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Imaginat escucharto cancion favorita como sifora la primera vez te presentamos el totalmente nuevo y reymaginado Nissan cakes consonido Bose personal plus yvo sinas en la parte superior de los hacientos para creor un experiencia tresientos ecenta jamas asan USA punto conible boces una marca de the Bose Corporation. Hi everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and I hope you're still enjoying the holidays with your family. All that being said, this is a three hour compilation of some of the darkest, most disturbing stories that I've covered on this channel, ranging from sexual assault to murder. This one is dark and it's not for everyone. If you can't handle such dark topics, please click off this video and listen to something else. But if you're already and you're able to listen to these dark, disturbing stories, sit back, relax. Let's begin. I'll begin by saying that I've always been unafraid to speak my mind. Even when I am afraid, I just speak up anyway. I'm a girl and When I was 15 I had a male friend called Mike. Mike was a bit of an oddball, but at the time I really liked to root for the underdog. I hadn't yet learned the lesson that sometimes the person who presents themselves as an underdog ain't the underdog and there's a justified reason that people avoid them. This situation is what made me finally learn that lesson. Mike went to my school and we were friends for two years. He was honestly at best friend level, so I decided to tell him that I had a crush on another girl. I told him that I was pretty sure I was a lesbian. Now I know I am, but I said I was pretty sure instead of certain just because I was trying to accept that myself. Well, Mike was quiet for a bit and then just said oh, okay. He asked who the girl was and I told him everything. He seemed fine with it and he listened to me. As time passed though, he started to say really degrading shit about girls and he expected me to agree with him or something. He'd point to random girls in the hall and say really creepy things. It wasn't like he said, oh, she's cute. He was saying pornographic shit and you just know when something feels fucked up. I told him not to talk about them like that and he said I should agree with him since I liked girls too. I told him he was A perv and that I wasn't. And then we kind of had a falling out. We would make up, but this just kept happening as the weeks passed. I remember ranting about him to my mom, and she asked why I was friends with him if he pissed me off so much. I realized that she had a point, but he was one of my best friends. I mean, I didn't want to lose him, but he was annoying me. I figured I should talk to him about it. So one day I asked him if he wanted to sit in the library during our lunch hour. He was the only person I'd come out to. And honestly, my other friends sometimes teased me about dating Mike as we had spent a lot of time together. My friends hated him because he was labeled as annoying all throughout the school. The other boys teased him for being goofy, and a lot of the girls just thought he was an idiot because he could be awkward. So we ended up in the library, and it was very quiet. The library lady was in there on her computer and eating. And there were maybe two other kids that were sitting there eating alone. Me and Mike sat in a corner at the back, away from everyone else. We had our lunch with us, and Mike had started eating, but I didn't. I said that we needed to talk, and he then said, yeah, about what? All with his mouth full of a ham sandwich. I began to explain that I thought he was coming off as sexist and creepy with all the comments he made about random girls, how he would literally tell me, like, 20 different girls in our school year had blowjob eyes, as well as a bunch of other pornographic shit. I don't want to get into all of it, but think of typical disrespectful shit that a frat dude would say. And that was Mike. Remember, this all came out of seemingly nowhere. Right after I told him about my sexual orientation. He continued eating, and he said that he couldn't be sexist and that I shouldn't go all feminist on him. This got my hackles up, but I tried to stay cool. I said that his comments were disrespectful, but he just wouldn't listen to me. He said I should agree and that I don't want to say exactly what he said because it makes me really cringe. He basically said that I love female genitals just as much as he does, that I should be okay with him saying what he would say. He just said it in a more crude way, as you can likely imagine. I told him that he wasn't appreciating what I was saying and he said all he was doing was listening to me. I just got so mad at that point and I just left him there and then grabbed my shit and was gone. He tried to chase after me, but I just ignored him and went into the girl's bathroom because it was close by. I didn't want to fight in the library. I had wondered if I was being dramatic, but after talking to one of my female friends, she agreed that he sounded creepy. He just made really creepy comments about girls bodies and it was uncomfortable. I was seriously reconsidering my friendship with him and my female friend said he was a loser and I should drop him. Some time passed and I didn't really talk to Mike, but he kept trying to talk to me. I literally blanked him like he was a ghost. Childish, sure, but I was 15 so it was to be expected. After like four days though, I ended up talking to him again. He cornered me in one of our classes and he seemed apologetic this time. He said to please talk to him and that he was really sorry if he offended me. I decided to accept this. It was progress after all. But I would proceed with caution moving forward. I told myself if he started to disrespect other girls again, that would be it. So two weeks passed and it was alright. One day we were walking home from school though, and we ended up on the topic of my own sexuality. Mike asked me if I knew as a young kid and I spoke to him about things. Well, the conversation started to get creepy. He asked if I'd ever watched lesbian porn and I was taken aback. I felt uncomfortable. I know we were friends, but still I told him no And I told him it was all fake and it made for pervy men anyway. He was quiet for a bit and then he asked if I was a boob or an ass girl. I just stared at him like why would you even ask me that? I then rolled my eyes and brushed him off. He then asked if I was definitely sure that I liked only girls and shouldn't I at least kiss one boy just to make sure. I was really offended by this and I raised my voice at him and told him no, that the thought of even holding hands with a boy felt wrong and that I knew that I didn't want anything to do with them. It's nothing personal, it's just how I am. Mike dropped it, but I felt annoyed and uncomfortable. From that moment on, I had started to distance myself. I decided to come out to my mom and she was accepting that was a relief and it really gave me some confidence. I then told my female best friend and she was also totally accepting. And she told me that she kind of suspected it because I never seemed to have a crush on any boys. This meant so much to me and I started to feel like with the support