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So I am a woman, now I am 23 years old and the story was when I was 21 years old and I had a four-month-old baby, he is mine and he is 2 years old. I'm now about 5ft 9, a little overweight, and have social anxiety. with new people I went with my sister, who is about 26 years old and is about 5 feet tall, to her work, since she worked in a very nice restaurant in a shopping center, we went straight there to pick her up at 6 :00 p.m. I started after being in the city all day raising money for a cat rescue.

I was just relaxing eating good food and watching Reddit when I decided I wanted to smoke so I packed the kid cap and told my sister that going out to the parking lot to smoke while passing by the dining room the parking lot was about 70 yards from the restaurant had very good lighting and since it was so late I could stay near the doors this is where it gets creepy the security guard was making his rounds about my height an indian decides to check on me that's cool man I'm just smoking the conversation was something like this hey, how are you? are you OK?

Yes, I'm pretty good just waiting for my sister to get off work very well he's a very cute baby I have four at home you have a husband I told him I have a fiancé which was a complete lie I was one hundred percent single at the time but he was already It's making me quite anxious you know I could be husband I take care of baby for you I take care of you uh-uh no thanks I'm sure your wife wouldn't appreciate any wife loving baby wife will love you too you come home with I finish my cigarette and decide it's when I need to escape.

Then he follows me inside and I walk through the mostly clothing mall hoping to lose him at Kohl's. I actually missed him for about five seconds, but Kohl's had just closed for that night and the only place left open was my sister's work, so I went back there even though I didn't want him to know where I was. When I was about to enter the restaurant, I saw him going up the escalator and he was still looking at me. I took the last two steps towards the hostess, who turned out to be the owner's daughter, and told her what was happening.

At that moment, the security guard is standing right in front of the restaurant, still looking at me, the hostess takes me to a semi secluded booth and went to talk to her father about the whole situation, since she had left well . The creepy security guard came into the dining room, looked for me, and then came and sat at my booth, too close to me and my son. how old are you I want to rape you pretty woman you are the mother of my babies we make you babies at this point it was very clear that I was super uncomfortable but it still made it worse don't worry about safety I will protect you and the baby he is extending a hand on the table now I'm frozen I don't care about the hand near me but I'm reaching for the other I'm not going to let anyone touch my baby I'm about to go into silly mama bear mode when the restaurant owner steps in and asks if there's a problem.

English is not his native language, but he gets the point. No, no problem, I'm just talking to my lovely lady. This is a client. Has she done something wrong? she, my lady, we are getting married, then the strange security guard makes this really creepy smile, it was like he was silently warning me to play along and find some comfort in the restaurant owner's presence. I just want this man to leave me alone, so you can eat my dinner, ha ha, funny lady, look, we're joking. I don't know this man, please make him leave me alone. The restaurant owner then intervenes again.

She wants you to leave now, she wants you to get out of here. No, she's just joking. She loved me. I would be waiting for you my beautiful lady, he finally leaves, after that the restaurant owner makes sure I am okay and takes me through the employee break room and finally tells my sister everything that happened Two hours later and my sister was done. shift, we packed up and headed to the car. The security guard appears out of nowhere and was actually waiting for me. I take the pretty lady and the baby home. Now come on, pretty lady.

We go home like a guardian angel. The owner of the restaurant leaves his house. car right behind the security guard she's going home with her sister and they're going to leave her alone it doesn't matter pretty lady she's coming home with me right after that the restaurant owner just looks at us and tells us to get in the car car and that he We'll take care of this, we get in the car and then we head home. The next day, my sister found out that her boss said she actually physically restrained the security guard because he went to grab my arm while I was getting into the car and then had him fired and permanently banned from going to that mall again.

This is by far one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me in my life. I really hope I never run into that security guard anywhere else again. A long time ago, when I was in my early 20s, my friend and I went to JC Penney's so she could exchange a package of onesies for her little daughter. We both had our toddlers with us sitting facing each other in a stroller after being in the store for a few minutes they both started pulling back and forth on one of the packages of onesies. I grabbed the package from them and tossed it into the compartment under the stroller, ending their game of tug of war.

