. Yeah, I thought it was just the wind at first, but then I heard those footsteps too. I frowned. Um, footsteps? George nodded again. For about two seconds I thought it was just my imagination, but then I heard them again. We exchanged a look, and without saying another word, we got up and started packing up our gear. We decided to investigate the strange noise further. As we walked deeper into the forest, we heard nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling. But then, after about 10 minutes of walking, we heard a new noise. Branches breaking and snapping beneath something heavy. We quickened our pace, our hearts racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Suddenly, a small car came flying through the air, crashing into the trees and then crashing into the ground with a deafening thud. We froze in shock, staring at the wreckage before us. Without a word, we turned around and started sprinting back to our campsite, grabbing our gear as we went. We didn't stop running until we were back in the safety of our tent, surrounded by the familiar sounds of nature. What the actual fuck? I started out while running aside George. As we caught our breath, I turned to George and asked, what do you think just happened? George shook his head. I have no idea, but I think it's time we get the hell out of here. We quickly packed up our campsite and made our way back to town, not stopping until we were safely back into our beds, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I'm glad I'm even alive because that car fucking flew. And when I say flew, I mean that car flew right out of the treeline at a height that had to be at least 50ft up or so, and it landed 30ft away. So to whoever did that or whatever did that, we don't want to see you again. I'm a 21 year old man living in Orlando, Florida, chasing a music career. Recently, a close friend of mine passed away and it's really made me think about a lot of the memories we shared. His name was Jack. Jack and I and my other high school friends who I'll refer to as Joe and Ian, would always go out late at night and do the same stupidest shit together. We like to drive fast, get high, steal street signs, anything stupid that we can laugh about later. Really, Jack was the most kind, strong, funny and emotionally intelligent man I've ever gotten the opportunity to know. I would love to tell you about all our little funny adventures, but that's not what this channel is for. With that being said, long live Jack and let's get into the story to set the scene. I was probably a junior in high school in 2019 when this story takes place, living in western Massachusetts. It was starting to get warm out, but it was still brisk. I believe it was around May, me, my friend Jack, his girlfriend Joe and Ian were all hanging out in Jack's basement. We were bored out of our minds and had nothing to do. We kept trying and trying to figure out how we could have fun when Ian then suggested that we explored the old abandoned buildings on Mount Tom for context, there have been many stories about these buildings, people would visit during the day and find creepy graffiti, burnt out tea candles in pentagram formations, and sometimes even graffiti with their own full government names. We decided to visit at night. Jack packed a machete and a metal pipe as we got in Jack's truck that we lovingly named the Red Rocket and we then headed to the back of Mount Thom where the road to the buildings was located. We exited the truck, Jack grabs his weapons and we start up the closed road. There are dense woods on both sides of the road and an overall ominous vibe due to the lack of lighting. The moon was especially bright that night, which allowed us to navigate the road more easily with our flashlights. A quarter of the way up, I hear a low ringing sound coming from up the mountain that no one else heard. Maybe my mind was playing tricks, who knows? Halfway up we saw some graffiti that had made us laugh. We had a friend who we'll call John Evans, and the graffiti read, John Evans is gay. I want to state that I've never even been homophobic, but our buddy's full name and graffiti paired with the language used caught us off guard and rather really made us all laugh. A little further up, the graffiti got a little darker. Some of it would just say one of our names, some of it would say we're being watched. And some of it depicted some pretty extreme violence. The one that stood out the most, don't turn around. Worst case scenario, you die with a smiley face. We brushed it off as we were fairly well known in our area and really anyone could have spray painted our names on the ground, especially because we had been talking about doing this for a long time. A little bit further up, we find the path through the woods that leads to the ski lodge. We hike through the overgrown, unmaintained path and come out on the other side to the main buildings. There's one directly in front of us, one behind us to the right, and a drained swimming pool on our direct right, as well as more buildings a little ways away, diagonally right. I turned on my phone flashlight and put it forward and immediately realized that we needed to leave. Directly in front of me, in the doorway of the building we were going to enter first, was the silhouette of a large man. I mean, he was really big, tall, wide, and even bigger than Jack, who was the largest in our group. The man went from one side of the doorway to the other and then crouched down to hide, like he was going to wait for us to walk in to then attack us in a closed space. Space with no windows and no exit. Ian and I were the only ones who saw him. We then turned around and told everyone else. Now Jack, being the badass he was, told us to turn around and start walking out while he would walk backwards behind us to keep watch on the building. We went back through the dark trail and got on the road and we started heading down the road and kind of all just laughed about the situation. We kept saying, probably just a crackhead or just a tweaker, or maybe it's just some homeless guy. We thought that we were being stupid for being that scared by what was more than likely just a homeless man trying not to have his shelter invaded. Until we heard the footsteps. They were soft at first, distant, coming from the woods on our left. We figured it was an animal, until they got closer. It was clearly the sound of multiple people walking in pace with us. Then the sound came from the riot as well. We then knew we were being followed. Jack's girlfriend