of my other friend and my mom, maybe I didn't need to latch on to Mike. I was starting to feel like he had changed. Or at least his true colors were finally revealed. More time went on and Mike knew that I was distancing myself. He became clingier. I know that I should have handled it better, but I was 15 and we all do stupid things at that age. One day, Mike and I were talking. He asked me why I was being distant and. And I was honest. He went quiet and he looked distressed. This was when we were walking home from school again. He waited for me at a certain point and I could walk home with him by going a certain route. He got home before me and my house wasn't much further. I decided that we had to talk. So I walked with him. After being quiet, he had told me that he cared about me and that he didn't want to lose me. I said, if that's true, then he has to stop being so disrespectful. He was quiet again before then telling me that he wanted me to listen to what he had to say. I said alright, and then waited. He took forever to get it out. But he had basically asked me if I was really sure about myself because he was developing feelings for me. I don't know what word describes how I felt at that moment. If all shit was a feeling, that was what I felt. We never stopped walking throughout all of this, by the way. And now it was my turn to be silent. I didn't know what to say. I felt bad. I mean, it wasn't his fault that he felt that way. It isn't something you can exactly control that much. I just ended up saying sorry and looked at him. And then he just shut his eyes and stopped walking. I felt really awkward and honestly, terrible. Like guilty almost. Mike, I said as he stood there. He was still quiet and he kinda sucked in his mouth. I don't know how to describe it. It's that weird mouth thing that people do when they're trying not to cry. Except his face wasn't contorted or anything. I repeated his name again and he looked up at the sky with his eyes still closed. Then he said, what will it take? And then he said my name at the end of the sentence. I asked what he meant and he then raised his voice and then said, I mean, what will it fucking take? He didn't shout, but it made me take a step back. I struggled to find the words, but I couldn't help myself. Beginning to feel a little scared. He said that ever since I came out to him, he'd been picturing me with other girls and it wasn't fair to him because he'd fallen in love with me. He opened his eyes and then stared at me and then he put his arms outstretched and then shook them around. I was just stood there like, what the fuck is even happening right now? He then started ranting like a maniac. He was shouting that I'd never even given a guy a chance and that I should give him a chance because we're young and that I can't possibly write off men when I've never even kissed anyone. This made me so infuriated and despite feeling nervous, I had started yelling at him that he was a prick and to fuck off with all his ignorant bullsh shit. He shouted over me and started walking towards me and I forced myself to stand firm. I was going to shove him if he got too close. He kept walking. He said that it wasn't fair and why couldn't I just want him back like he wanted me? He just kept going on about how it wasn't fair. I remember shouting back that life isn't fair and he told me to shut up and listen to him. I shouted back and he started stomping his feet. He told me that humans aren't that different from one another and I should just give him a chance. Honestly, I'm putting off typing all of what he said next because it just makes me so upset. But he had started to say that he had all the parts a girl has and I should be able to be with him because I cared about him as a friend. He said that we could make it work because when you kiss someone you shut your eyes and we could have sex and just picture he was a girl. He said that lesbians use strap on toys so I should just pretend his penis is a strap on and it would be the same thing as banging with a toy. He said the same shit about his hands and mouth, basically saying his hands aren't any different to a girl's and that he'd go down on me all the time since that's what lesbians do all the time. I was so disgusted and appalled that I wanted to punch him in the face. He Kept repeating to give him a chance, begging me even. He said that I could grow to love him. And that's when I shouted that we weren't in Beauty and the Beast and our friendship was over. I told him that I'd never like him or any guy and to fuck off. I turned to walk away, but I kept looking over my shoulder. I told him to leave me the fuck alone and to never speak to me again. He started following me though, and continued his tirade. He told me that he couldn't live without me and that he needed me so badly. I told him he was a psycho and I started to run. I could hear his footsteps behind me as he chased me. I was freaking out so bad. I knew that I had to run away from him. Mike had lost his damn mind. When I got into a more populated area, I began screaming, fire. I'd always been taught to scream that word to alert attention. Mike had started shouting at me, telling me to stop, but I just kept going. Someone came out of their car up ahead and I screamed at them to help me. I then sprinted to them as fast as humanly possible. And it was a woman and a younger boy. I recognized them as a boy from my school and his mom immediately sprang into action. I literally ran into her and started babbling, trying to tell her all about Mike. She had seen Mike chasing after me, but he had turned around once he realized he was caught. The woman's son just stood there looking concerned and confused. We didn't know each other super well, but we recognized each other. His mom offered to drive me to my house and asked if I wanted. The police called. I said no to the police, but yes to a car ride. She took me home and she actually stayed with me while I spoke to my parents. Her son just kept smiling at me comfortingly in the car and I really appreciated that. My parents were horrified to hear what went down and they immediately called Mike's house as I had his house phone number. No one picked up. Shocker. My dad wanted to go to Mike's house and knock the door down. And so did my mom and big brother. But they had managed to somehow restrain themselves. So the next day, my parents marched into school and we headed straight into the head office. I told the head what happened and my mom was demanding something to be done. She wanted Mike expelled for homophobic harassment, bullying, attempted physical assault, everything. He hadn't hit me, but my parents were convinced that that's why he was chasing me. Combined with his fucked up ranting. It was just a Feeling they had. Mike wasn't in school that day and the headteacher was keen to handle it all internally, but my parents were having none of it that made sure. The headteacher called Mike's parents on their mobile phones. His dad answered. It was a whole whirlwind of shouting. His dad came to the school and the head spoke to him. He tried defending his son, but my parents ripped him apart. I didn't attend classes that day. They took me straight home. And honestly, it's all kind of a blur. I just remember constant