My friend did some more shopping and the kids fought and complained some more, she traded the onesies and then collected the rest of the items from her. We'll let that store have lunch in the food court, we'll let the babies play in the playground and we'll have some coffee ready to go out like who. I received our coffees a security officer approaches me and asks me what I stole now completely dumbfounded I tell him I didn't steal anything he tells me he has me on video stealing and if I confess he will be easy on me I tell him he is wrong and he can even search my bag since I don't have anything on me, then he immediately pulls out the package of onesies from the bottom of the stroller and Hodler starts screaming.

I guess she didn't realize she put them there, so she grabbed them. another package I didn't pay attention because she had bought other things and I was trying to stop the kids from hitting their eyes, you know how little kids are, they can be a real pain. I then told the security guard that it was absolutely unintentional and explained how the kids were also grabbing it, which then led to me throwing it into the bottom of the stroller. He complains that he heard every excuse in the book and I'm just making it worse for myself, so I bring up the timeline and then ask if he honestly meant to steal, why would I stay for lunch, let the kids play and then I would sit quietly and drink my coffee?

My friend also confirms that she has the youngest daughter and yes, the kids were bothering each other. another one during our shopping trip now this apparently pissed off the security guard because he then went into full commando mode pulling me by the arm back to JCPenny's and straight to the security room, we enter the security room and I urge you to keep an eye out the Security Tape once again, thinking he'll see the babies fussing and understanding the confusion. Now he leaves me in the room for 45 minutes and I thought I saw the babies fussing and fighting.

Well no, he comes back in and calls me a liar. He says that he very clearly showed me shoplifting and that now he will call the police. I am absolutely frustrated, but I accept that they call the police because I thought they would see the tapes and understand the mistake. He didn't like this either. He tells me that once the police get involved, he should also call Child Protective Services, which will immediately open a case and they will probably take my son into custody until he has a court date. Please note that I am only 23 years old at the time and had never been in a situation like this before in my life.

So stupid that I believed his lying ass. I burst into tears and tell the guy that I'm being honest and that I'm not a thief. I have a clean record, why would I still be shut down for a child who isn't even mine? He was absolutely cold and he went on to tell me that the people who seem the most innocent are usually the ones who steal and that he has heard all the excuses. And if you can imagine, I have about 30 minutes to confess before they call the police and they take my son away from me.

I still insisted on my innocence because, well, he was. I also started begging for a manager, a crazy security guard and then he leaves. and returns about 10 minutes later, with no manager, but with a document that is basically generic written confessions saying that I shoplifted in the amount of $6.99 and says I agree to pay restocking fees, Slauson prevention fees and not enter the store for three years I've been crying hysterically pleading with him that I didn't do anything wrong. I am not a thief. The only thing I did was exercise poor judgment by not specifying to my friend that those who were downstairs, he tells me he doesn't have any. sympathy for thieves and liars and that he already called the police and they are on their way to arrest me and take my son away, that is, unless he signs the paper, so he panicked.

I quickly sign the form on which he then releases me. Tell my friend who took us there to leave the mall as soon as possible after telling her the story of her in the car and to other people. I later found out that the whole thing was complete bullshit, the security guard totally lied to me and manipulated me and he should have lost his job over it, but it was so far out of my mind that I just didn't want to revisit the situation for even a second. . It's been over a decade since this happened. It still makes me anxious just thinking about it.

I have not done it. I've seen the same security guard since that happened, but I really hope I never do that about four years ago. I worked as a laundress. I worked from 5:00 a.m. m. to 5 p.m. m. and we often worked alone, we usually had a security guard posted near the parking lot and later in the day they patrolled the building, there was a new guy who started and I never saw him guarding the parking lot when I walked in each morning throughout the entire process. On my shift he would come into my laundry room and talk a lot, but I noticed that he looked at my body a lot when he thought I didn't notice.

