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This was about five years ago when I was 11. I remember I was on my way home from school. It was a little late because my train had gotten delayed about two times, but honestly it didn't bother me. It was Friday and I had nothing to do. As I got home I had received a text from my angry mother. I had no clue why she was mad, but she was texting me some crazy nonsense and somehow put the blame on me and proceeded to end the text with I'm not cooking. I left $70 on your desk. Go buy something to eat and drink. So that's exactly what I did. By the time I got home I changed my clothes, went outside and walked to a gas station which was only about half a mile away from me. I've always walked at this gas station either by myself, with my older brother or with another guardian. So honestly I thought it would be no big deal to go by myself because I was always so hyper vigilant about my surroundings. Since I was diagnosed with PTSD at a very young age, it made me extremely hyper aware. As I got to the store I saw this man inside the walk in fridge where there was just a crap ton of beer and as I was walking around the store to get some snacks I noticed him staring at me a couple of times. It felt like I needed to be more aware but I brushed it off just thinking he was making sure I wasn't doing anything dumb. But I was wrong as I was paying for the stuff at the counter. After being there for like 30 minutes, the same man was just standing next to me. It was at this point where I got scared. The man stood tall, he looked a bit muscular and his eyes were visibly dark. It was terrifying. As my stuff was getting put in the bag and as the pizza was done, I had picked up my pizza and left. But then the man decides to have a conversation with me. He greets me with a hello, I greet him with a very clear and shaky hi and he started to ask me questions like how old are you? I replied back with my age stating that I'm only 11. I had tried walking some other way around, but he keeps stopping me in my tracks and I was just thinking of all the terrible possibilities if I screamed ren or let alone hit him with my bare hands for him to leave me alone. As I stated my age, I had noticed his eyes widened even more and he proceeded to look me up and down where he then asked what kind of alcohol do you like? I stayed quiet and I told him I don't drink unless it's a special occasion and he started asking me even more alarming questions like did you know that you can live without a kidney? At this point I had to play dumb for a bit and I just replied back with no, but that's nice. Actually, it got to a point where he'd started asking me if he can give me a ride home and I declined his offer more than 20 times. He eventually gave up, left me alone, all agitated and I speed walked home. It wasn't until the following year I saw him again at the mall and I nearly pissed myself. I refuse to go to that mall now because I don't ever want to bump into him again. This is a completely true story and it just happened an hour ago. For context, my wife and I are on vacation in Mexico. We both honestly are loving it here and the situation doesn't change that, but I am re evaluating security. My wife and I went out to dinner and walked back to our hotel. We get inside our room, we're setting things down, etc. A few minutes go by and there's a knock at the door. A man quietly says something in Spanish in an inflection that's trying to get our attention. Thank room service or something. My wife looks at me wondering who would be at the door. At this point I should clarify that we did have the do not disturb tag on the door. A few seconds go by and there's another knock at the door. My wife signals for me to go to the door and so I go over. At this point we've made no sounds for probably a minute before endearing the knocks. Just as I reached the door, the keycard unlocked the door and it opened. A dirty looking man had just opened the door and was about 2ft away from my face. I put my hand on the door to prevent it from opening any further. I think he was just as surprised as I was. He starts speaking Spanish and I hear the word wifi somewhere in there. I then say no hablo spanol and broken English. He tries to ask if the WI fi is down. My wife says it's not. I'm kind of just shell shocked by what just happened and I keep my hand on the door as he talks and eventually leaves. I shut the door and engage the physical lock this time. I usually do this, but we had just walked in and wanted to set stuff down. I talk with my wife and we try to gather our thoughts about what just happened. Essentially a man knocked, got no reply and then he let himself in and asked about the WI fi. No, this was a clear burglary attempt and he had a master keycard and thought we weren't home. A minute or two later after this went down and we've collected ourselves and then understood what just occurred. I passed this information to the front desk just in case this guy attempts the other doors as well. They seem to take it seriously. No updates beyond that. The fact that this just happened has my mind kind of blown and I don't know if I fully processed it yet. Like what if we were back 30 minutes later? Probably would have lost some stuff. 