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Hey guys, My name is Katie and this happened last year in 2023 when I was 15 years old and was with my ex. Sorry for the length of the story. It was around 6pm on a cold summer day when me and my ex, who we'll call Z, was hanging out with our friends. They decided to go to the skatepark which is about a 30 minute walk away from my house. So Zia and I went back to mine to get my skateboard. We got my board and started walking towards the skatepark. At the top of this road we were on was a school with a main road running next to it and a little tunnel underneath so people with young kids, prams and bikes can go through to the opposite side of the road. We were standing leaning against this bridge tunnel, talking and waiting for my friend to come message me back. As we were walking we had started kissing a little and I got this weird feeling like we were being watched. I stopped kissing Z to notice this white car go past us. We carried on talking and I kept looking at the road as I really felt something was off. Over the next 15 minutes the same white car goes past five more times. Z noticed my change in behavior so he asked what's wrong? And I told him that I think the car is watching us, that it's gone past six times already. He said let's go and I was honestly happy to leave. As we had started walking up towards the school to go to our local corner shop to go to the skatepark, the white car went past again but now slower this time. I was able to look at it and I saw three, maybe four figures in the car including the driver. As I turned around towards where we were standing, I saw the white car pull over and then speed off. As it was speeding off I saw this guy in his 30s to 40s with brown hair and glasses start walking up towards us picking up his speed. Every time we did I noticed he was getting closer and closer so we picked up our speed a lot more and I then said loudly, hey, let's go to the corner shop, I need a drink. And my partner Z at the time asked what I was doing and I said we can go into the shop to see if he's really following us. And if he isn't, then I'm wrong. And also how I got a weird feeling after I said that. My partner turned to me and said I was an idiot for speaking loudly because now the guy is going to go into the shop looking for us. As we turned the corner to go towards the shop, I grabbed Z's arm and started walking a lot quicker up past the shop towards the bus stop. We stood at the bus stop for a few minutes just to see if the guy followed and he did. He was speaking to someone on his phone as the white car went past again and then he went into the shop looking through the windows before entering. We found this weird, so we took a longer way to the skatepark. To get to the skatepark, we had to go past a graveyard. And as we were walking towards the graveyard, the car went past again and suddenly this guy was following us from behind again. But he was also on the phone. He was a different guy though. He wasn't the same person that went into the shop. We had started walking through a few closes to get to the other main road that is filled with lights. As we got through the last section to get by the main road, we walked past these two guys dressed in black coats, tracky bottoms and their hoods up. I grabbed Z's hands so hard because I began to feel scared. As we walked past the guys, one of them raised their phone to their ear while the other person already had their phone to their eyes speaking into it. We noticed this wasn't normal as we had decided to stick to the side they were on as it was quicker. So we began walking across the grass up the road. When the guys began to follow us, we looked at each other and we decided to cut through these other houses with these guys still following us. I was nearly crying as the white car went past us yet again and we began to walk quicker through the houses. We kept looking back to see if the guys were following us and they were. And we accidentally bumped into this older couple with their dog. We told them to pretend they know us because these guys were following us. They asked if we were okay and told us to just go ahead through a different way and that they would try and distract them or just block their vision. We thanked them and then carried on walking quicker. We eventually finally got to the skatepark nearly two hours later because it took us that long and our friends had asked us what took us so long. So we then explained that we were being followed. Well, about 15 minutes later, after arriving at the skatepark, a white car pulled up with their car lights blaring into the skatepark. But Z and I quickly dipped and the car drove away just a few seconds later. We never went to the police about it because we had no evidence and and neither of us liked the police. To this day the police still don't know and neither do our own families, just some of our close friends. We're really lucky the guys never caught us and that we didn't get hurt. To this day, my whole body shivers with the thought of this and chills run down my body at the thought of what would have happened if they caught us after that. Later on in the year, the same white car would always pop up and drive past me. Numerous times since then, I've definitely changed the way that I walk to and from the skatepark. I'm submitting the story so awareness can get spread and to tell people to always be on their guard while they're out. Seriously, everyone, please be careful. So this all started when I was 11 years old. For reference, I'm a 32 year old female. I was raised by my grandpa and he was previously married to an amazing woman. They were somewhat trying to work it out and at the time she had her own house, let's call her T for short. She had a 16 year old daughter, let's call her J whom I've been with every day and loved for six years. One day while over at their house, J and her friends were going to