then started crying and we did our best to comfort her. But we knew how badly this could turn out. We were now all on the verge of panic. Out of nowhere, Jack tells us to run. He yelled out my name and then threw his truck keys to me. Probably because he's the only one armed, dual wielding a machete in a baseball bat. I then passed the keys to Ian mid run. We were all full on sprinting down this mountain and the footsteps were too. We were terrified that the people behind the tree line would make it to the truck before we would. But the second we got to the truck, the footsteps just stopped. We jumped in the truck, forded out of there, putting as much distance as possible between us and the mountain. After about five minutes, Jack then calmly said, hey, sorry about that, guys. To which we then responded, what the fuck are you talking about? Jack then said, you know, that little near death experience? I'm convinced to this day that if Jack wasn't there, we would all be dead. I think we were allowed to leave because of Jack's imposing size, along with the machete and bat that he had decided to bring on a whim. Jack never loses a fight, especially when the safety of his friends is at stake. He's the most genuine, caring and fierce person I've ever met. And my life will never be the same now that he's left us for his next adventure. The building's mystery burned down one night a few years back. And I know now that something sinister was definitely going on at the buildings on that mountain. I just don't know what. At the age of 19 my friends and I were walking home from a party. A lot of people had gotten drunk. A lot of people probably got DUIs that night. Unfortunately, I purposefully didn't bring my own car. For that reason alone. You won't see me getting any DUI. Anyhow, the walk home was a good 20 minutes or so from our friend's house who had this party along the way. We had took a shortcut through the public park. For some reason, we thought that the park might be fun to check out. Now, remember, we were all pretty drunk walking home. One of our friends was sober just because he didn't really like the taste of alcohol. Plus, it's always good to have that one friend who's sober to help us out. Anyway, as we were chatting about our drinks in the party, our sober friend then stops and looks scared. We turned around and acknowledged him. Um, what's wrong? We asked him. That man straight ahead doesn't look good, he says. We look in front of us and it's like something right out of a horror movie. A man was dressed in all black and he was wearing a white mask like one of those ladies from the stranger movies. But what was different was that he was wearing a top hat. He then showed us something. The man had chains. He then rushed at us. We started to run away as this man came rushing at us with his chains. A bunch of us fell down in the process because, well, we were drunk. The man then grabbed Sarah and then forcefully picked her up and then wrapped the chain around her throat. He was choking her with it. We could hear her grasping for air. Well, our sober friend then ran up and then tackled the man. He fell to the ground and we grabbed Sarah and started to make a run for it. The man then quickly got up and now tackled our sober friend. He started punching him in the face. I remember our friend Jessica picked up the chain and then cracked him in the back of the skull with it. The man fell down. At that moment, we honestly thought that we might have killed him. We were freaking out now, thinking that because we were drunk, the police would think we did it on purpose. That we killed someone on purpose and we would be going to jail. Well, our sober friend told us it was all in self defense and we would be okay. But before we could relax, the man stood up. And similar to how the undertaker would sit up right during a fight, after taking a big move, the man got up and then took off his top hat. Then he pulled out a power saw out from his jacket. We all just froze in horror. Now this man who came at us with a chain now has a power saw. I didn't even know you could fit a power saw in your jacket. The man then grabbed our friend Mason, who was about to do God knows what with that saw when Mason then kicked him right in the groin. We heard the man fall on the ground and we even heard him cry in pain. Thinking fast, our sober friend then took the chains and then tied the man's feet. We then ran out of the park. Luckily, headlights were then seen in the distance. It was like some miraculous miracle. A police officer had stopped the car and noticed we were all drunk. Thinking he was going to have us take some sort of sobriety test, we tried our best to explain what happened. Our sober friend took the lead and then explained everything that happened. And he even told him that the man was chained up and he was in danger. The officer followed us to the park, but to our horror, of course, the man and the chains were now gone. To this day, I really doubt that the officer believed a word of what we said. He probably thought we were just some dumb drunks making up stories for fun. But this 100% actually happened to us. I'm absolutely terrified to think of what would have happened to us if we didn't have Tim, our sober friend, with us. To think fast, both my friends Sara and Mason would probably be dead and the rest of us would be seriously hurt too. Anyone who wears a white mask in the dead of night carrying chains and a power saw definitely doesn't have good intentions. I don't know what the hell that man's problem was or what his plan was, but I hope I never see his crazy ass again. The story is a few years old. I was out of town for work. I was tired of eating out all the time, and I went to the local Walmart to try and buy some healthy food for the week. I'm a 6 foot 3 Hispanic male with a large build. Not very many things intimidate me, but this particular night had me reassessing my safety. My first stop was at the Walmart deli. I had ordered 3 pounds of Black Forest ham. While I was waiting for the lady to slice the meat, another lady had approached the counter. She knew I was waiting, so it surprised me when she began asking me about cheese. I said, no thanks, just the meat. She looked at me quizzically and then said, cheese. I then said, no, no thank you. She looked back over at the lady slicing my order, then looked back at me again, this time cocking her head to the side and once again said cheese. This time even louder. Other people were now looking at us. I took a step back and leaned in