5 minutes later we walk in on a guy in our hotel room. What if we went to bed earlier tonight? Could have been asleep. The AC is loud and I don't know if I would have heard the door knocking through my sleep if it was going to go down. Surely the way it did was optimal, but those ifs are crazy. I'll definitely be storing our valuables in the safe now. Should have done this too, but we just recently got here. Lesson learned. In the future, stuff is going to immediately be in the safe and the lock is getting immediately engaged. Hey guys. So a creepy situation happened to me a while ago. Just for context. I live in Germany and I'm 23 now, but I was 20 years old at the time. Now to the story. I was on my way home from a party in the city. Since I'd been drinking, I took the tram. Unfortunately, I had to get off at a stop because the tram only went that far, about three stops from my actual destination. Since it was dark around 1 or 2am and I didn't feel like walking through a forest, I decided to wait 45 minutes for the next tram. There were a few houses nearby, a swimming pool and the forest. At the tram stop, no one was around. Then a woman approached me, around 50 years old, with a backpack. She seemed quite confused, but not threatening. She was wearing slightly ripped jeans and shoes. She randomly asked me what my name was. I told her it was Tom, a fake name. She asked if I was also taking the tram and I said yes. Then, out of nowhere, she sat down on the ground and had started telling me this story, warning me to be careful. She said that she'd had problems with some Bulgarians involved in pimping, etc. It was so random I couldn't really process it. She seemed drunk and she also gave off the vibe that she might have a mental illness. Still, I felt like she needed someone to talk to, and people like that can be unpredictable. So I listened, even though it didn't feel right. She kept talking about her daughter and her son, and then later claimed she didn't even have a son, even though I had asked her how old he was. She kept circling back to the Bulgarians like it was some kind of obsession or tic. She mentioned her daughter was a prostitute and that she didn't want that for her, and she repeated that a lot. She asked if I had a girlfriend, but before I could answer, she immediately switched back to talking about her daughter again. This went on for about 25, 30 minutes, until she asked me if I had a cigarette. I said no, and she said that maybe she's still handsome. She started shaking out her backpack and tissues and chains came out. And then suddenly a knife fell right out of the bag. It was kind of like a small dagger. I was shocked and froze a bit. She kept looking for the cigarettes, all while I was thinking, crap, this is getting way too creepy. The fact that she seemed mentally unstable didn't help at all. She didn't find any cigarettes, just sat back down on the ground and just said, well, I guess we're not smoking. Then the knife was laying on the ground the whole time, and I tried my best to ignore it. My instinct was to run, but I didn't think that would be a good idea. I didn't know what might happen if I tried. So I stayed calm and kept the conversation going, asking her random questions she didn't really answer directly, just kept rambling. Eventually she gathered her stuff and picked up the knife. She asked me if I thought it was cool or something. I just said yeah, it's cool I guess, or something like that. I had no idea what else to say. Then she said a sentence I'll never forget. I only used it for the Bulgarian no one touches my daughter. She said it in a serious tone and then she laughed and said it was a joke. I kind of forced a fake laugh, but by then I was just way too creeped out. Thank God the tram arrived shortly after. My goal was to sit at the very front near the drive route just in case anything happened. But out of nowhere she decided to not get on the tram. No idea why. She stood up, said goodbye to me, and just told me to stay the way I am. When the tram doors opened and I quickly got in, she waved at me and then she disappeared behind a hedge. When I got home, I thought about it a few more times. She definitely had some sort of mental illness, but at the same time she was kind to me. Kind of like she had two personalities. Sometimes serious, sometimes nice. I still don't know what the deal with the Bulgarian was. Maybe he didn't even exist. Maybe she lost her daughter and made this whole story up as a way of coping. Or maybe her daughter really was trapped in prostitution and she was planning something. I never saw that woman again. And that's probably for the best.