the river to go swimming and asked if I would like to go. So of course being 11, I said yes. So while at the river, one of our friends who was a guy who was being so nice and cool was tossing me in the air to dive in the water and just generally being a pretty cool guy. I didn't really think anything about it at all because he didn't seem creepy or like a bad guy. I just thought he was being a nice guy friend to Jay. So fast forward a year later and I'm 12 years old and I'm standing at the end of my driveway waiting on the bus for school. Now just a little description of this driveway. It wasn't very long but had several vehicles of my grandpa's and towards the end it had a gate that was to be closed and Locked anytime I was there alone. Also, we lived right off a highway, so every day I would see all kinds of different people driving by. Well, I had an old babysitter of mine that lived past me about six miles and she drove a small red car. Also, there's a curve that goes to the left about half a mile or so to the left of the driveway and the same to the right. Also, keep in mind, my grandpa was always leaving me alone to go to work or go early morning hunting. Okay. Anyways, so as I'm standing there waiting, I see a small red car driving on the shoulder of the road, driving fairly slow from my right. I assumed it was my old babysitter being that it was the same car color. So as it passed, I just smiled and waved. But as soon as I did, I realized it was a man wearing a cap and sunglasses. And as I smiled and waved, he smiled back in the creepiest way. I immediately had a bad gut feeling. And as he passed me, I watched him get to the curve and start turning around. I got so scared and sick to my stomach that I took off running to one of the vehicles in the driveway to go hide behind. As I'm dug down in front of the truck, I watched him pass by, going very slowly. I was panicking at this point. I stayed there to make sure he wasn't coming back. And sure enough, he did. There's a church a tad to the left and across the road from the driveway. He backed into it and he kinda just stayed there. As I'm watching him without his knowledge, I notice that he pulled out binoculars and started looking around my house and driveway. I then took off running to my front door. I quickly unlocked it and ran to the house phone and then called my aunt who just lived a few miles past me. I know that I should have just called the cops, but she was a lot closer to me than they were because we lived pretty far from town out in the country. Anyways, when I called, my little cousin had answered the phone. And at the time it was like three or four. So I'm crying at this point, telling him to put his mom on the phone. And then after a few minutes of this, I then hear honking outside. It was the bus. I dropped the phone and ran as fast as I could to the bus. As I'm getting on crying hysterically, I noticed the man had taken off mere seconds before the bus got there. Well, I told my bus driver everything and he called the cops for me. When I got to school, I met with an Officer who had took my statement. And he told me they would do what they could, but didn't really have much to go on but just a small red car. This was a Friday, so I didn't have to wait on the bus again until Monday. That night I went to go stay at my cousin's for the weekend and we had so much fun that I had just forgotten about it. So skip to that Monday as I'm waiting for the bus. Keep in mind I was by myself yet again. I heard thumping, like from a vehicle with a system in it. So I look to the right and I see that same car turning off a country road that is at the curve. I started freaking out. I ran to the truck again and dug down. He did the same thing and he pulled into the church and just watched my house again. This time I just waited there for the bus. As soon as it arrived, I ran to it. And yet again he drove off right when he saw the bus coming. The bus driver noticed and he told me to just wait inside my house from here on out. And he would honk for me. So that's exactly what I did. Yet every morning he would sit at that church or drive slowly back and forth on the highway. So later on I eventually found out who it was, but I can't even remember how. It was a long time ago. It was actually Jay's friend from the river trip that was being over, friendly and cool towards me. Yeah, the same guy. As time went on, day after day, it started to progress and he would start coming in the afternoons, driving by, looking, and I really hated it. Mainly because I just really loved to go outside and ride my bike or just doing stuff outside with my grandpa. Every time he would drive by, he would always have his music playing really loudly and thumping it. And it seemed to be the same song every time. I guess now would also be a good time to mention that my grandpa was the boss over a bar. So we would be there almost every single night. On Thursdays he would run a big bingo game. And being in a small town, there were a lot of people that attended. So he would always be there until really late as well as on the weekends too. Well, if I ever got in trouble, he would make me stay home alone. But I was okay because we had a gate that locked stating no trespassing, as well as a.22 pistol on top of the refrigerator just in case of a break in. Every night he would drive by and I know this because of that thumping of the same song in his car. This Went on for about seven months, by the way. He was like 18 or 19 years old, maybe even older. My grandpa never believed me though, because he never saw it happen himself. As luck would have it that he would always be out in the backyard inside or tending to all the animals. So after the seven months passed, he had started getting worse. Coming in the middle of the day, waiting until my grandpa left and knowing I was alone. And I could swear that he was full blown in our yard in the middle of the night, because I could