closer to her, thinking maybe she didn't hear me the first time. I then made sure to enunciate my words. No. No cheese. Less loud, but definitely more assertive. This time she just shook her head, threw her hands in the air, and then walked away. I'd like to say that was just the first weird exchange, but my adventure continued. After getting my ham, I began walking towards the coffee aisle. I noticed someone behind me. Normally I keep to myself, but the only reason I noticed this gentleman was because he was easily 6 inches taller than me. It's very rare to run into someone taller than me as I moved along a different aisle, I had noticed the guy moved along with me. Every aisle I went to, he was right behind me. At one point he was even getting close enough that he was in my personal bubble, not really doing anything and never making eye contact with me. I work out a lot in my spare time, especially since I'm on the road a lot for work. It helps keep me out of trouble, especially since I used to be a bar fighter. I could tell just from looking at him from my peripheral vision that not only was he taller than me, but he was also much more built than me. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was a bodybuilder. Now. All this happened before the whole TikTok prank era. If it happened today, I would have thought I was being pranked, but at the time I didn't know what to think. Was this guy checking me out? Was he sizing me up for a fight? I was on my toes and I didn't know what to do. He had followed me throughout the whole store. Even when I tried to lose him, he just walked faster to catch up to me. Just before I was about to confront him, a small, elderly black lady came around the aisle and started yelling, there you are. Why'd you wander off? The demeanor of the gentleman who I now just realized was just a child completely changed. Oh, sorry mama. I was just looking for something. This guy who I thought was a grown man whom I was ready to defend myself from, turned out to be just a teenage kid just out shopping with his mother. I checked out with my stuff and then walked to my car. Looking back at that Walmart, I thought to myself, yeah, I'm never coming back to that Walmart after midnight ever again. The story happened to me a couple of years ago when I was maybe about 16 years old. I'm a 5 foot 4 girl. For reference. I was out walking with my golden retriever who was only about a year old, so still a puppy and just excited to see everyone. I had taken him on a different route than normal that day and all was fine up until I decided to walk through a plaza. I get past the end of it, passing a busy store when I see a man walking towards me with a really creepy smile on his face. The guy looked middle aged and a little rough. I was weirded out since this guy I didn't know was staring directly at me and smiling. My plan was to walk the way he was going, but I didn't want to get anywhere near him again. I was a small girl and this guy was pretty tall and a lot heavier than me. If he tried anything, I would be done for. I quickly turned to walk away from the man and what do you know, he turns as well and starts following me now. I was really freaking out at this point. What was this guy's problem? Why was he looking at me like that? I didn't want to find out so I pulled my dog along running up to one of the stores crying at this point. Luckily my brother was working at the time in that store that I was right outside of. So I then called him yelling at him to come outside. I didn't run into the store because I had my dog and they didn't allow pets. It was stupid of me not to though. A woman had seen me crying on the phone and asked what was wrong. I told her and she said that she saw the guy following me and that she thought it was strange. She then stayed with me until my brother came outside. By then though, the guy was long gone. Figures. Though, right after that, my brother then drove me and the dog home. I was still so paranoid by the time we got home though. I haven't seen the creepy guy since and I don't want to. My brother though, on the other hand says that he has. I've explained to him what he looks like and he believes that he's seen him a few times around his workplace. Apparently he walks around and just talks to himself, so clearly he isn't mentally well. I hope that that guy has gotten some help because I was half scared to death when he followed me. I'm really thankful that my brother was working when this all happened because I'm really not sure what I would have done. Also, my dog is now three years old and a lot more protective of me. He may look sweet, but I do believe he won't hesitate to bite anyone who tries to touch me, and I'm very thankful for him. I'm not really sure what this should be considered stalker or just a peeping Tom, but here's my story. In the late 90s I was in high school and during winter I was finishing up a book report that I had been typing. The computer at the time was in our spare bedroom which only faced out into our backyard. Like I mentioned, it was winter and it was also during a really bad storm. My mom had just come in to tell me to hurry up and get ready for bed. We didn't have any blinds on the windows due to my mom remodeling the room, so when she came inside the room she was staring out the window commenting on how bad it was storming out. As soon as she walked out I was pretty much done with my report, so I went to save it to go over in the morning before printing it. As I was shutting down the computer though, something had caught my eye from outside. I remember looking out the window then thinking oh poor cat is getting soaked in this rain. But not too long after I began to realize that it wasn't a cat that I was looking at as there wasn't a ledge anywhere for a cat to even sit on. And to my horror I realized it was a grown man wearing some type of nylon mask over his face. I then screamed, flipped backwards out of the chair and crawled out of the room as then my mom and dad came rushing into the room. I then began screaming that there was a man watching me through the window. My dad ran outside to the side of her house, opened the gate to the backyard and then saw before the rain could wash away bike tracks that someone had been there but that they had gotten away fast with their bicycle. So not only did they get into our backyard to watch me type a book report, but they also had to know that there was a window there. Here's the thing though, there's no way to know that unless you've been in our house or backyard