arguing. The head telling us that he'd speak to Mike, my parents insisting that he'd be charged and expelled, and then them calling the head a homophobe and a coward. It was a nightmare. Everyone in the school found out what happened, and I felt really embarrassed. It was also hard because now everyone knew some very private information about me. It was hard. Thankfully, no one was really horrible about it, at least not to my face. But I guess someone somewhere must have been bothered. That's just life. The next day, my parents and I went back to the headteacher's for a meeting in his office. It was really tense in the air, but I didn't think that was unexpected. He sat us down and what he said still gives me chills. He said that Mike's dad agreed to have a word with him, which we already knew. Well, Mike wasn't in the house when his dad got back, and he ended up going through some stuff. In Mike's room, he found three notebooks filled to the brim with obscene drawings depicting women with injuries on them. He drawn himself inflicting injuries to these women as well. He had also written a bunch of really disturbing things. He had a list of girls in our year ranking them based on specific body parts. He dedicated several pages to discussing how sexy each girl was and also listing his favorites. His favor would change, but over time, my name was at the top of the list. He ranked my body parts too, and it made me feel disgusting. He'd written about how he wanted to commit crimes against the girls in the school, including me. It really crushed me to discover all this. Mike's dad had contacted a police friend and together they went out searching for Mike. They had actually found him riding his bike in the woods. He didn't try to run away from them. Mike's dad's police friend said something had to be done about this, and Mike's dad agreed. He changed his tune totally. The head told us that Mike was in serious trouble. The police also wanted to talk to Me as well as all the other girls in his book. I was numb. Mike had been my friend, yet I hadn't known him at all. He was one of my best friends, yet I never truly knew him. If I hadn't come out to him, if he'd been best friends with a straight girl instead of me, would this have all come out? How did he hide it? Why did I trigger him to unleash his craziness? I'll never truly know. Mike ended up being sent away to some sort of psychiatric hospital and I never saw him again. Everyone was shook from this. The girls all whispered that they were right, he really was a weirdo. The boys said he was a lunatic and that they were all glad he was gone. I agreed with both sentiments. But I'd been his friend. Even now it sounds like it isn't true. I've never spoken to Mike since. I've never seen him again. I don't want to. And I really do hope I never meet him again. This whole situation taught me that you don't always know people the way that you think you do. People can hide a bunch of awful shit from others and you'll never know what is in someone else's brain. It's a really scary world out there sometimes. And I learned that sometimes people bring being labeled as weird upon themselves. Sometimes people are messed up and others pick up on it. I'm just glad Mike is out of my life and I hope he never gets a chance to hurt any innocent girls. This happened to me when I was 21. I had decided to leave my apartment to go for a late night walk. I was walking about a mile into town when I came across this random Asian woman. She looked to be in her early 40s and she was dressed entirely like a geisha. She approached me and she had started asking me something in Japanese. Since she's Japanese. By the way, I know Japanese kinda well. So I understood about half of what she was saying. Some of it translated to why are you walking alone? Keep in mind, she also seems to know English kinda well as it translated when she was talking in Japanese. So I told her that I was just getting some exercise. And then she said something afterwards that made my blood run cold. She said, what? Translated to there's danger lurking around you, beware. I didn't know what she meant by this at first, so I had turned around at the next block, but the woman was following me and she had with her who I assumed to be her sister. She introduced her to me and I said, konnichiwa, which is Japanese for hello. Her sister was dressed entirely like a geisha as well. I didn't think too much of it, but I continued my walking and they were behind me the entire time. They were both repeatedly chanting something really creepy in Japanese. They were chanting to what I recognized to be English for beware, danger is lurking. I felt uncomfortable, so I had started speed walking. Then they chanted something else to which I recognized to be you're gonna die. Like I said, I know Japanese pretty well, so I knew what they were saying. I freaked out, so I full on ran for my life. I ran all the way back to my apartment. I was out of breath when I got home and about 15 minutes later I had heard a knock at my door. It was 2am at this point I looked out the window and those same two geisha women were staring directly at me. They were both holding those handheld Japanese fans to their mouths. Then they opened my door and walked in. I guess they saw me run to my apartment and got my apartment number. I was so freaked out that I forgot to lock the door when I got home. Then they approached me and one of them pinned me to the wall. Then the other one took out a knife and gently caressed it against my face. Then the geisha with the knife said in Japanese, which also translated to nice, handsome face. I'll add some touches if you don't mind. I was about to scream, but then the geisha that pinned me to the wall put her hand over my mouth. Then she actually said something in English this time. She told me if I made another sound that her sister would slit my throat. She then told me to shake my head yes or no for anything they would tell or ask me. I was really fucking scared at this point. Like to the point where I started to cry. Then the geisha with the knife came up to me again. She then pulled my pants down, but thankfully I kept on my underwear. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. She then took her knife and then cut into my outer thigh. It felt like she had gone in about an inch. And it hurt so fucking bad. I was just squeezing my eyes shut, breathing through my nose since I didn't want to make a single sound that would upset them. Then the geisha that pinned me to the wall told me in English that if I told the police, they would then return and then cut my throat. She asked if I understood. I shook my head yes. And they then both finally left my apartment. About 10 minutes later, I looked out my window again and they were both completely gone. Now I was able to call 911. They arrived five minutes later and I explained everything that happened to the police and paramedics and I then showed them the cut mark on my thigh. The paramedics dragged me to the gurney and then took me to the ambulance. When we got to the hospital, the doctor and nurse examined the cut and I needed stitches. I had actually asked the hospital staff if I could stay the night there just for my own safety. And since I was scared shitless to go