hear very faint tapping and scraping on my bedroom window. But I was always too afraid to actually look. He would never ever come to the bar, though. Whenever we were there. I guess he was afraid I would say something and my grandpa would beat him up. It actually got to the point where if I was outside and heard loud thumping, no matter the beat, I would hit the ground and my grandpa would think I was crazy. Even though I told him a million times what was happening. I was so afraid of what he might do to me that I had actually started sleeping in my grandpa's room on the floor. I would also have a neighbor lady come stay with me every morning that my grandpa wouldn't be there to get on the bus. Whenever he was home, though, I would always make him stand with me while I waited. Well, one night, the third year of dealing with this, I was at the bar with my grandpa and a lady he was friends with had needed a babysitter for the night and I volunteered to make some money. We left and picked up her son and daughter and then brought them back to my house. It was still a tad bit daylight outside, like it was dark, but you could still see everything pretty well. I was playing with the kids in the backyard and I had heard that same damn thumping of his system. And I totally had it at this point. I mean, I had smaller children here and I'm all alone. I can't deal with this anymore. So I told the children to get inside now. We went in as fast as we could and turned off every light in the house. And I put the kids in my grandpa's room and told them to stay there and did not come out. I grabbed the gun right off the refrigerator and then walked to the front door window and looked out. As I did, he was in my driveway at the gate, getting out of his car. He started to get out and climb over. Well, I opened the front door and then I immediately yelled at him, I have a gun, you sick freak. And if you step over the gate, I'll kill You. The guy had started laughing and just kept going. So I pulled back the hammer and started firing at his feet. Now, I know I was a child, but I was a damn good shot. And I've been taught how to shoot since I was very little. So where I aimed is where I meant to shoot at. So as I'm firing at his feet, he starts yelling and running back over the gate. And I just kept shooting until he got the damn picture. He didn't bother me again. Fast forward to where I'm 16 years old, and I'm now working at a truck stop subway. One day, he comes in with a woman around his own age, and they're holding hands. They walk up to the counter to order their sandwiches, and I just say, hi, what can I get for you? And as I'm looking, I notice it's him. When I tell you that, my body got chills, it scared the absolute crap out of me. I just pretended not to know who he was. Well, he looks down at my name tag and then says, S. Is that you? Like, the one that lived on the highway to the left? I just replied, yeah. And then he smiled at me so creepily. Well, what I thought was so weird was when he said this. His girlfriend had the most scared look on her face. She genuinely looked so terrified. I don't know what that meant, but she definitely knew something about him and it showed. She looked so sympathetic for me the whole time that I made her sandwich. I also noticed that she seemed a little scared of him. After I made their food, he just looked at me like I was a piece of meat the whole time until they left. Well, Fast forward another two years and I'm now 18 years old. My boyfriend and I are at a bar when he walks in. Now, by this time, I'm now big and grown, and I'm not really afraid of anything at this point. I did get nervous and anxiety a little, but that's just from past trauma. Well, my boyfriend and I are dancing, and he sits at a table just freaking staring at me the entire damn time. Eventually, he gets up and finds someone to dance with and then comes to dance right next to us, all while staring at me. Finally, I had enough. Plus, I was a little drunk. Yes, I was able to drink at the spa at 18. They didn't really care. I grabbed him by a shirt and got real close to his face, telling him, I'm not afraid of you anymore, and I'm damn sure not gonna put up with your creepy kidnapper vibes. You come near me again or so much as look in my direction, I'll grab whatever's around and beat you with it until you can't move anymore. He actually looks so scared, weirdly enough, but I guess he finally knew that I wasn't playing, seeing how I'd already shot at him when I was a kid. I'm happy to say that I haven't seen him since. I just hope whoever's married to that sorry SOB keeps one eye open at all times.
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The story isn't necessarily a horror story, but I guess it is to some. Disclaimer this story is a long string of events that happened over the course of a couple of years. It's not just one moment or time in my life. I'm 20 years old, female, and live in metro Detroit, Michigan. This all started when I was about 15 or 16 when an old high school boyfriend and I had stopped talking. I don't even really consider him an ex because I'm now 20 and we dated for like a year on my freshman year of high school. I was 14. We can call him V. He was always a bit emotionally high strung and mistreated me emotionally and physically a few times. One time he even called me to tell me he was in the bathroom with a knife. He almost hit me with his car on one occasion. Not really relevant, but definitely good to know considering what I'm about to Tell you we broke up in 2020 and it was a mess. I started casually messing around with another guy who we'll call Eric. Not his actual name. V called me one day and he said he saw me with Eric. Freaking out. We were just getting ice cream. After this, V got a job at a fast food place that was like two blocks away from my house. After he got out of work, he would show up at my house during the night and knock on my door with gifts. He