before. And that's not even the most scary part. How many times had this happened before? Not to mention my mom was standing there looking out the window five minutes before. As a 16 year old old girl this was so traumatizing and I wouldn't stay home alone for a very long time. And I also slept on my parents bedroom floor for like a month after this. I know it might not sound like anything to you, but when you have someone watching you with unknown intentions, don't Be so damn quick to dismiss the creepiness of it all. Now. Several years ago I had broken up with my abusive ex who I had a child with just shortly before we broke up. After we broke up, he began constantly calling and texting me, begging me to take him back. I ended up getting a protective order after that and the police told him several times to leave me alone. One day I'm taking my kids to a clothing store, which only one was his and it was for a seasonal change of wardrobe. As we were finishing up and heading to the front, I saw him in the store. He had no reason to be there because he had no other children besides our one. He then ran at me heading to the checkout, begging and pleading at me as usual paying no attention to his kid at all. I reminded him for the millionth time that he needed to get away from us. I called the local non emergency number to report it and they came and gave him a warning. Well, a month or so later I was finishing up at the gym and heading to pick up my kids from the supervised kids area and who do I see? Yeah, him again. Luckily the kids area will only give children back to the registered guardian. So I took my kids and left the gym with again him following me and begging and pleading for me to take him back. And he had also followed me halfway home in his car. As soon as I got home, I put my kids inside and locked all my doors. Then reported him yet again to the emergency this time. Both times I had video evidence. So this time they locked him up, but only for three days. What a joke. The next few days I spent the night with my kids at my boyfriend at the Times apartment because I was way too scared to go home. It's been about six years and I'm trying to move away now. I've never sued for child support or anything like that in hopes that he would just go away and I never have to deal with him again. The past year though, I've started having problems again and he's trying to go to court to keep me from moving out of state with a kid that he's never even seen or or even supported just to keep me around so he can watch me. I'm having to be super vigilant about my kids and who they're in contact with. I'm still dealing with this to this day and it's an absolute nightmare. So for context, I'm a 38 year old female and the story happened when I was only 26, so we lived in Jersey, but my Fiance at the time, who is now my husband, had a house in Pennsylvania that we still go to to this day. My daughter was about two years old at the time, and there were about six couples who were also at the house. We had partied all weekend, and on this night in question, we decided that we wanted to finally relax. So all the men left an hour away to a friend's house, leaving just my sister, my best friend and I to stay back and relax. It was about 7:30pm and ironically, we were all telling scary stories to one another. Our kids were asleep, and I decided I wanted to go outside and have a cigarette. Now, let me explain you the layout of the house. We use the back door all day long. That's where we came in and out of. And the front door always stays locked. The front of the house is set up kind of weirdly. There's not a lot of people around, but there are a few neighbors. Then you have the huge backyard that overlooks another neighbor. And then it's all woods. It's also very dark. Anyways, I light up my cigarette and I get such a bad feeling while doing so. It was like I was being watched or something. All of a sudden I then hear a faint sound very close to me. So I turned around, but I didn't see anything. But my gut was telling me to run inside and lock the door. So that's what I did. As I walked upstairs, I had told my sister and best friend that I had a weird feeling about something. And then as we were talking, we had heard keys. Now, sometimes our husbands like to play jokes on us, so we thought it was just them playing a joke. So we then called them and asked if it was them. Well, they then told us it wasn't them, that they're literally an hour away from us. So we brushed it off. My best friend then starts to walk down the stairs. At this point we'll refer to her as S for privacy reasons. Now, we had these foggy kind of glass doors where you can see shadows in front of you, but you can't make out who it is. I then see someone jump in front as she's then going to open the door. And I start screaming then telling her, do not open the door. She then runs up the stairs and we all look out the window and there's a guy there. The guy is laughing at us and he appears to be tall. He's wearing a white T shirt and blue jeans, and he's hopping from one bush to the other and laughing hysterically. Now we're definitely all scared. We call the police, but they're not in our town. They're an hour away from us in another town because we're in a very small town. I then take the kids and I put them in one room and I barricade the doors. I also grab a knife and right at that moment, we then hear the back door then open. Whoever this man was had gotten into the house and he's now coming up the stairs. I then ran to the bedroom where everybody is, and I put a mattress against the door as I'm holding the knife. Well, luckily and miraculously, right at that same moment, we then see the cop lights. I'm guessing once the intruder saw the cop lights, he ran right back downstairs out the back door and then ran through the woods. The police were now yelling for us to open the door, which, of course, I did. The cops looked around, but they never did find the guy. So I have no idea who the hell he was, what his intentions were, or where the hell he went. But yeah, that's my story, and it was one of the scariest nights of my life. To start my story, I'm a female and I'm from South Africa. The place I live in is around about in the heart of South Africa. It's also too small to really be called a city and too big to be labeled as a town. But anyway, let's just call it a town for the purpose of this story. My town has a lot of biker gangs, and being a big fan of those iron horses mingling with bikers was kind of the place to hang