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I'm going to abstain from giving too much information because this stalker scares the crap out of me. Thankfully he doesn't read English, so I hope he'll never find this post. Years ago I moved to follow my boyfriend and to do a PhD in his country. I won't name the place, but it's an across the ocean type of deal. At first I was very excited. It was a wonderful adventure. Until it wasn't. It's hard to describe the complexity of what I felt. I felt alone, misunderstood, far from my family and friends, and even though my boyfriend is wonderful, I really felt the weight of not finding any human connection. This could explain why I acted so weird and disconnected from reality in the following story. I'm also a very naive woman and I like to see the best in the people around me. This has been problematic more than a few times, but this story is maybe the worst example where this candid attitude got me My boyfriend and I are into bdsm. We do it alone, on our own and we do not participate in events or anything. I do have an account on a known BDSM website. I go there to find new ideas for our sessions and I sometimes but rarely post pictures. No face, no tattoos, and I often wear wigs. I get contacted by interested doms every once in a while, even though I clearly state that I'm not free. Usually they send copy paste messages so I just ignore them. Once in a while though, I'd get a more personal message and make an effort to answer that I'm not interested and that I'm in a relationship. This is how my discussion with Nick started. He didn't approach me with a will you be my sub? But with curiosity about how I got into bdsm, stating that he was quite new to the domain and he was really interested in understanding the way of life. So I gladly explained. Explanations turned into discussions. He told me that he was in the police and that he was investigating drug cartels. He also told me that he was married and that he had kids. Interestingly, we had a lot of hobbies in common. A lot. I won't go into the details about those hobbies, but they're kind of specific. Feeling very lonely combined with the fact that I felt I could trust him because he was married and had kids. I accepted his invitation to start texting on WhatsApp. I want to be clear here. My boyfriend knew about this from day one. Plus we had been talking on this website for almost three months before switching over to WhatsApp. He was very friendly and very interested by my day to day life. He'd share pictures of his kids and of investigations he was working on. This went on for another three months. Then one day he told me that he had to interview a suspect close to the town where I lived and he asked if we could meet for coffee. I agreed and we met for the first time. Before anyone panics, my boyfriend was hiking with a few friends for a few weeks. I texted him, but he didn't have signal. Plus, we have a very trusting relationship. He has a lot of girlfriends. And back in my country, I also hung out with a lot of boys. This isn't weird for us. Back to the first encounter, it felt as if we had known each other for years. We had a great time from the beginning and I was so happy I'd found a friend far from my country. He knew that I loved reading thrillers and enjoyed murder investigation videos. So he showed me his gear, handcuffs, sampling kits for small investigations, other restraints, etc. It didn't really feel weird at the moment, but afterwards I kind of understood. This could have been a way for him to show off what he could do. However, as the night went on, after grabbing drinks from a nearby bar, he forced me against a wall and kissed me. I was shocked, really, and barely managed to push him off me. I told him that it was inappropriate and that he was married and I was in a relationship. He was really sorry and felt ashamed. He told me that he felt there was something between us and I was like, yeah, it's called friendship, buddy. I was disappointed and we parted ways. Days later, after he apologized over and over again, he called me to meet up. He wanted to take me for a ride in his hometown. It's a pretty place, he's got a bike, and he wants me to enjoy the scenery in this country that I barely know. I agree. It's his hometown, he works there. He lives there with his wife and kids. Surely I'll be safe. In short, I wasn't. Again, he kissed me, tried to push for more. Right in the middle of a park. A park where he brought his children to play on weekends. So I told him to bring me back to the bus station so I could leave. He did. And then he proceeded to tell me a story about how he had recently got a drug seller out of hiding by modifying text messages. Sent by his girlfriend. He basically made him believe that she was cheating on him to get him to confront her. And then he arrested him. I don't actually know if it's true. I don't know if it's possible due to what had just happened. What I heard was, I can make your boyfriend believe you're cheating on him. And my boyfriend was still on his hike by that time. We did talk once every few days, and I told him everything from the moment he had some cell signal. Meanwhile, I was confronting Nick all about that. His behavior was really strange. As he went from I'm sorry, I think I'm in love with you to if you tell the cops, who do you think they'll believe? Their colleague or an immigrant? I got really scared and had tried to cool things down with them. I just felt that he could go crazy at any moment. He clearly wasn't used to girls refusing him. At that point, I thought it would be safer for me and my boyfriend to maintain contact with Nick, albeit with less enthusiasm than before. But after understanding how obsessed he was, I blocked him from all platforms where he knew I had an account. But he found me. He sent me my address, asking if I loved living in that particular part of town. I never gave him my address. I guess he could pull some strings at the station to get my info. He even came to visit me at my job. I