back to my apartment in fear that they might come back, they said it was okay. So I'd spent the night in the hospital. The next day the police drove me home. I haven't seen those two women again after that night, but I now have severe PTSD from that experience. Dear God. It was one of the scariest things that have ever happened to me. This incident occurred towards the end of 2023. I was at my best friend's house for dinner and her boyfriend was at work. My friend lives in a block of flats and the neighbor directly across from her is a drug addict. Now, he is harmless, but he had brought some real drama with him for like two months leading up to this night. I'm about to explain. My friend would hear men outside her door screaming and trying to kick her neighbor's door in. My friend is very vocal and always the one to defend people. Despite being a young woman, she always opened her door and told these guys to go away and called the police, etc. She would always call me and tell me about these incidents or we'd text about them. It was always four men and they looked dirty and also seemed like addicts. I don't mean to shame addicts, but these dudes were all very dodgy individuals. They would sometimes tell my friend to mind her business, but she just stood her ground and would always tell them to leave the neighbor alone and that she was calling the police. Fast forward to the night that I was there for food. We had just sat down to eat and I honestly didn't hear anything. But my friend put her plate down and she told me that she heard noise outside in the landing. I said that I didn't hear anything myself, but my friend knew that she'd heard something and then she went to her front door. I had heard her open it and I heard her loudly saying, what do you guys think you're doing? I put my plate down and then hovered. I positioned myself so I wasn't visible but that I was close enough to the front door. To hear. I couldn't really make out what the guys were saying because they sounded incoherent, but they must have been saying something. I heard my friend then say, that's it, I'm phoning the fucking police right now. There were then shouts and I later realized that the men had run away. I had heard my friend talking to her neighbor and I could hear her ask if he was sure he was alright. She said that she'd phoned the police to talk to him and he just kept saying, nah, hen, it ain't necessary. Now hen is a term similar to calling a stranger sweetheart or something in my own country. I was just standing there like, huh, what's going on? Long story short, my friend came back and went to our living room and she said she had to call her boyfriend. I asked what was going on and she just explained that those dodgy ass dudes were back. The neighbor had opened his door and he was now surrounded by them and had been crouching like in the squat position with his hands covering his face, almost cowering away I guess. My friend said that she didn't see a weapon, but the neighbor claimed they had been threatening to stab him and apparently one had attempted to stab him with a skinny knife. It wasn't like a huge machete, but it was a sharp one apparently. That was why my friend had said she was calling the police so ardently. The neighbor had said they tried to stab him. The guys then bolted off instantly. My friend called her boyfriend and he was getting stressed out, telling her she should stay out of it because he doesn't want her getting hurt, etc. I understood that, but my friend was really frustrated by this because she just likes to help people and she always stands up to anyone. My friend had also told me that the guys had told her, you're a fucking grass of a neighbor. Which apparently is a slang term for snitch in my country. This was really nerve wracking to be standing there knowing these really dodgy guys were there and about to stab that guy. Me and my friend are also female, so I really couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable with four crazy guys outside. My friend ended up calling the police, but she had called a non emergency line. They spoke to her for a long time and they said they'd contact the neighbor. The neighbor ended up going on the run and people were really worried that he was dead or something. The police even woke up my friend at like 11 at night knocking her door to ask if she'd seen him. The guy's girlfriend was also knocking on his door a lot. My friend kept hearing someone knock and she realized after looking through the peephole that it was the same woman multiple times. My friend then decided to ask who she was and they got to talking. The neighbor ended up coming back after disappearing for like a month. My friend and I even saw the dodgy guys in town while the neighbor was gone. So far they've actually been leaving him alone. Apparently he owed them money or something. He's been laying really low ever since, but he is back now. I'm just glad my friend was never hurt by those crazy guys, but I really admire her bravery just to stand up to them. She really was brave for that. This took place when I was only 18 and I already had some bad experiences with guys in real life. I'm going to leave out real names for privacy reasons and for context. I'm a female. There was this guy who I'd like to Talk to in YouTube comments from TIME to time. He seemed normal during our common chats so I decided to add him on Discord. That turned out to be a big mistake and he turned out to be a creep with a foot fetish. When we first started talking on Discord, everything seemed normal until he asked me what my shoe size was. At the time I didn't fully understand what a fetish was, let alone a foot fetish. After I answered and gave him my shoe size, he then said that he had a foot fetish. He then went on to tell me that he watches Hentai and I had no clue what that was until he told me. After he told me what it was, I was disgusted. That's not the only weird stuff he did and said though. He was in a few of my Discord servers as well and he would lash out at me whenever they would get raided. I knew some of his ex Internet friends, but I didn't know at the time that they didn't like him or who didn't like him. The first time one of my servers got raided, the people who raided it went after him and then he took it out on me. He texted things like we have a problem. He also told me that I was ignorant for not coming online. I couldn't go on Discord at the time because I was at a graduation practice. He texted me several times and tried calling me. I ended up having to delete the server because of him spamming me and him wanting me to get online. I found out why his friends hated him. He was 20 at the time and he was dating a 16 year old girl at the time. I found out because he told me I didn't get a chance to read all that was said in my server, but after that I could tell that he was extremely weird. When my second server got raided, he had texted we have a problem bitch. He had texted some other things as well and he called me 21 times exactly. The people who raided my server this time didn't even really have anything against him. When this server got raided again, he ended up sending my server link in a discord server where the members would raid other servers. Later on, after other people