out. When I was in my 20s. I met a lot of bikers from every gang, men and women, and I became very good friends with a lot of them. I didn't ride myself at the time, but being in those crowds made me feel really welcome and at home. That's, of course, also how I met the boyfriend who I want to tell you about in this story. I'm sure that we can all agree that stalker and psychotype humans unfortunately don't wear labels that warn you beforehand that you're entering a dangerous zone when getting involved with them. And that was exactly the case here. He first came off as such a true gentleman, and we could talk for hours on end and then soil away. You start to see little cracks in their personalities, and you think, oh, it's just my imagination. It can't really be that bad. That is, until one day when your eyes finally open and you realize you're smack in the middle of a situation. And you have no idea how to get out safely. This boyfriend in question, who we'll call Will, had all the right things going to let any girl fall for him. He had good looks, a bright yellow Suzuki speed bike, great income, his own place, a badass BMW and a nice smile. You know what I'm talking about. The works. He was perfect. And then the bonus. I lived in a flat in a cul de sac and he literally lived on the opposite side of me on the same street. First there was just little things, like he went to a bar and he would sit me down at the bar counter buying me a drink and then leave me there to roam and chat with all of his friends. I would of course start conversations with all the people around me. Then at some point during the night, he would ask me if I'm making plans to sleep with everyone I talked to. I very quickly defended myself the first time that happened. But soon after, I learned that it didn't matter what I said when he asked me that the answer was the starting point for a fight. Later on, he would ask me during the day about my co workers and all the other people that I would be in contact with. I also started to notice that he would drop me off at work and then park close by and sit in the car to watch my place of work the whole time. Then things got even worse. He would lock me in his house and leave and then come back completely drunk, then passing out on the kitchen floor. And then the next morning I would be in trouble for leaving him on the floor and for whoring the whole night. Bear in mind, he was a big guy, six foot something and well built. I'm merely five foot two and small of stature. He would tell me that he knows exactly who came and visited me when he wasn't there. That's when I began to realize that this man had some serious mental issues as he locked me in. There's also burglar bars in front of all the windows, so I couldn't even get out through a window. How did I get visitors to whore around with when I was literally a prisoner in his house? One morning, after one of these outbursts from him, I told him to go screw himself and I started to make my way to the door. He pulled me by my hair and he pulled me back so hard that I actually heard a pop somewhere in my neck. Luckily nothing broke. But as he pulled me towards him with just one of his hands, the other hand went around my throat as he then angrily whispered in my ear that I Don't have permission to leave. With the grip around my throat getting tighter, I was in shock. I couldn't move a single muscle. He then pushed me away so hard that I lost my balance, then landing on the floor, hurting my wrist very badly. He then pulled out his gun and he pointed it at me, making a pretend shot, smirked, and then walked away. He only ever allowed me to go to my own place when I said I had to go get medicine that I needed. He would then stand on his front porch and then watch me until I came back. This all went on for a while until I eventually convinced him that he's gonna get in trouble if I don't go back to work. He let me go very reluctantly, and he would still park outside my work for long periods of time. And he would sometimes come inside my work pretending to be the very loving boyfriend that he wanted everyone to believe. He was bringing me food and snacks. At this point in time, I was making all sorts of plans in my head to get away from him. One Saturday when I was still at work, some of his friends got him drunk, so he decided to go to a bike rally without me. By this time, I had known for a while that he had been constantly cheating on me. And to be completely honest, it didn't really bother me one bit. My one and only goal was to get away from him as safely as possible. He had phoned me to let me know that he was at the rally and that he'll check up on me later. I went home and enjoyed my freedom for a bit. But during the early morning hours around 5am, he then burst right through my front door. I was asleep and I woke up from the noise. He stormed into my room with his gun in his hand, grabbed me by my hair, pulled my head back and then held the gun under my chin. He was absolutely convinced that I had someone with me and I was cheating on him. I managed to calm him down a little and I told him to search my house for whoever he thought was there. Whenever he couldn't find anyone in my flat, he then sexually assaulted me. This was when I realized that this man was going to kill me at some point and I had to get out now. After he finished assaulting me, he finally passed out on my bed. I got up and got dressed and got in my car, driving to one of my female biker friends home. She was a lot older than me and more wiser, so I told her everything. She believed me, as she could see all of the bruise marks on my neck and arms. I Then told her that I wanted out of the relationship with him, but that I didn't know how. She had called her husband and she asked him to go to my place and get Will out of my flat. Her husband Jake and a couple of the other bikers actually had to carry Will over across the street to his own place, then dumping him on his front porch. One thing that I can say about most of the bikers around here is they didn't tolerate Will's kind of behavior towards women. Especially since he was loudly telling everyone who wanted to hear at the rally what he planned to do with me if I ever left him. Jake later told me that he didn't take Will seriously as he was drunk. But when my friend Sophia phoned him and then told him what Will did after he left the rally, he was furious with Will. Jake and the others helped me pack up my things in my flat and they also relocated me to another flat just a few houses down from