One day I walked into work and started putting my things away and getting ready to start. I hadn't turned on the lights yet, so there were parts of the room I couldn't see, suddenly I hear the radio static in the corner of the room and I see a red light on the radio. I turn on the lights and the new The guy is in a corner of the room hiding and looking at me every time I asked him what he was doing there, he said he was just hanging out and then he started laughing, it was obvious he was waiting for me.

He ended up doing this so often that I just got used to it one day. I arrived early and was working in one of our smaller areas. He came into the smaller room to talk to me. He's a big guy now, so I couldn't help it. He was talking to me a little but I couldn't move or leave the room because he was completely blocking the door. He had asked me why I came in early that day and I told him it was because he had to leave early. Later he starts telling me that I have to tell him all my hours so he always knows where I am.

He was leaning over me and I felt like he was trying to tease me. I had this really horrible feeling deep in my stomach that he was about to try something when I pushed him away and then called my supervisor who said he would keep an eye on him. I told him that he had a bad feeling about this guy and that he had to leave for the rest of the day. Well, the next day he was fired, so apparently he wasn't in the guard tower at the start of the shift because he spent every morning in the woods near the parking area filming the girls coming in for their shifts each morning.

He had also found a really huge collection of soda cans and coffee cups that was in his locker, apparently he had taken them out of all the dumpsters where me and the other girls worked, yeah, super creepy, the last thing I remember hearing was that shortly afterward his wife ended up leaving him and then took full custody of their newborn baby. Pretty crazy stuff. This happened a few months ago and I didn't really realize how strange it was so I told my boyfriend a few months ago. Later, at my university, our student IDs are pretty essential for you to get into all the academic buildings and get all your food on the meal plan.

I had a long spine and was forced to get a new one. I went to the security desk and told the security guard that I lost my ID and needed a new one. He said no problem, just come with me while I print a new one for you. He was older. If I had to guess I'd say he was about 65 but in very good shape, he was definitely over six feet tall and you could tell he was quite attractive when he was younger, he had very well kept curly gray hair and ice blue eyes. We went to the parthe would be.

I went out of sight I made an excuse and went back to the caravan alone, my parents came back a few hours later and told me that he kept passing by and asking about me and also asking where I was and if I needed to check on him and that he also gave it to my mother a piece of paper with his phone number on it so he could give it to me. I was so embarrassed by that den that I actually joked with my mom about it. I mean, who tries to make someone's mother their wingman?

I mean, come on. Thursday was our last day. I decided not to go out because I felt very uncomfortable going there now after being watched and throwing out her number on the bend. My parents went somewhere else and I decided to stay. I felt a little panic. and I was taking care of my nephew, this is where things took a turn and I got really scared, he started sending me messages on whatsapp. I responded at first just wanting to be polite, I also mentioned packing up and going home, hey star, they get a little flirty. so I put my phone on silent and went to bed mom had left the window and curtain wide open my dad had fallen asleep on the couch watching tv with my nephew and I was alone in the single room I woke up a little later because I heard a rustling right outside.

I froze for about a second, but I could hear movement right outside my window. When I looked into a small space, I saw him standing there looking around and I really thought I was going to have a heart attack. At that moment I had never before in my life been so paralyzed by fear. I felt like I needed a coffee. I was so terrified of making a sound. I looked at my phone and it was around 3:30. I saw that there were a lot. of WhatsApp notifications and I was too scared to open them so I read some of the notifications and he told me that he knew where I was and that he wanted me to hang outside the window for him to play and send Nude photos, numerous calls and texts while it was outside my window, all I did was stand there for about two hours, too afraid to even move.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was my mother waking me up and her telling me that she had just opened the door. I closed the living room curtains and saw him standing right outside. I would also like to add that it was 9am. m., six hours later. I had never been so scared in my life when we finally packed up and were ready to go look for the Heck, get out of here when we were about to leave, he was finally gone. I ran to the car with the hood up, absolutely paranoid that he would stop us.

My parents thought it was very strange that he was there, but I never told them. all the messages so they don't really know why he was being so weird. I felt really bad waiting for my dad to start the engine because I don't know where he had gone or if he was still looking to see if he had found it. my number and Caravan and he had seen us in my dad's car with the license plate. I mean, what else could I find out? I haven't really mentioned this story to anyone else because, to be honest, I can't handle it right now. so violated in every way and I don't know how to describe it.