raided my server, he said that he wouldn't be mean if we dated, but I then declined his offer to date me. He then asked me to date him later on again and I ignored the question for a while. He kept on messaging me and I gave in and told him I would as I was afraid he would flip out on me again. We ended up only dating for four days and the first thing he wanted after we started dating was a foot pic for me. I had tried telling him that I was already in bed, but he just kept on insisting that I send a pic and then get out of bed. I ended up sending the pic. After I did send the pic, he had caught onto the fact that I had jeans on and he asked me how I could be in bed if I had pants on. In the midst of all this, I also recall him sending me a pic of an anime girl body pillow and telling me that he was also a wee boo. I don't remember when he told me this, but it happened when we talked. I told one of my Internet friends about what happened and he was then confronted in a group call. One thing I forgot to mention is that the guy had also sent me a video that told me to consider suicide. And after I told people what he did, he told me that he hoped I would die and he also blamed me for making him lose friends. In a group chat where my friends got onto him, he acted like he didn't even care that he hurt me. Also, after this all went down, I had heard from someone that the same guy wanted to still do sexual acts to me, which still makes me feel really uneasy. Luckily, I don't talk to him anymore and I also don't have to deal with someone spamming anime feet pics in my server anymore. What a creep he was. I'm a teenage girl living in Canada and I've always really liked video games. One Saturday night I was bored and I was messing around online. I Found a random site that lets you play random games and the site had a chat room at the corner. I ended up talking to some random dude who said he was a teen too, and I'll call him Dave. I obviously wasn't going to tell Dave anything about myself because he was a stranger, but we ended up playing a ghost game together for about an hour and it was pretty fun. He asked if I had headphones on and he told me that he'd love to hear my voice, but I just said no because I didn't feel comfortable. I told him my age, which was 16, but that was it. I gave him a fake name too. After our ghost game ended, he had asked if I wanted to play another. It was midnight and I said sure because I wasn't feeling tired yet. He told me that he wanted to show me something that he found super exciting. And then he sent me a link to something. I know anyone listening to this will be shaking their head and screaming at the screen, but I naively clicked the link, honestly just expecting it to be a video game. The link took a really long time to load, like a full minute, which was odd. It wasn't a video game he showed me. It was a really disturbing video that still haunts me to this day. I will explain what was in the video as briefly as possible, but I need to give a warning now. It's extremely upsetting and it involves sexual abuse. The screen showed a woman who was very petite and thin, but she was definitely an adult, not a child. She looked to be of East Asian heritage, and she was lying on a concrete floor on her back and she was trying to get away from a group of men. The men were recording videos and taking photos because flashes just kept going off and she was crying and screaming as literally multiple men did things to her. It makes me shake to even type it out. I'm not gonna go into great detail here, but I think you all have an idea of what these men were doing to her and it was truly disgusting and awful. Anyways, my sound was odd and the sound of her screams makes me cry even now. And all the men were just laughing. I was so frozen and I felt like I was going to puke. But I couldn't close the screen due to how horrified and shocked. I didn't want to see it, but it was just too late. The screen then suddenly changed and someone began pouring something onto the woman's private parts. It was then that I regained control of my body and then exited the tab. It took a long time to Shut. And I was then shaking and sobbing. I went back to the chat room thing and I had asked Dave what the fuck he just sent me, and was this some sort of mistake? This sick motherfucker told me that it wasn't a mistake, that he just wanted to share one of his favorite videos with me. He said this video was nothing and I should have finished it because it only got better. And apparently I saw nothing based on how quickly I came back to the chat. He then went on to tell me that it was a disturbing form of porn and he thought I was cool and would like it. I didn't even respond. I just turned off my laptop and then ran to the bathroom and threw up. I sat in there crying my heart out because I couldn't process what I'd seen. I couldn't get the cries of that poor woman out of my head. They were ringing in my ears, and I couldn't forget the horror that I'd witnessed. I'd literally saw a crime on the Internet and I didn't know what to do. I was scared to tell anyone in case I'd get in trouble. But I felt like I was losing my mind. I couldn't sleep. I spent all night crying. The next morning, I had told my parents what happened, and they were disgusted. They weren't angry with me, they were angry with Dave. And they told me that I had done the right thing to tell them. We contacted the police and they came and spoke to me. I gave them my laptop because they had asked for it. And they told me they were glad that I'd told someone about what I'd seen. The female police officer helped me so much, and she provided me with some much needed comfort. She said that she had seen some really horrible things in her career. And she told me it would do me a world of good to talk about what I'd seen with someone. She told me not to bottle it up because it would only get worse if I did that and telling my parents was the right thing to do. For weeks, I felt like I was in a daze. I would have nightmares about what I'd seen. And even now, the look on that poor woman's face is tattooed in my brain. The police had my computer for several weeks, and they did get access to the video. They never traced Dave, and I don't know how, but. And I know they tried, but at least they're aware of him. And they did see the video. I don't know what the fate of that woman was. I'm not sure if she's even alive, or if those men killed her. Or perhaps she took her own life after what those monsters did to her. I don't know how someone can move past something like that. I don't know what happened to the men in the video either. I know it was longer than what I saw. I don't know if the men showed their faces because I can't even remember and I didn't even watch the whole thing. All I could focus on was the agony that that poor woman endured. I pray that the police find them someday. Sometimes I pray that those men will end up in a ditch somewhere, but death seems too good for them. I eventually got my laptop back, but I've never gone surfing on the web since. This happened months ago and the whole thing still haunts me. My school has a counselor that we can be referred to and we can chat about anything with them. I've started seeing the counselor and it's