often wouldn't leave until I came outside. He was really creepy and stalkerish. After we broke up, I always secretly FaceTimed my friend. If he showed up at my house, he'd say really pushy stuff, like he knew we'd be together again one day, stuff like that. He'd make me hug him and ask me to kiss him and stay outside to keep talking to him. Really weird. He was obsessive. I ended up cutting contact completely and I moved to a different house. Not for this reason, though. I started dating a girl late December 2020. I'd forgotten all about him and I hadn't spoken to him in months. One night, I got a call from one of my best friends and she was really upset and worried. She told me that V showed up outside her house and was demanding to know where I was and wouldn't leave until she told him. He had actually stopped by another friend of mine's house before this and and was leaving everyone gifts. This was years ago, so I don't really remember what happened, but he ended up coming to my new house. I don't remember how he found out where it was. I heard a knock at the door and he waited for me to come outside, but I never did. He had found out about my new girlfriend and he'd left me a letter in my mailbox. He told me that he was leaving to move to a big city far away. It was some sort of farewell. He denied it being a love letter, but he said a lot of weird stuff and it definitely was. He mentioned knowing about my new relationship and he wished me well and told me to treat her well. He's always been really manipulative and creative about finding ways to slither into my life. I ignored the letter, so we moved to New York. I didn't hear from him for a couple of years and it was great. I had let go of all the animosity that I held for him and I really just forgot about everything. We were older now and it was now just a toxic high school relationship. I held nothing against him And I didn't even care what he was up to. Everything after this happened, from May 2023 to just a month ago or so, June 2024. So fast forward to 2023 around May. He must have been visiting back home. I'm still dating the same girl I was dating when he left that letter at my house years earlier. I got a text from him saying that he was back home and was wondering if we could go out and get coffee. I was 18 or 19 at this time, a long time since anything had happened and years since we had talked. He got a girlfriend when he was in New York and he seemed to be doing okay and I figured that he had changed a lot, just like I have. I genuinely thought that he probably just wanted to catch up and maybe just see how I was doing, eliminating any hard feelings or anything. From how we stopped talking. I told him that would be fine. I figured we'd hang out and just say what's up? And then move on with our lives. That would have been cool. As soon as I cordially replied to his text, he had started to sound weird. He told me that he was nervous and he told me where and when to meet him. I don't know why he would be nervous unless he had different intentions than what he was implying to me. I showed him to the coffee house and we caught up and told each other what we had been up to for the past couple of years since we last saw each other. He asked where I was working now and where I was living at the time, and stupidly I told him. He seemed really elated and flirty and it rose up red flags in my head. I knew what he was up to at this point and I was just really casual and platonic with him. He ended up telling me how good I looked and he tried to grab my hand under the table. He told me that he had been thinking about me the whole time and all his friends thought he was crazy. I nicely told him that I had no intention of meeting with him to have relations again or even be friends. I just wanted to be friendly and check up so we could have a good ending. He pretty much told me that I was lying to myself and that there was no way that was true. He wasn't even upset by it. It was like he was completely deluded. I found out that he did a lot of drugs in New York and that he probably fried his brain off of acid. He had become really spiritual and not in a good way, like in a psychosis way. It was awkward the whole time, and it was pretty much just him trying to flirt with me and then me politely rejecting him or pretending he was kidding because I couldn't believe his persistence. I cut the hangout off early, despite his attempt to coerce me into hanging out with him longer. I lied and I told him that I had work very soon. He let me go, but before that he told me that we were gonna hang out the next day. I eventually gave in because he kept pressuring me and it was really awkward. I just wanted him to leave and I thought to myself, there's no way I'm doing this a second time. Not alone. At least my friends and my girlfriend know all about him and his odd behavior and they knew we were hanging out. I told V, but my friends were coming along with me. I took my best friend and girlfriend. My girlfriend and I weren't dating at the time, but we were still talking and we were always very close. She's been my friend since middle school. We went to hang out with him the second day at the park. We all kind of just sat around awkwardly while we climbed trees and acted really erratic and crazy. He was running around and at one point he'd even cut his hand and put his blood on a tree like he was fusing with it. We got the hangout early again and we said we had work. You could tell he was mad. After this, he just kept texting me and asking me to hang out with him again and I would just politely decline. He would text me if he saw me in public and tell me I looked good. I wouldn't give it any attention and I made it pretty clear that I was uncomfortable. He eventually confronted me and he asked why I didn't want to hang out with him and I told him I had been telling him all along that I had no intention of ever becoming friends or lovers with him