Will. This was an empty flat in the backyard of Sofia's parents house and she said I could stay there until I find another place where Will won't bother me. However, Will didn't stop trying to find me even after he made one of the women he cheated on me with pregnant. They were even engaged and he would still drive around looking for me. I changed jobs, got a new phone number, even sold my car and got a new one. But I would still sometimes look out the window of my flat and see his bike drive past, looking on both sides of the road if he can spot where I might be. I stopped going to all my friends gatherings and I'd ask my friends to do my shopping for me just so that I didn't have to accidentally bump into Will somewhere. Even after he and the other woman got married, he would still ask some of our mutual friends where I am and how I'm doing. Jake had once asked him if he's ever going to stop fussing over me and he apparently told Jake that we still have unfinished business. I honestly don't know why it took me so long to ask for help. I realized early on in the relationship that I didn't really have strong feelings for him. About five years after that night, I had bumped into Will at a butchery and I almost had a heart attack. He was however, so very friendly towards me and he was apparently very happy to see that I'm taking good care of myself. And he told me that him and his wife are very happy and how he has a son now. I couldn't care less about this. I just wanted to get the hell away from him. Then he asked me where I currently live. I stayed calm and I told him I live in another city about four hours away from here now, and that I'm only here visiting a friend for the weekend. I lied of course, but I could see on his face he didn't like my answer. As he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me closer to him, his wife came up behind him and then told him very aggressively to leave me the hell alone and that they needed to go. He did a kind of motion with his hands like I was a piece of paper or something that he was throwing away. As he was getting in the car, his wife gave me a death stare and as they drove off I couldn't help myself but I started laughing. Apparently he met someone crazier than he was and he was afraid of her. That strangely made me feel all warm and tingly inside. Needless to say, it took me a very long time to recover from that trauma will put me through. When I heard a year later that he died in a bike accident, I was honestly glad that I could finally really stop looking over my shoulder every minute of every day. It also helped in my recovery to know that he would never be a problem for me again. However, after hearing all these similar stories on this channel, I'm honestly fine just being single and I'm enjoying my life the way that I should. Thank you all for listening and please be safe out there. The story took place back in fall of 2019 at a Walmart in New Jersey. I was 29 years old years old at the time and I had just finished my overnight shift. It was around 6am and I wanted to buy a few things before I went home to sleep. Most of my days I spent sleeping, so typically I like to run errands in the morning. On this morning I went to Walmart to grab some stuff and as I was shopping I had noticed a man with a red cap on looking at me. The man looked around 30s and nothing was really strange about him that set off alarms, at least not yet. The more that I'm shopping I notice this same guy seems to show up wherever I am. What really creeped me out was whenever our eyes connected he had quickly looked away and he would pretend like he was looking for something. Now I've always been a very observant person and I'm always on high alert. For the next five minutes I would go to random places in the store and sometimes even hide and I would see him looking around for me and once he saw me, he would again act like he's looking for something. I knew that I didn't want him to follow me outside and feared that he might approach me or even follow me home, so I devised a plan to lose him. I decided to walk to the opposite side of the store away from the registers. I allowed him to see me so he could follow me and when I turned a corner I walked so fast so I could rush to the front to pay for my stuff. As I'm paying, I see him get in line and thankfully there are two people in front of him. We make eye contact and I rush out of the store. As soon as I exited the store, I ran to my car and I then hastily threw my stuff in the car and sat down. The moment I close my door, I see the man, almost in a jog type rush out of the front door. He just stands there looking around as if he's looking for someone. By this time I crouched down in my seat and he just stood there for like a minute just looking around before walking to his car. The weird thing is he came out with no shopping bag and nothing in his hands. I've watched enough crime shows to know when someone looks suspicious. The number one rule is to never let someone get too close to you. I don't know what that guy wanted, but I'm really glad I never had to find out. As always, be careful out there. I was recently watching one of your videos about a stalker story and it uncovered a few unwanted memories for me about my own When I was a teenager, I was stalked twice. Whether it was by the same person or multiple people, I don't know. The first incident happened on July 4, 2014. I had just finished a 5k run. I was really exhausted, but my mom and I were heading to the airport for my stepsister's wedding. On the freeway, I had received a Snapchat from someone I didn't remember adding. They sent a blank image that told me I did great in the race and they asked why I wasn't home. Naively, I responded back, telling them thank you and that I was traveling. The image was immediately opened and I got a response quickly. They were angry, saying I wasn't allowed to leave them and that I didn't have their permission. I left the response open, but not long after I received another they used my full name and they told me to wait at the airport and they'd pick me up and take me home. I started to panic a bit and through tears I told My mom what they were saying and she told me to block them. I never got any new messages or anybody else knew trying to add me. Well, two years later, when I was a senior in high school, it was track season and I had just come back home from a track meet. I was at my dad's house this time when it started. This time, through text messages, they told me that they were a sponsor from a