I sincerely hope I never meet that man again. He used to be a security officer at a homeless shelter earlier this year. I worked there for about five months before I left. So in March, how was he at work doing what he had to do? The ground flora was a daytime only homeless shelter and on top was a government outreach office for the homeless. This is where my contract ended, but I had to keep the entire building safe. Even though the shelter was a different organization, the government office was the mental health branch, so it was not uncommon for crazy people to act crazy, this particular day, an individual came to pick up his medication, the man He took the medicine and walked. towards the couch this sits in the office after sitting down the guy starts searching in his backpack and takes out a large bag full of white pills this immediately catches my attention he grabs his knife and breaks about three or four pills he uses his hands to make the dust in about three lines and then he vacuumed up all the dust and what was left he just swept it up and threw it off the table.

This is now considered a hostile and potentially illegal action, so I walk over and start trying to ask the man to leave. He keeps telling me I have to take my meds. I inform him that he needs to leave some more and then he says out loud without even looking at me. You know, I have a suppressed 9 millimeter right in my bag that will shut you up. alarm bell rings Now I have a potentially active shooter scenario on my hands and I am an unarmed officer I calmly walk back to the receptionist and whisper to her to go find the other client, call 911, she locks herself in the exam room and don't open the door, she does this and also informs all the other social workers of the situation and they all walk around and lock all the doors.

They had cameras in the lobby, so this was all recorded and then turned over to the police. many other attempts to make the man leave and then inform him that the police were on the way and on the way he gets up, gets in my face and then tells me in a low voice that I will come back for you one day and storms out and arrives police. five minutes later and they examine the images, issue a search warrant (APB) against the man and take samples of the dust he left on the table. A few days later, I am informed that the man was now found, but without weapons or drugs, and the powder turned out to be antipsychotic medication.

He claimed that he had just lost the jar they came in. Now nothing bad happened, but still, as a 19 year old unarmed security guard, this scared the hell out of all those curious. I still work for the same company, but now I work third shift at a completely different place, just like that crazy homeless man who threatened me with a 9mm pistol with a silencer. Please stay away from me. We have lived in our neighborhood for almost four years. a few houses across the street as a Filipino family, they are very nice, every time we see each other we always have a little chat and know each other by name, we moved in right before I gave birth to my oldest son, so that they always asked. for the baby and they loved seeing them, we have even eaten at each other's houses before this summer, if an older family member, maybe 55-60 years old, came to visit us, we would notice it right away because they always went out to taking long walks and He lingered long one night, the mother of the family introduced him as her father, he had recently moved and would be staying with them for a while before heading north to his sister's house, he was quite new to the US and spoke a little English enough to get by, he seemed friendly enough but as soon as we walked in I told my husband he gave me a really strange vibe.

He had never felt this way about any of the other seven family members in the house. I was at his house and shared meals with them, they are very sweet and welcoming. My husband also told me it seemed a little strange, but we chalked it up to cultural differences. About a month later, my mother. -The law and my mother came to visit at the same time they were in the driveway with our son. I run in because I am pregnant and suffering from severe morning sickness. I walk out 15 minutes later and they are having a frustrating conversation with this man.

He was trying to get one of them to take him to the store and he was using an EBT card with a food stamp bar to buy his groceries and he wanted them to give him cash. They both told him they were not interested. but he kept asking and lingering when I came out, I called my husband to come out and when he saw us he walked away very quickly, our mothers told us what had happened and how forceful he was being with them the next time. Some days when I see him walking we always say hello and say simple jokes, but every time he would say hello, he would take it as a sign to come over and try to have a conversation.

I started to let him know that what he did with our mothers is very illegal and being so forceful was really unnecessary he said he understood but the delay would always be at a time when I was trying to strap my toddler into his car seat. and I would rush to take him to school, he would always be It took about 10 minutes to get him to get the hint that he couldn't talk and he would slowly walk away and just stay in our driveway, it finally got to the point where I was watching to See if it passed by us. he home on his morning walk before venturing out.