was so scared. I just played it off as if everything was okay. I told him that my boyfriend wanted me to cut ties with him because he was angry about what had happened, which was true, But I also wanted him out of my life. I didn't know how he would react if I told him. However, Nick insisted that I loved him, that I could be his mistress, that my boyfriend didn't even have to know. He was obsessed with me and he didn't even hide it anymore. He told me how he wanted to have sex with me, how we'd be a great couple, how we'd father our kids. He went from I'll be great husband material to serial rapist in a matter of seconds. I refused him again and again, blocking him, changing my accounts, etc. I got pretty scared when I got calls from unknown numbers. I was terrified when I saw anyone slowing down on a motorcycle close to my apartment. I was wary of going outside and going to my job. The quarantine was welcomed for me, really. And I didn't get any news from him for months. And then I broke my cell phone. I knew that I could transfer all my numbers from one phone to the other, but I didn't know it would unblock previously blocked numbers. Days later, I got a message from him. He told me that he had divorced his wife, that he still loved me, and that he wanted to marry me. He apologized for making me believe that I was only mistress material and that I was worth so much more than that. He said my boyfriend didn't love me, that I deserved better, and that he was waiting for me. When he saw that I saw his message, he said finally, I thought you'd never unblock me. Does this mean that he had been sending this message over and over again in hopes that I'd finally see it? That narcissistic man used all the manipulation tactics that he knew. He had told me before we met in person how he had learned those skills to toy with criminals, to have them tell the truth and admit to crimes. Fortunately for me, I had dated manipulative men before and I knew the signs. Basically, he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. He was attractive, rich and interesting and he knew that. I blocked him again and we moved a few months later. I just hope he doesn't get his hand on this information. I believe Nick's last move was trying to hack into my Instagram as I got a notification that someone from his hometown had tried to connect to my account. So obsessed cop who chased after me for over a year. I hope I never hear from you again.
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When I was 18, I was living in a small town. I was friends with the ratty skaters around and they helped connect with this dude who sold weed. He was 29 I think at the time and he gave me pretty good deals and lived nearby. I wasn't driving at the time so this was convenient for me. His name was Max. Max has always struck me as a weird dude, but I honestly quite liked his weirdness. Not in a romantic way or anything, but I like weird people. I guess we had normal weed buying interactions that never lasted more than like 10 minutes. Buy some weed, made me smoke a bowl and that's it. He'd often tell me that he could drop it off at my house, but I never let him because as I said before, he was weird. I wasn't afraid of him, but was definitely aware that he and his offers to deliver were weird. One day in May 2018, I was invited to a bonfire by the same ratty skaters that introduced me to this guy. I had no idea he'd be there, nor was it important to me at all. I brought the guy that I was dating at the time too. I said hey to everyone, including Max. We stayed for a couple of hours and some of them played some music on their guitars. Nearing the time I was leaving the bonfire around 11pm, Max was getting upset about something and then he threw his guitar in the bonfire. I didn't know what he was angry or upset about and and paid no mind to it. This happened as I was leaving with the guy I was dating. I went to bed and woke up to loads of paragraphs of crazy texts from max ranging from 1am all the way to 5am Like a constant stream of texts stating things such as, you know how much I loved you. You're a cruel bitch. He would go back and forth between saying I would give you the world if you let me and you really do deserve him though. He said really scary things like you're a predator and you should be snubbed out. Just wait with a smiley face you are stuck. I will either love you or hate you to the fullest extent. My powers Behold, right now, I prey the worst death on you and that little bitch that you're dating. To top it all off, he then said, losing you is like losing a mother to me. And he told me to tell him that I never loved him and that I wouldn't hear from him again if I did. So that's what I did. I said, yeah, I never loved you. Do not message me again. And I left it at that. I didn't get a response, nor did I care to get one. Max had never expressed any romantic interest, asked me out or anything. This was all out of nowhere, and he was 11 years older than me. I was barely 18. That night he cut his long hair off and had posted photos naked on Facebook, curled up in a fetal position, talking about being a statue of shame. It's as if he had a breakdown, but I had no intention of causing that and didn't think I would even offend anyone by bringing the guy I was seeing. Everyone else seemed to