famous athletic wear brand that I will not disclose. I responded vaguely unsure of this. I had been mentioned a few times in the papers about my races and my running career, so I thought that maybe they heard about me from that. But after doing some thinking, I knew what was happening and I told my overprotective father about it. We sat on the couch and we had watched all the messages then roll in. They all started out as professional, but then they changed. They began to ask what kind of underwear I wore under my uniform for performance reasons. Then they asked what I do with my underwear whenever I was done sweating in them. I saw the text bubble come up again. But my father snatched my phone and then called the person. A man answered with a thick voice, and as if they were winded, my dad said in a very calm but threatening tone that if this man ever contacted me again or tried to, he would find the man and slowly kill him. He then hung up on the phone and stormed out. I did my dad one better, though. I called my best friend at the time and I asked if he could go to his dad and put me on speaker. His dad was a cop in the neighboring town and I told them everything. His dad got the man's number from me and he told me he'd handle it and to let him or my friend know if I got any new messages. Well, about once a week on the same day, at the same time, I got a message always saying, you will be mine. I don't care how many people you involve, they can't stop me. And it was from a different number every time. I put all of the messages in a group chat and I told him that he was a coward, that he was no longer going to scare me. I told him that if he ever did find me, he would meet my switchblade too. Surprisingly, I never heard from him again after that. I still, to this day, always carry a knife with me for protection, and it's probably a good idea that I do that. I've also shared a story here before about being followed by a stranger at college and pulling a knife on him. After everything that had happened. The Year before with the stalker, I knew keeping my knife on me was the best decision I ever made. I still do and I've run into many more creeps since then. There are some really disgusting people in this world, minor or adult. You need to protect yourself. I still to this day don't know who the stalker or stalkers were and I hope I never do. Don't ever let them take advantage of you. Make sure to tell somebody and to also keep everything for proof. Stay safe everybody. This happened to me last week when I was on the bus waiting to go home from work. I saw a guy waiting and staring at me at the bus stop. I was thinking that he too was just waiting for the bus. He had this smile and it was really creepy. He just stared at me and since I had my airpods on, he just waved hi. He was wearing all black and he had a hoodie on, but at the time I wasn't thinking too much about it. Anyways, I get on the bus and I look for a seat near the front of the bus. He got on and he sat a couple of seats away from me. He was on his phone and he looked like he was just texting someone, but he also had his eye on me the whole time. I get a little nervous and I decide to go to my friend's house since she lives closer. I called her and told her the situation and she tells me that she would be meeting me halfway. So I pull the cord to indicate to the driver that I want to get off. I was hoping that this guy wouldn't get off as well, but sure enough he gets off too. I exit the bus quickly and I start power walking to my friend's house. The man speeds up as if he was trying to catch up to me and I glance back and then see him pull something out from the corner of my eye and that's when I really start to pick up my pace. I put my earpods in my case and I start running. I decide to run in an alley and I hide behind a car and I really don't know how he knew I was there, but I then see him slowly check around the trash cans as well as underneath the other parked cars and he ends up dropping what he was holding and it was a small pocket knife. As he's getting closer to me, I held my breath trying not to breathe and just hoping to God that he didn't see me. But luckily he had passed the car that I was hiding under and as soon as he passed the car I then sprinted and Ran as fast as I could and I then sent my friend my location. I don't know how she was able to know where I was, but my friend found me pretty quickly and the guy saw us and he started to chase us both down the alley. We managed to get away and flag down a police officer. Then telling him what happened, he took down our reports and a few minutes later the cop was able to locate him. Well, what the cop then told me chilled me to the bone. They found a small pocket knife on him as well as a photo of me at the bus stop. I'm really glad that they caught him. This took place back when I was 19, so back in 2014ish. This explains why we were so naive. My friend and I, both female, live by a river that runs along the city and we were avid urban explorers at the time and we really loved to go on night adventures. We knew of a secret spot in the river via the train tracks and we wanted to go for a chilly night swimming as background info. To get to the train tracks you have to go to a neighborhood and find the dead end to the cul de Sac that backs up to the woods. There is a steep staircase shrouded with trees that leads from the cul de sac through the woods, then to the train tracks. All of this is very poorly lit and the staircase is pitch black and concealed with trees and shrubbery. Well, we started heading down the road to the cul de sac and we got pretty close to the end, but we had saw a man standing there at the entrance to the darkness of the staircase with his bag turned to us facing the darkness. This is a college town, so we thought it was some drunk kid who was going down to the river and that he would move along shortly. For some reason though, my friend and I both froze at the same time and then stopped approaching the guy as he didn't ever go down the staircase like we expected and he just kept staring into the darkness, listening to us. We don't move, keeping our distance and eventually the man turns around and addresses us. It was an older man, maybe in his 60s, with a longer white beard, and he had a paper bag in his hand with some alcohol. He went on to offer some to us and we said that we were fine and no thank you. He asked us what we were doing and we lied and we told him we were just meeting friends. This whole time we never moved closer to