I really hated the awkward conversation that he always seemed to come around the corner just as he finished putting my son in the car and I was still getting in, he would wave at him and then I would quickly jump up and leave. I felt very bad as if he was waiting for me. One of our neighbors across the street one night told me that she also got a weird vibe from him and again he was always late. She told me that he did similar things with her when they were away from her. Plus, they were choosing to hang out in the backyard with the kids just to avoid it all together.

Now I normally work from home, but one day I went to the office and the circular camera alerted me: this man was standing looking in. a kitchen window looking out I could hear our pitbull barking at him when he saw our dog, he jumped back and I used the microphone to say: Can I help you? What do you want? He looked absolutely shocked and then scurried away. I called my husband and told him to play the video. We both thought it was really creepy when we saw the family walking that night. We decided to tell his daughter.

She spoke to her father and he claimed that never happened. Then we show him the video. his phone and he said it must have been lost, the daughter seems pretty upset with him and the whole situation, so he, being weird, calmed down a little after that, I could see that his daughter was really upset by his behavior and like were. Walking there there was a very heated conversation. She later told me that he tends to be too friendly and that he doesn't really mean any harm, but she talked to him and he would leave us alone.

I asked her if he had some kind of mental problem or maybe Alzheimer's since he was always getting lost, she told me no and that he had always acted like that and that he couldn't wait until his sister was ready for him. They will send him north. There were a few other neighbors who had also complained to her and the homeowners association as well. About two months after I dropped my son off at preschool. I got home and I have to hurry because I feel very bad. He usually left my car door open, but something told me to lock it as soon as he arrived.

I did it while running inside. Normally I would also leave the door open if the housemates were just going for a quick vomiting session, but again my instincts told me to close the bottom and top lock when I was in the bathroom right in front. door ruining my life I've been here they're rattling at the front door someone's turning the path this way and that of course my doorbell rings and then I look at it between gasps what do you know? It's the old man and he's trying to get into our house, I go up to the microphone and then I say you're in the wrong house, to which he replies: let me come in now, I want to tell you something, I'm not kidding, it was the best phrase in English I've ever seen.

I had never heard in my life. from someone who wasn't that good with english i started to feel better pretty quickly, one clue i was now on high alert i responded with what do you want to tell me, he looked straight into the camera, let me come into your house, now this is where he started coming in Panicked, he knew he was in the wrong house, but he still kept trying to get in. I respond, please get off my property. I don't feel comfortable with you here and I won't let you into my house, then start.

He hits the door again very hard and tries to open it and then starts hitting the bathroom window. This is where I get angry. Get off my damn property right now. I won't let you in if you don't. Get out of here right now. I'm calling the police. Then he steps back and gives the camera the middle finger and slinks away. He disappears and I run upstairs and see that he's just walking back to his house. I let our pitbull out of our bedroom as he had been going crazy during this whole ordeal I call my husband and he tells me to call the daughter and tell her what happened I call her Fin I tell her what happened and she told me I didn't let him in.

He never started warning me that he has been very inappropriate and forceful with all the women in his family and she didn't want them to hurt me, especially when I was pregnant. Eventually she comes over about an hour later and I show her the video. She is absolutely furious about this and she apologizes profusely and begs me not to call the police. He promises me that he will leave the next day. The next day he finally leaves on a plane and his daughter told him that he is no longer welcome in his house. He now he lives somewhere in the north.

Maryland with his other daughter and probably also harassingothers. I honestly don't know what would have happened if I hadn't followed my instincts that day. I'm very glad to be well. This story happened to me when I was in third grade. I was about eight years old when my regular babysitter was sick, so my mom asked one of our neighbors who had kids and took care of a lot of kids in the neighborhood if she could watch my brother and me for a few hours. We were having a lot of fun at Brandis' house when my mom came to pick us up.