helping. I'll never be able to forget what I saw. It's burned into my memory. It's not easy for me to move on and it's not easy to push it to the back of my mind. I know that many people might think that I'm being dramatic, but the woman that I saw was a real person. Just because I saw it through a screen doesn't make it any less real. It really scares me to think that there's real guys out there doing these things and watching these videos. I really hope no one else makes the same stupid choices that I did. Never talk to strangers online and never click on any random links. Never trust anyone on the Internet and if you see something, definitely say something. I have been watching this channel for years. I would like to help others and let them know that they are not alone in this. My name is rose. I am 5 foot and I am 38 years old but I don't look it. I was a very sick newborn, even died twice. I have physical and mental disabilities. I was in special needs classes during most of my schooling. Names will be changed because I don't want these people to find me. I'm from Alabama, born and raised. I'm on disability because of my health problems. I can't work anymore so I've been on YouTube since it was created. This had started happening on one of my newer accounts. I'm not a big youtuber or anything. I've never really looked at this as a job, but just something fun to do. I have a lot of different interests. I'm also a Christian and I had a channel Called Sammy. I wanted to teach about Jesus as I had felt God calling me to do it. I was reading out of the King James version. I was explaining about what the verse was about. Well, this lady didn't like it. Let's call her Abby. She had misunderstood what I was saying and she had found my personal Facebook which isn't linked to anything, nor my Instagram. It was really weird and she had threatened to ruin me and come to my house in her van. I tried to make things right and apologize, but no use. I hate no one. I have family and friends who are gay and some aren't even Christians. I'm just reading God's words. But she didn't like it. I couldn't be on my Sammy account or my main YouTube channel. She would always find me, no matter what. It was getting bad. That was in the summer. But new stuff happened. This past November, I had someone bang on my front door after Thanksgiving. But before December, I had someone banging on the door and it started jiggling the doorknob. It was insane. Then it all stopped. This December. Yeah, very recently, someone had tried to add me on Instagram. It was my stalker. I had recognized all of the pictures. She had her account said to public. I had mine on private because there are a lot of sick creeps out there. All of my profiles are set to private and I won't add anyone unless I know them. Safety first. Stranger danger can be for adults too. Then she had her Facebook linked and this chick is seriously a huge catfish. I saw all of the profiles and so many more on Facebook and Instagram. Then thanks to some of my friends that I've met on YouTube. The Internet can be a really wonderful thing and place. But sometimes evil people can get their nasty hands on it. My friend who will call Mary wanted to know how this all started. By this point, all of this was playing a huge deal on my mental health. So I explained what happened and I went on my friend's account. It was another person and her husband that are on YouTube. Well, they lied to me and they told me that they would block the stalker. Well, I found out recently that they're all in on it and I've never met these people in person. So I had thanked my friend and made some new accounts and then blocked everyone. I'm no longer doing YouTube. This just stressed me out way too much. I used to also sing on there as well as doing cooking videos. But right now I'm just looking for peace. Please everyone, be careful who you trust online. They may not have good intentions like you think they have. Listen to your gut. If it feels wrong, then it probably is. I was right to think that this husband and wife were with the stalker. They made me think differently after they confronted me on it. But I now know the truth and like always, the truth will come out. Be safe out there and always watch your surroundings everyone, whether it's in real life or online. Thank you all for taking the time to listen to my story and if there's any more updates in the future, I promise I'll let you know. The story happened when I was in the 8th grade. I'm a 15 year old girl now, but I was 13 at the time of this story. For context, I was still in a middle school and instead of having different people in all of my classes, we'd travel as a homeroom. We'd have different teachers and classrooms for different subjects, but the students in my class always stayed the same. During the first half of the school year, I had this awesome teacher that taught my class math and science. However, after winter break she had to leave due to personal reasons, which is why we had to have a new teacher for the rest of the school year. I'll call this teacher Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith was immediately one of my favorite teachers. He was in his late 20s and was pretty funny and friendly. Nobody in my class noticed until after the incident, but he had treated the guys and girls in our class pretty differently. For example, the group of guys in my class could just be having a conversation with each other before class even started, but if Mr. Smith heard any profanities or inappropriate language, he'd yell at the entire class for the entire 40 minute period, then make us sit at our desks with our heads down for any remaining time that we had left after that. But one time when I was going back and forth with my friend, I had accidentally let a shut up slip when talking to Mr. Smith. Well, all he did was calmly ask for an apology and then completely let it go once I apologized. None of this stood out to us until later on, but it was definitely weird. I sat right behind the teacher's desk, my friend right beside me, so we'd hear most conversations that Mr. Smith had with the other students. There was this one girl in my class who all called Charlie for the sake of privacy, who had really struggled a lot in the math and science. Mr. Smith was always over at her desk helping her with the work, which obviously isn't weird since that's what teachers are supposed to do. What was weird was that he had His Discord tag on a sticky note placed on the back of his computer that had faced the class. Apparently it was so that he could help students outside of school time, but teachers are not allowed to share any of their contact or social media info to students. Charlie ended up having to move to another province around the beginning of May, and my friend and I recall hearing a conversation between her and Mr. Smith about befriending each other on Snapchat so they could help her out with math and science after she moved. Now this was odd, but me and my friend just brushed it off and didn't really realize how weird this was until after we found everything out. Once this girl had moved to the other province, she randomly sent a text to our class group chat one day saying that Mr. Smith sexually assaulted her. Everyone in this