him. Almost frozen as we stood our distance, he started going on that we needed to be careful and he kept encouraging us to go before him down the pitch black staircase. He held up his phone and he said that he could illuminate the path for us if we went in before him. His phone was an old flip phone with barely any light emanating from it. So that made it even more sketchy. We declined. He then said, hey, calm down. You're safe in my woods. You're safe with my voice. And he started to disappear down the staircase into the darkness. We knew not to go down the pitch black staircase with that creepy man in there, but still determined for a night swim, we remembered that there was actually another path which was just an inclined paved sidewalk that led down the same path to the river. This path went around and alongside the staircase, so it was the longer round to the river. We figured that if we took that way, he would be ahead of us and we could also keep an eye out on him. Stupid, I know. So we went down the incline and and we expected to see the man ahead of us on the path, as the path ahead of us was a straight shot. However, we never did see the man. We waited for a bit for him to come out and get ahead of us, but he never did. We got pretty spooked and we walked back up the incline to the main road where the cul de sac is. My friend looked over at the creepy staircase and we saw that the man was watching us and he then ducked back into the staircase into the darkness. That really spooked the hell out of us and we ran to my car, which I luckily brought that night. I live close to the neighborhood with the river entrance and normally we would just walk from my neighborhood to that neighborhood. I admitted to my friend that the thought going through my head the whole time was I don't want to die tonight. And she told me she had the exact same thought. I'm not really sure what would have happened if we did go down those stairs, but he could have easily shoved us down and then did whatever he wanted in the darkness. He was definitely up to no good and we're really lucky to be alive to tell the tale. This was my lesson and I don't go to dark and sealed areas of the city at night anymore. I'm a 25 year old female, but at the time I was 21. I've lived at the same house since I was 2 years old, so I'm very familiar with my neighborhood. We used to have this pit bull labrador mix named Blue and he was a very protective, loyal dog. Well, one late night in the middle of Fall, I went for a walk with Blue around my neighborhood. I was never really scared to walk at night as long as I had Blue with me. Well, I was wrong. We were walking, and we were having a good time. I walked to this little park, and I sat there at the table just enjoying the quiet. I lit up a cigarette and I sat there smoking. Now, usually during weekdays there's no one out this late, so I automatically assumed I would see no one there. Well, while I was sitting there, I saw this tall man walk by, and he didn't really pay any attention to me, so I just thought maybe they were just walking like me. So I finish my cigarette, and we start walking again. I was just walking all over my neighborhood, just letting Blue lead me. Well, I'm two blocks away from my house, and while I'm walking, if the sidewalk has hedges or for other things that people can hide behind, I won't ever walk on them. I'll just walk in the middle of the street. So me and Blue are walking down the street, and we see the same man from earlier walking the opposite way towards us. And he just keeps glancing at me in blue. He starts walking in the street, too, And I get on the sidewalk, but most of the sidewalk is overgrown with hedges, so I got all scratched up trying to walk as far away from the man as possible. Well, pretty soon I can no longer see him, so me and Blue just keep walking. Well, as we're walking, Blue keeps turning around and looking and even growling a little. But whenever I look, I don't see anything. Well, by now, I'm really creeped out, so I figured it's time to go home. And we start walking home. Blue turns around again, and this time he's growing louder. And I finally can see the same man about a block and a half away. Now, I'm very creeped out at this point because the chances of seeing him that many times is slim. So I begin to pick up the pace, and I start heading home. He just keeps following us the whole time. And Blue is growling, but the man doesn't seem to be scared at all. By now, we're about two blocks away from my house, and he's less than a block from behind us. So I try to call my mom and step dad, but no answer. Since no one answered, I pretend to be talking on the phone with them. And I then tell them that I'm almost home, which was probably a dumb decision. Well, when I get done with my fake phone call, I'm on the same block that I live on, but I'm on the complete opposite side of my house. My house is on the corner, and I'm on the opposite corner and down the middle of my block, behind everyone's backyard is an alleyway. So I'm still walking and I can hear his footsteps getting closer. And Blue keeps trying to stop and growl and bark at the man, but it's not scaring the man at all. So I just keep trying to hurry up with Blu. We finally get to my street and my house is just down on the corner. I look back and I don't see the man anymore, but I know he's there because Blue is still growling. I then stand in the intersection so that he can't jump out and grab me. I kind of just stand there for a second. I then see him come out from behind a garbage can and start running towards us. So I start running full force right down the street to my house. I have never ran that fast before in my life. I get in front of my house and stop because our front gate is always locked because we used the back gate to get into the house. But I also stopped there because I felt like my heart was going to explode in my chest. And I was looking for the man, but I couldn't find him. But not three seconds after I got in front of my house, I see him coming towards me again right from the side of the corner of my house. I realized that he had been running too, but he wasn't behind me, so he had ran through the alleyway to try to get to me. The man caught up to me and he just walked by smiling at me with the most evil smile I'd ever seen. I then ran in my house, locking all of the doors. I never did see the man again after that, and I still live in the same house to this day. And as you can imagine, I've also never walked a night by myself ever again.