ever again and that it had been years. I just wanted to give him my good wishes and move on. He didn't take this well and he sent me novels over texts, pretty much trying to gaslight me into continuing to talk to him and invalidating me. He even tried to tell me that he had recently discovered he was bisexual and could have used advice. I eventually told him this was the last time we'd contact each other and that I was done. I had started to ignore his texts. Now I left out that V is also a SoundCloud rapper. After this, he would make multiple songs about me, use my pictures from when we were dating, and would write a song about sexual related Stuff detailing my genitals. By the way, this was when I was a minor. The last time we had relations, I was a minor. Every couple of weeks or so for that whole year, I would get random novels sent to me about him professing his love and pressing me further. I know that I could have blocked him, but I didn't so I could screenshot his messages for evidence in case he actually did something weird. One night I got out of work and his car was in the parking lot staked outside of my work. Thankfully, I work with all of my friends and even my bosses knew all about this creep because he makes the music about me and uses my old pictures. I took a photo of his car but it was hard to see because he was just sitting in the dark. I was always on the lookout after this. Thank God that my girlfriend and I drive together home from work always and that I'm never alone. Thankfully, at this point I had lost my car and moved into my girlfriend's house so he wasn't able to stalk me to the full extent, which I knew that he would have. I contacted him a few times and told him to stop and take my pictures down and that I saw him outside of my work, which of course he denied. I have screenshots of all of the evidence. Another time he had wrote a rapey poem on Instagram. It was really long, but one part was one way or another, we are bound to have this baby. He continued on. It was a really obsessive poem and I knew it was about me because he used my childhood nickname twice. Recently he wrote a song about me called Better Off Dead. This is the most recent. He also made the song cover a picture of my foot when I was literally 14. He said something along the lines of she switches to women. Instead, she ended, bitches who lie. I guess they better off dead, which really scared all my friends. What's also weird about this whole thing is that he had recently got a girlfriend and it doesn't even seem like she cares about any of this. Anyway, this is just a post for awareness that if you ever have someone like this in your life, please tell your family and trustworthy friends any information you can for your own safety and make sure to gather any evidence. I'll be sure to update if anything else weird happens. I'm planning on eventually getting a restraining order. Stay safe everyone. Lights are going up. Excitement all around. It can only mean one thing. McRib is here. People throwing parties, ugly sweaters everywhere. Holiday swag lined up for the best time of the year. It can only mean one thing. McRib is here at participate in McDonald's for a limited time only. Firstly, I'd like to apologize for the length of the story, but it's one that I feel needs to be told and unfortunately it's not over yet. However, it may mean updates for future videos for you to read. The general gist of the story is to be very careful of who you choose to make friends with Late last year I had to make a decision for myself and the decision was to leave an extremely toxic friendship. It wasn't an easy decision to make because the two people I was leaving, if I'm to put this delicately, are the dangerous type, one struggling with addiction issues and the other struggling with mental health. All this I could actually understand. What I couldn't understand was the way they had started treating me. To say that it was getting to a point that I was in fear of my own health would be an understatement. I held no ill will for either of these people. It was simply a time for me to leave them to themselves and to pursue a different path in my own life. The first big red flag came just before I decided to leave, when one of them was trying to lure me to a remote location in the guise of a friendly chat. When that message came through the messenger, my stomach dropped. My skin also started to crawl and I knew that this would be a very bad idea indeed, particularly after I gave the person the option to call me and talk about it on the phone or to message me about the issue that they wanted to discuss. However, that is not how they wanted to do it. They wanted me to travel to a remote location far from my home and meet them there. Needless to say, I was not going to do that. They persisted, telling me where and when I was supposed to meet them. In the end I ended up agreeing just to get the messages to stop. Then the next day, after a stomach churning night, I sent my own message. I gently told this person that I was no longer interested in being friends with them and that I didn't want to go and meet them and I didn't want to have the conversation they had planned. It was time for me to go. The third person in this scenario was actually the friend of the person who was trying to lure me away from the house and wasn't somebody that I was actually friends with myself. They were very much invested in the other person and I didn't feel it was fair for me to keep talking to them. If I was leaving the Other friendship. I sent the message and then I kind of panicked and then I blocked the third party. I was so exhausted by this point. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't want them messaging me, trying to fix things. I didn't want to talk to them at all, particularly when they were a big part of the problem of the friendship falling apart in the first place. I just wanted peace and to be left alone. The message I sent to the friend I wished to end things with was gently worded and wishing them nothing but the best. I just wanted to leave, but I had no ill intention towards them. To say the whole thing was taken in the wrong way would also be an understatement. I sent the message, blocked them both, and then tried to go about my day. I had other friends I was meeting up with that day, so that's what I did. And I tried to get what was going on out of my head. I was out of range of cell service for most of the day. As soon as I was back in range, it started to become clear to me that my letter was not taken in the spirit that it was intended. My phone was going crazy with concerned messages from family and other friends. While I was gone, the recipient of the message had taken screenshots and shared it all over social media, trying to make me look like the bad guy. The second party that I blocked had also been quite busy. They had published a photo of me, but I didn't give them permission to use it and launched a full blown smear campaign against me on social media. Unfortunately, it didn't stop there. They took it upon themselves to message other friends of mine and tell them untrue stories about things I was supposed to have said about them. Then they made threats against me. They were all over social media telling anybody who listened that I was going to get what I deserved. I was feeling stressed and most of all I was feeling scared because it showed very clearly to me that I had no idea exactly what these people were capable of. I was particularly in fear because they both knew where I live and because of the unpredictability, I didn't know if they were going to show up in my house and start terrorizing me in my own home or that they might come into the place where I work and try to threaten me there. Another close friend suggested that I call the police, even if it was just to get advice. The policewoman I spoke to was highly supportive. She was also very honest. She told me that I could take out a restraining order if I wished the problem with that is that she was concerned that it might inflame the problem and as a police officer she told me it's only a piece of paper and that it usually doesn't work. She told me to try and ignore everything, to keep them blocked on my social media as well as my phone, and to try and get on with things. She also said that if they did happen to show up anywhere, they shouldn't be to call the police because they made a note of what's going on and that they would come straight away after this. A few weeks went by and things got quiet and I thought maybe because they had aired their grievances all over social media that they had gotten it out of their system. I was wrong. Nearly five months had gone by. The friends who had been recipients of the two's poison pen messages knew me well enough to know that it was all fabricated. They gave me a lot of support and helped me get on with my life. In April, I took a trip with another couple of friends which afforded me the opportunity to catch up with another friend who lived in the area where we were visiting. She had also been a mutual friend of the other pair and had seen everything that had gone on in the five months prior. We were having a dinner and she accidentally informed me that one of them had gone on a drunken bender, filmed it all and put it on Facebook. In this video, my ex friend had been almost blackout drunk and mouthing off about me as I had kept them blocked and stayed away from them. I was totally oblivious to this news. I was being told it hadn't impressed my friend and she had also blocked and moved away from them too. It was after this that more information began to trickle in of things that I didn't even know had been going on. In March, I had the pleasure of taking one of my most amazing friends out for a birthday lunch. We went to her favorite restaurant for lunch and a little shopping afterwards. It had been a wonderful day and then a fairly serious storm had blown in. On the way home I had to drop my friend off quickly so that she could make a run for her front door and then get inside out of the rain. Recently, we were talking about that day and she revealed to me that more shenanigans had gone on that she had totally forgotten to tell me about. The third party who had published my photo and said the ugliest things about me she could think of in that Facebook post of not so long ago had randomly messaged my friend friend on her birthday. She had been trying to get information from her. What was she doing for her birthday? Can she take her out for a coffee? My friend actually wasn't sure who was messaging her at first because the person was merely an acquaintance met through the first party who had gotten creative with her drunken video. My friend had no interest in this person and told her, no, I have other plans for today, but thank you. Then my friend also told me that as she was running through the rain to get to her front door, there was a bag on the doorstep. Inside the bag were gifts from this person who had tried to ruin my life. When I left the friendship and still appeared to be lurking in the periphery, my friend, being a stellar person, politely thanked them for the random gifts and then things went quiet again. Or so I thought. It was getting towards winter and winter is never a good time for me. I always end up getting horribly sick. So also in March, I had gone with my mother to receive my autumn winter shots to hopefully prevent getting sick that year. Afterwards, my mother and I randomly decided to meet up with my friend for a coffee and to chat. We were parking the car when I had noticed something that didn't belong. We saw my friend on the street returning from the post office. That was fine. What wasn't fine was the random gifter and Facebook author following her down the street. I watched my friend go into a shop with someone I was beginning to realize was becoming