like the guy who I brought about. A week later, Meggs had texted me pretty late at night and he asked if I had seen the flowers that he spread along my sidewalk, saying that he stole every flower in the vicinity of my neighborhood that night. I asked how he knew where I lived and said that I hadn't seen the flowers, so he must have had the wrong house. I also told him that he shouldn't do that, as I never felt anything for him and so on. He told me that he had heard I lived on the same block as another one of the skater guys that we were both friends with, and he wasn't wrong. The skater guy that I lived near was on the other side of the block, and I never walked that way, so I never saw the flowers. I blocked his number and didn't hear from him again for weeks. Weeks later, I woke up after a rough night and there were loads of flowers on the sidewalk right outside of my house, along with a little bouquet at the top of my walkway. I was pissed. I wasn't scared yet. And stupidly, I unblocked his number and texted him, asking him why the hell there were flowers outside of my house. This confirmed that this indeed was where I lived. I still to this day feel so stupid for texting him and making it known that after weeks he had found my house. He responded back saying, hmm, sounds nice. Twas me. I bitched him out basically and blocked his number again. About a week later, I was out of town and my roommate texted me a photo of a harp with a peace sign inside of it and my name written under it, drawn in chalk outside of our house. When I got back into town, I went to the courthouse and began the process of getting a stalking order against him. When I left the courthouse, I went to Max's work and told him that he really needed to stop this behavior and that he was stalking me. He looked me in the eyes with no facial expression and said, if you don't leave, I'm calling the cops. I got angry and said loudly, go ahead, call the cops. I was just talking to them about you. And then left his work in a rage. Soon after this, I began driving again. I once drove by him and he noticed it was me. The next day, I woke up with my car covered in flowers. I presented my case to the judge and she put the stalking order in place. He was served with it by police officers, and I thought that was that and that he wouldn't be bothering me again. I was wrong. After the stocking order was served, he had made several other chalk messages on my sidewalk, left random gifts for me like chalk, and he beheaded my little pony heads on beer bottles. I always brought these things to the police station, but they said that I needed to catch him doing it, take a photo or get a security camera. So I got a security camera and really hoped I would catch him. It turned out my security camera was stupid and I couldn't just watch the videos it took, but had to skim through second by second by hand. It was an impossible task. I was absolutely terrified of leaving my house at night. At this point, I never had my curtains open anymore, and I was so frustrated that my livelihood was being taken away from me. Ultimately, I unblocked his number in hopes that he would text me directly, violating the stalking order. And after a few days, it worked. He sent me a weird text saying something like, forgive me, we are charming. This is harming. Let us try again. By now, it's September 2018 and he finally goes to jail. He's facing up to a year in jail and he has to stay there until our court date. I finally started calming down. I'm able to go outside at night now, even if just to get in my car. I also have my curtains open sometimes. I'm starting to feel alive again. Right when I started feeling secure in my small town life again, Someone posted bail and he was released after only three months in jail. And I went right back to living in fear. We still had court dates coming up, and I was optimistic that he would serve more time for ruining my life for so long. His lawyer kept pushing the court date back to gather evidence and after about six months of pushing it back, the state decided that he wouldn't do anything more and basically close the case. I had moved out of town three hours away at this point, so he didn't actually have an option to continue this behavior. Living in this new place, I really feel safe. I can walk at night and I don't have to have my curtains closed all the time now. It's been over a year since they decided to close the case. About a month ago he began responding to my friend's Instagram stories. Friends that live here in this new town, telling them how fond he is of me, etc. I have always had him blocked, but my Instagram isn't private so he must have found them that way. I have since changed my account to private and he hasn't messaged any more friends of mine since. I refuse to be fearful now of the way I was then. He will never find where I live or where I work now. However, my life is forever changed after this experience. I will always be more aware of people and their weird energy. I will always close my curtains early in the evening and make sure that all of the windows and doors are locked. I will always live a little bit in fear. Maybe not of him, but of it happening again. He ruined my life for a year and I truly wish he had gotten that time in jail. He deserves it. So I've been watching a