group chat was really confused and we were all asking what the hell she meant and to elaborate. Well, she had sent screenshots of her chats with Mr. Smith on Discord as well as Snapchat to the group chat. I'll admit, as someone who's edited text before and edits a lot of things, these screenshots didn't look very real, so I didn't really believe any of it at first. However, one of the screenshots had a mirror pic of Mr. Smith, which had made me question if this was real or not. A bunch of the students in the group chat as well as me were discussing if these events were even real, and another kid in our class had sent screenshots of his text with Mr. Smith over Discord, talking about how accusations could ruin his life and career, but not denying any of it. I didn't know what to think. On one hand, it's very easy to edit text messages, and this Discord user could have been some random person posing as Mr. Smith since the grammar in English wasn't very good. But on the other hand, this girl and Mr. Smith were always talking and she would always stay back after class to get help with her work. And these are very serious allegations. I then explained to the other students in the group chat how serious this was and that we shouldn't be jumping to assumptions and accusations, but we also shouldn't outright deny that this could be very real and true. We talked over the group chat for the next few days about this until someone in our chat decided to screen record everything. We wrote all of the screenshots, our entire discussion, and then posted on YouTube. I didn't find out about this screen recording until I was called into the office after a few of my other classmates were and we were all told that the screen recording was posted online and how all of mine and my other students texts were also included on there. Everybody started leaving the group chat shortly after and a note sent home from the school revealed that an investigation was opened on Mr. Smith. During this investigation, which lasted about two weeks, Mr. Smith was still allowed to teach us and be in the classroom with us, but he rarely ever was since he was dealing with the legal matters. He addressed this situation to us one time in class and he almost broke down in tears in front of us going on about how this could ruin his relationship with his fiance, his career, as well as his relationship with his friends and family. I didn't know how to feel or what to believe. This was my favorite teacher that I'd talk to every day and laugh with. Being accused of grooming and sexually assaulting another girl in my class. The investigation was closed shortly after and we were all left really confused. Another note was sent home from school just stating that the investigation was now closed. That's it. He was allowed to teach us until the end of the school year. I recall one thing that made me quite uncomfortable. He was never inappropriate with me, but he did recommend me an anime one time that was borderline Hentai with the intro showing very young looking girls in panties which weirded me out. He also commented how he only watched the free anime which is about swimming, only to see shirtless guys, which I think is kind of an inappropriate joke to make with your 13 year old student. Another thing that made me uncomfortable was when we had some activity day at the end of the school year where we were all outside in the school field. I was wearing a crop top and tights since it was a hot day which was very different from the regular baggy clothes that I'd always wear. And I remember him slowly looking me up and down when me and my friend were talking to him, which made me feel gross. The school year ended and nothing happened at all during summer since the school was a 7 9. I went back the next year for grade 9 and I saw him passing by in the hallway once where we just said hi and that was it. I didn't see him again after that. Another note was sent home later that school year saying that one of our substitute teachers by the name Mr. Smith was arrested on sexual assault of a minor. This freaked out me and my friends. Clearly they had something more incriminating this time to be able to place him under arrest. Well, he isn't allowed to work at school or with children anymore and he has yet to still have a trial. All I know is that he was fired and arrested and he can't come into contact with anyone that's under the age of 18. I know this isn't very scary since it didn't specifically happen to me, but it's freaky to know that my once favorite teacher that I got so close to and would laugh with every day ended up being arrested for sexually assaulting one of my classmates. I was raised by my grandparents in New Zealand. They owned a business in the islands and as a result they had 20 employees. One of them who I'll call Rex. Rex's father was adopted by my grandmother's father. After Rex's father died, Rex became close to my family and he would do jobs here and there and my grandfather would pay him. My mother lived in the islands due to some legal issues she had. I never had a good relationship with her or my half sisters that I was raised with. This is relevant to what I will detail later. I was constantly bullied by my half sisters because I wasn't their real sister. And if I were to complain to the adults, no one really took me seriously. One of my sisters and I would accompany my grandparents to the islands and on one of these occasions, my sister led one of her boyfriend's friends into the house where he then forced me to get intimate with him. I was only 12 years old at the time. I was encouraged at that young age that it was cool to lose your virginity and to keep doing it with friends who would tell me good job making me feel as if it was a great thing. I didn't tell any adults because I thought that no one would listen to me and because of my small brain, it was supposed to be cool. These are all relevant to my story regarding Rex. My life eventually fell apart and I got into drinking and smoking. My grandparents made me stay in the islands with my mother who had abandoned me when I was 2 months old. On one occasion, one of my stepdad's friends broke into my room while drunk and he tried to do you know what to me that night. I remember him shushing me as my stepdad then knocked on the door to check if I was alright. I used this opportunity to leap to the door and dash out. My stepdad found him and then pushed him out of the house. As I was crying on the couch, my stepdad explained to my mother what had just happened. My heart dropped when I heard my mom ask him, are you sure that she didn't bring him in herself and then just pretend as if he came in on his own. To which my stepdad replied, um, I'm pretty sure she's crying on the couch. Everything I went through was ignored and not thought of. So I was always scared to tell anyone what was going on. Rex was unmarried, childless and illiterate. I remember one incident when I was young that he tried to force me to sit between his legs. I was only six years old at the time. I remember that he tried to kiss me and I ran away. At 13, I was way too young to smoke and so I used to hide at the back of our house and smoke. Rex found out about this and began to give me a smokes. He would tell me that I should