my stalker. Following her into the shop, I almost had a panic attack right there. I couldn't move and I didn't want to get out of the car. My mother, on the other hand, is made of sterner stuff. She got out of the car, walked across the road, and walked slowly past the door of the shop. My friend was in there trying to make a purchase while also trying to back away from who was fastly becoming our stalker. My mother said that she could hear said stalker quizzing my friend on what she had done for her birthday. Where had she gone? Who was she with? What did she do? My mom heard my friend say something about having a chill day for her birthday and then she got the hell out of there. But that wasn't where it stopped either. My mother went down to the cafe that we were going to go to get us some coffee. To go. She knew that I wasn't up for socializing now and that we would just take our coffees and go home. Inside this same building was an actual boutique that I was working at every Friday. My mom was in the coffee shop getting our orders and when she came out, the Stalker was hanging around outside. We went home and had our coffees and tried to forget that we had even seen her. Come Friday, when I arrived for work, my friend that I worked with informed me that my other friend had come in to look at some clothes and that the stalker had followed her in. Then my friend left to go get on with her day. The stalker, however, did not leave the shop. She lingered around trying to listen in on conversations that my friend, who owned the shop, was having with other people. My friend believed it was to see if my name was mentioned. Soon enough, she grew bored and left. After this, things seemed to go quiet again and this time I thought that maybe the two of them were bored of following me around and trying to turn my other friends against me and were doing the right thing and finally getting on with their own lives. I was wrong yet again. The boutique I had been working in ended up closing down. My friend had a difference of opinion with the owner of the building and just decided to leave. My amazing friend that I had shared the birthday with had a business of her own that she runs with her husband. I was out of a job and they were looking for an intern to help them on the weekends. My mother and I were having tea with her in the afternoon and she asked me if I would like the job. As I was at a loose end now, I jumped at the chance and I was now employed once again. My friend and her husband were very excited to have me on their team. Their business is very popular in our local area and they wanted to announce that they had taken me on as a team member. This was all great until the next thing happened. The very afternoon that I was given the job, my mother and I were picking up some prescriptions for her from a local pharmacy. As we left the pharmacy to get into the car to go home, much to my horror, I found the Facebook author parked right beside my car. She was in the car and she had the other ex friend with her. I felt my mouth dry up and my stomach drop. I decided to pretend that the sun was in my eyes and just acted like I hadn't seen them. But my mother looked squarely at them. Once they knew they had been seen, they put the pedal to the metal and tore out of there, honking the horn and yelling out the window at me, something that I couldn't understand. Slightly shaken, we got into the car and I dropped my mother off at her house and continued home to mine. Later that evening, my friends, excited with the prospect of working with me, shared a lovely welcome post on Facebook announcing that they had found an intern to help them over the weekend and that it was me. All of our friends were congratulating me and saying how wonderful everything was and it was also very positive as I still had the other two blocked. I had no idea of the chaos that was erupting as I was flickering on a movie and getting ready to go to sleep. My friends messaged me the following morning asking me to please come to work for some light training, to pick up a gift they had gotten me and to pick up my keys. When I got there, my friend said to me, well, we had a very eventful night last night. Fearing something may have happened to one of their family members, I asked what happened. It was then that my friend told me that the two ex friends had tried to ruin my new job and basically my life. The Facebook author decided that it might be a fun thing to do to denigrate me and then slander me all over their Facebook business posts. As you can imagine, this did not go down well with my new employers who were also my close friends. My friend's husband basically tore them both a new one and he told them to politely go you know where and to stop and to stop slandering a member of his staff. He then blocked him and got on with his knife. You would think it would end there. It didn't. The two of them then decided to take screenshots of what my friend's husband had said to them and to make a group chat with my friend and send her the screenshots. They also decided that it would be a fun idea to tell her a bunch of lies about me that could never be true, all in order to ruin my life and to ruin my new job prospect. They failed miserably. As I said before, this friend is a stellar human being who doesn't listen to gossip and does not base her opinions of people by what other people say about them. She told them both all of this and then went on to block them herself. You would think this would be enough to finally make them stop. It wasn't. Another friend then provided me with a few screenshots. The Facebook author was up to her old tricks yet again. She had gone on Facebook with a whiny, self pitying post blaming everybody but herself for what had transpired the night before. She went as far as to call me a villain and saying that I was going to get what I deserved. During my friend telling me about what happened the night before, she