couple of spooky camping trips on YouTube and it made me think of one of the most bizarre events happening to me. One night around 12.30am, I decided to walk up to my local pond. They call it a pond, but it's about as large as a small lake. I'd assume completely surrounded by forestry on one side and a footpath on another. On the side with the footpath every 50 to 100 meters you have large downhill muddy dips that lead to a wooden bank where people can relax or fish on the water. So on this evening I go down there to get out of the house for some peace of mind after a couple of drinks. As I approach the park area, there is a huge narrow corridor of trees and bushes that arch over which is where the streetlights stop as you go on. Now it was pitch black, so I turned on my phone flashlight and I used it to walk the rest of the way to the spot on the banks. After about 20 seconds of walking, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see this hooded figure with what looked to be a dark morph suit completely cloaking his appearance. He was walking pretty quickly so I picked up my pace, really alarmed at this person coming from Nowhere and after 30 or so seconds of walking without looking back, I turned around and they were gone. So I go and sit on the bank, leave my brother some voice notes telling him what had happened and he just finds it amusing but says to be careful. I sit there trying to relax and do so for about 15 minutes before giving up. As I make my way back again, scanning the road to see where I'm going, the same figure comes out from the darkness and walks straight toward me. At this point I'm ready to fight, so I walk right toward them and stare at them as I thought, full dark morph suit or mask with completely black attire and hood. They just walk right past me. Why were they there in that suit? Why did they leave at exactly the same time I did? Why were they walking at pace behind me and following me as I entered the dark? Does anyone out there have a similar experience? Who the hell walks around in the pitch black wearing an all black bodysuit? This happened about a year or so ago, but I just read something fairly similar and it reminds me how it still gives me the chills. I have three kids who are around 9, 7 and 2 at the time and also living with my husband. We live fairly rural in the uk, just on the outside of a small village. Every night I always check the door is locked and sometimes even put the chain across as well. This night we were woken up very abruptly by a very harsh banging on the front door. At first I thought it was just someone drunk thinking it was their house or something, but they had started trying to turn the handle. My husband wasn't near the door and I stood on the stairs with my phone in case I needed to call someone. My husband told the man that he had kids in here that was sleeping and to go away right now. The man had started rambling and slightly slurring. It wasn't extreme slurring, but his voice wasn't quite right. Seemed pretty clear he was either on something or mentally unwell. He kept asking for a certain woman's name and my husband told him that there was no woman with that name here and to go away right now. The man kept saying we were hiding her and he was coming in. During this period there were a lot of very strange sounds coming from behind the door, thumping, scratching, and another sound that I couldn't quite place. My husband then told him that I had called the police. He did a few more frantic thumps. Then he left because we heard nothing else after that. We heard nothing else like him attempting this with the neighbors either. For a few hours I waited in case he came back. I had a tennis racket that I'd used if I had to, but luckily it didn't come to that. In the morning, as it was a weekend day, I decided to check outside and honestly I did feel a little ill. There was a massive dent in the door, which I thought surely a fist alone wouldn't have cost. Then on the door and the panels near the door were fingernail marks and blood. It wasn't a massive amount, but enough that it needed to be washed off. Took pictures first though. Between the door and where the bins were was a smashed ashtray, also with blood on it and lots of pieces. One of the outdoor plants had also been tipped out, so planted soil all over the floor. My best guess is he tried to smash with the ashtray and cut himself, but that's merely speculation. My blood ran cold. How clearly aggressive this man was and we have absolutely no reason to be targeted. We told our neighbors who were also absolutely horrified. They said that they thought they heard something but thought it was just a drunk. When we mentioned the woman's name, the neighbor then said, oh gosh, that's who used to live where y'all do now. She used to be into drugs and a few shady people in. The neighbor reckons that maybe one of her old drug taking companions was searching for her. Even now there have been a few incidents in her house where police have been called, but I'm not sure what for. We now have a video doorbell system and alarms fitted, so at least now a button goes straight to a security system that if you don't answer will send the authorities. It didn't end in any danger, but it so easily could have, and that's scary as hell.