smoke first and then he would finish it because he said that it felt like he was kissing my lips. He would constantly break into my room at night and steal my undergarments and then he would replace them with new ones. He also told me a few times that I shouldn't wash them after I shower. More than once we would sit together while smoking and I would move as far away from him as I could. He would purposely put a hole in his pants and let his you know what hang out. And he would tell me to look at it. He told me that he would masturbate and think of me. I was so scared to tell anyone and I just kept it to myself, seeking comfort in the wrong places and people. One day after I had a shower, I went to get changed in my room. My room is next to the kitchen and I knew that there was a hole on the top part of the wall. A very small one. I was never worried about it though, because one, it was way too high for someone to just look through it. One would have to stand on the counter and tiptoe to see through it. And then two, I never thought that anyone would go through all that trouble. So I slowly got changed because it was quite hot that day. And then I noticed that the hole in the wall was now blocked. I thought nothing of it because anyone could have just patched it up. I had heard my stepdad walking toward the kitchen at the same time. And then the hole appeared again. I thought that was strange, so I just stared at the hole. I heard my stepdad walk out, turn the car on, and then drive off. To my horror, something had blocked the hole in the wall. I legit realized that it was an eye looking right at me through that hole. I grabbed my towel and then rushed to the kitchen to then find Rex staggering down from the bench, acting like nothing had happened. I grabbed a knife and then threatened him with tears welling in my eyes. I told him that if he ever did that again, I would kill him. He then just smirked and I then walked off to put on my clothes. I had heard knocking on my door, and as I opened it, he just stood there glaring at me. He then forced himself inside and he told me he was done playing around, that I should just lie down and give him what he wanted. As you can imagine, I stood there horrified. I was so emotionally and psychologically damaged. I was only 13. While this was going on, something inside me was saying that maybe if I were to give him what he wanted, he would finally leave me the fuck alone. But then I looked him properly in the face and I just felt so disgusted. I yelled at him and I told him if he didn't get out that I would tell everyone what he was doing to me. He smirked and then walked out again. He knew that my mother would always be on his side at all times. My life kinda spiraled out a bit, and I had no understanding of what depression really was. I just felt like my life was ruined. So I kind of just let myself go. In regards to smoking, drinking, and unfortunately, sleeping in places and with people that I should not have been sleeping with or at, mostly because of their ages and marital status. I was once dating this dude who was 13 years older than me. I know, and I'm sorry. It was really stupid. And I was 16. I felt unloved, and I was looking for someone who could possibly love me back. While I was talking to him late at night behind my house, I saw a big block of wood fly across our heads. I then glanced in the direction where the wood came from, and there stood Rex, huffing and puffing, holding a machete, ready to fight the guy that I was talking to. I walked inside the house and my grandmother was devastated, saying that I was a whore and I'm an embarrassment to the family. Well, the next day I cried to them and I told them that I think I was like this because of what Rex did to me. My grandmother just responded by then saying, oh, what? He just slapped your butt? That's it. To which my aunt then says, well, you were caught with a dude before, and Rex didn't do anything to you until after that happened. Which was a completely different incident that happened when I was 15. So the one time I was going to open up to them, I was pushed aside. He would disgustingly leave graphic magazines in my room. He would Come into my room early hours of the morning and then stare at me sleeping. This went on for about a year or two. Rex also tried to do similar things to my younger sister, but my mother and stepfather made sure that he wouldn't, which kind of made me mad because I felt like they could have done the same thing for me but didn't. I was taken back to New Zealand when I was 15 after I ran away from home. The neglect that I felt from my mother and her husband was real and I went to go live with my cousins and their family where I actually felt that I was more accepted. Once I came back to New Zealand, I had picked myself up. I went back to high school, aced my grades and I started working at 17. I wanted to help my grandmother pay for my school fees, my lunch and etc. My best friend from the islands had introduced me to my then boyfriend and now husband of almost four years. I'm actually currently in university. I believe in America they call it college and I'm a second year student. My husband and I have our issues, mostly financial, but the love that I get from him I've never gotten in my whole life. We're just a young couple trying to succeed in life. I truly believe that if it weren't for the grace of God, I wouldn't have made it this far in life. I know this story is long, but I thought I would write it out for those who experience the same thing and also feel as if they have no one to talk to. One thing I've learned growing up was to always speak up and to never give up. Someone will eventually understand and listen to you. As for Rex, he actually still works for my grandmother on the Islands. He's 58 now and he was about 50 when he started to sexually harass me. He still has no wife or children or any family of his own, but my grandmother still shelters and cares for him. I forgive him and everyone else who's done me wrong, but the events definitely impacted my mental state of mind. I'm currently trying to work on my short temper as well as sometimes overthinking and jumping to conclusions. I'm extremely antisocial and I'm sometimes overly protective over my younger siblings. I was extremely suicidal until my husband came into my life. At the time I was cutting myself and until recently I've slowed down a lot. I've invested a lot of my time in my spiritual life and having someone to support me through my recovery journey has been a real gift from God. Rex Video calls my family members every now and then, but I try to avoid talking at all. I swear, every time I even hear his name, I can't help but have flashbacks of everything he's done to me. I know this isn't your typical scary story, but these experiences were truly scary for me. I've been sexually assaulted, bullied and unloved within the family, and now things are finally looking up for me. The relationship I now have with my family is getting better, and they're much more supportive now. Well, except for my mother, who just calls to ask for money. But that's a story for another day, I suppose. Please, everyone, if you happen to go through anything similar, speak up. I promise eventually someone will listen.