had also told me some more news that I didn't know the Facebook author had been randomly showing up at their place of work trying to get my friend to have a coffee with her so that she could bitch about me to my friend and try and turn her against me. My friend also said that she believed that this person is suffering from an extreme mental illness. While she could take pity on her, she didn't want her for a friend and didn't have any interest in her. In the following days of all this, there have been more posts made on social media, but I've chosen to ignore them. I went to work for my friends and had a brilliant first couple of days. It seems things have gone quiet again for now and I'm really hoping this is where it ends. However, my gut seems to be in disagreement. I guess time will tell. If anything else happens or there are any more updates, I'll be sure to let you guys know. To say that I should have trusted my gut when I first met these two people again is another understatement. I had that faint vibe that something just wasn't quite right about them both, and if I had trusted that intuition in the very beginning, maybe all of this could have been avoided. I'll end the story with Be very careful of who you allow into your inner circle who you choose to trust, because not everybody is your friend.
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Keep in mind I'm a 26 year old female who is pansexual. This happened when I was 23, so it begins back in 2021 in September I was working at Dunkin Donuts and I was there for about three days. This will be irrelevant soon. My first day on this shift. The coworkers I was working with kept telling me that the manager was really weird and mean to everyone. Let's give her the nickname Leslie. I was told that Leslie was running late that day, but to meet up with her when she comes in to start my first day. She shows up finally a couple of hours into my shift and she approached me and asked me to meet her in her office. I had a gut feeling that something was off, but just said, I'll see you in there, and then followed behind her and went into her office. She came in and closed the door behind her and I was standing towards the back corner. She had started asking me questions related to the job and just asking general questions, like if I was enjoying my first day. Then it started turning weird when she stated that she saw somewhere that I'm openly pansexual. I didn't think a lot of it other than it was weird because I do have a public insta, which at the time did state I was pansexual. I answered that yes, I am, but what does that have to do with the actual job? She continues to say that it doesn't, but that I was really pretty and was wondering if I wanted to catch dinner after my shift. I gently and respectfully declined because I have a partner. She continues to try and push on going on a date with her, to which I just gently said no yet again. I then just told her I was ready to go back out to work, so I did. She continues to get really close to me and stare at me the whole rest of my shift. So after my shift I went home and I had noticed some of my things were missing from my room and that some of my things had been moved around. So I asked my fiance if they had moved some of my stuff or had accidentally thrown away some of it. They said they didn't because they had just come home from work. I was living with my mom and grandmother at the time and I asked them if they did and they said they didn't. But Leslie had shown up there asking for me, but they said that I was already at work and was waiting for her and that they had invited her in. I went back to work the next day and asked her about it, and she showed me the items that were missing from my room and gave them back. I told her to never ever show up to my private residence again, that she was really crossing a line, that the next time she does, I'll be calling the cops. Fast forward to my final day at work. Leslie kept trying to get me to go out with her, and then I finally got firm and said, I'm not interested and I never will be. She tried to kiss me, so I pulled her off. Then saying, what the hell's your problem? She told me that she's been crazy about me since the first moment she saw me and how I used to be a frequent customer along with my fiance, and that she's remembered me. She continues to say that she's the only one that can love me. I interrupted her and said that I quit and that I'm turning everything over to the police. I got home and told my fiance everything. And right at that time, my mom and fiance and I had heard a loud noise coming from outside. We got our dogs and went outside, but we didn't see anything. So we went out to this fenced in area and we said, whoever is out there needs to leave or our dogs will bite them. Keep in mind we had them trained as service dogs. And they're also very protective, so they know commands on when to strike. Right at that time, we then saw Leslie running to her car to leave. We then called the police immediately and reported it. The police arrived and we told them everything and no joke. Right at that time, we saw her car pass by and I then yelled to the police that that's her. One officer got in his car and went after her and the other one stayed with us just in case she came back. Well, they ended up catching her. And I found out that she wasn't who she said she was. She had apparently been stalking not only me, but multiple other women. I never heard or saw her again after that and I quit that job. My fiance and I have since moved and my grandmother has since passed away. My mom has also moved near my fiance and I. I don't really know what all has happened to Leslie, but I do know she got arrested for a period of time. I'm not really sure how long she got though, as I haven't been keeping tabs on her. I just really hope that she got some serious help. She really needs it.
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