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This past Monday, my coworkers and I returned to our hotel from a day out of work in the field. Rebecca and I walked to our rooms, and as we stood outside of our rooms, I opened mine and saw someone in the bathroom. I said, hello. Nobody answered. My first instinct was that it was a cleaning lady in there for some reason. And then I saw my bag with my clothes in her hands. I said to my coworker, there's a woman in my room. Then I asked the woman, what are you doing with my stuff? It gets a little fuzzy here because I can't remember everything I said and what she said. But she kept mumbling about how her key had still worked, how it still worked, and that's how she got in. I was in shock, and she was obviously very flustered, having been caught mid robbery. She dropped my bags and fumbled around with her purse and a white plastic bag. By this time, my co worker was behind me watching all of the insanity unfold. This woman was scrambling and was walking towards the door. And I then said, what's in the bag? Thinking, it's probably my stuff. So she said, no, no, it's just my things. I'll show you. And so she did. I looked and I didn't see anything of mine. And so since I'm obviously in shock at this time, I let her leave. I went into my room and it was ransacked. I did a quick look around to see if anything had been taken. All of my electronics were still there. Then I went into the bathroom and I saw my underwear, my bikini, and my clothes shoved into my own bags randomly. Even my passport was shoved in there. Then I looked on the counter and I saw that she got into my medication. I'm not sure what was going through my head at that moment other than I wanted it back. So I ran out the door to go find her. I ran to the laundry room downstairs and out to the sides of the hotel, and I didn't see her. I realized I was never going to find her. So my co worker and I went down to the lobby to tell them what happened. Then we called the police. We went back to my room to wait, and I noticed that there's a metal bat on my bed, a little larger than one of those novelty wooden bats you can get at a baseball game, but there's also a flashlight on the end of it. She must have left it behind in her Hurry. She also left behind a necklace that must have fallen out of her bag when she was scrambling with mine. I was mostly freaking out at this point because I thought she had gotten away with my medication, which I ran really need. The police got there and took our statements and looked around the room as well. One thing that I noticed was that there were bits of drywall in the sink. And I pointed that out to the cops, but none of us really knew where it came from. We started looking at the door and the windows to see if she had pried her way in somehow, but there was nothing. So we kind of just went with the idea that she had a spare key or something. Even though the hotel front desk was adamant that there was no way that could be possible. The officer that came brought two more officers as backup because they thought the woman might still be in the vicinity. But after our statements were taken, there was really nothing else they could really do, so they left. I sat down to finally make some calls to tell people, and as I'm on the phone, I'm thinking about the drywall in the sink, and it still didn't make any sense to me. So I'm on the phone and I'm looking at the drywall and the mirror on the wall right above it. And then it hit me. I got my co worker and I asked her to help me pull this mirror right off the wall. We then took the mirror down, and there's a hole just big enough for a desperate junkie to squeeze right through. I asked Brian and Rebecca if I should call the cops again to let them know that I found this. And my boss said, there's two cop cars still in the parking lot. So I went down to tell them, and no joke, the female cop kinda rolled her eyes, but the young guy said, I'll come check it out. They both came back up, looked in the hole, and they found a pillow, blankets, cigarettes, clothes, and toothbrushes. The woman had been living in the wall behind my mirror for God knows how long. She had full access to me and my room at all times. I know it might be hard to picture. There was a crawl space about 2ft wide in between the two rows of rooms. One of the officers actually called the original officer to come back and take pictures of this. She explained to them what's going on, and all I hear over the radio is, holy crap, no way. Okay, I'm on my way back. I'll be there in a second. He comes back, takes pictures, and is just as mind blown as the rest of us. Obviously we packed up and left immediately. What's even crazier is she's probably been there for a long time. The last time we stayed at this hotel I would smell cigarette smoke and I just assumed someone was smoking in their bathroom and was traveling through the vents. But nope, it was just a junkie that was smoking on the other side of my mirror. She had access to other rooms too. The holes in the walls were from a renovation and the hotel just hadn't properly patched it and just covered up with mirrors. She could have been hanging out in people's rooms whenever there were gone. Anyway, this was really insane and I'm taking a little time off.
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