I asked her if she could stay a little longer and finish Madagascar, since we had just started watching it. She said that she was fine, but that she should walk directly home. after it was like half a block so not that far at all so when the movie ends Brandy said she needed to get home real quick because it was dark while she was walking home this other neighbor Dennis is standing outside in His In the front yard, he had seen Dennis around the neighborhood because his wife had such an unforgettable look. They have a daughter who was like 4 at the time, so I never played with her or met her family other than seeing them around the neighborhood.

Dennis starts by calling me and saying, hey, what are you doing? I only go with my parents. Do you want to come in for a while? No, it's okay, my mom told me to go straight home. Oh come on, I'm sure she wouldn't. Does it matter, uh, no thanks, come on, I have a daughter who would love to play with you, we can even prepare snacks right now. I was like a red flag on board the mission and I started booking home very quickly and then he starts following me, not just quickly. Walking like Michael Myers was creepy, luckily I finally got home and once he saw me approaching my house with the porch light on he completely backed away.

I would like to mention that behind our houses there was a giant wooded area with the paths then leading to a nearby lake, so I mean this guy could have caught me and dragged me into the woods or something. I try not to think like that, but what other motives could he have had? You know, fast forward until it's at the top. school and working at a restaurant in town I see Dennis and his wife creeping on him all the time as it turns out there were secret shoppers at our restaurant. I don't think I really recognized myself working there, although I know this isn't your typical

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story of someone being dragged into the woods anyway, but even as a kid, this was a very creepy experience to go through, if you're a little boy walking home alone, always watching what's around you, you never know, about a year ago my apartment complex decided they wanted to renovate my unit so I had to move out at the end of my lease.

I live in Denver and my rent is pretty ridiculous here, so I started worrying about finding something affordable in my neighborhood, which I really love. I posted on the next door app to see if anyone in my neighborhood knew of any affordable rentals in the area. I immediately received a message from someone named Joe who said that one of the condos in his complex was going up for rent very soon and that he knew the owner. he offered to put me in touch with the owner. I asked him if he could send me photos of the unit and he asked me if he could take me some photos that he took his neighbor because the chat feature in the app is very slow.

Now I feel really stupid for doing this but I finally gave him my phone number. I am not kidding. I received a call from an unknown number within seconds. I normally don't answer calls from unknown numbers, but I was expecting a call from a number that wasn't saved in my phone, so I answered. I was completely taken aback when the person said hi, I'm Joe, how's your day going? It really took me by surprise and I didn't really know what to say, he started talking nonsense while talking on the phone. about how he works nights and how tired he is and how he takes care of his daughter while his girlfriend works during the day.

I finally interrupted him and then said it about the condo. He ignored it completely and then said, "I really don't believe." That my girlfriend would appreciate it if she talked to you but I don't have to tell her, right? I told him I had to go and I immediately hung up the phone and as soon as I did he started texting me, it was really strange and quite What alarmed me was that I blocked his number and moments later he found me on Facebook and sent me a request of friendship. I'm 32 now but it was very

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for me and I even called my parents to tell them about it and how.

I was baffled by what I was told and the worst thing about Penn is that next door, even though their exact address is not listed, is their complex, so I was pretty sure they didn't have my address visible on my profile, but I checked and I'm sure. enough, my address and unit number were completely public and I could not be contacted in any other way. He started messaging me again next door asking if I wanted to go for a walk with him. You can't really block or report people on the app. so I decided to delete it, so one night about a month later there was a knock on my door around 10pm.

One weeknight I looked through my peephole but couldn't see it well. I saw that he was a man who had his head slightly bowed in either direction. I don't open the door to anyone who isn't waiting, especially a random guy at 10 at night filling up panik's I decided to call my neighbor across the hall she is a manager and we always take care of each other since we both live alone I asked her if it looked like it was some kind of delivery boy at the wrong door, she opened the door to try to get a good look at him and that scared him because he literally ran away.

Honestly, I have no idea if this was the boy next door or not, but my gut tells me that this was a huge wake-up call. I always felt like he practiced good online security, but he didn't even know my address was visible next door. I will never again be so casual or lazy with privacy settings like that. I'm 28 years old, but when I was about five years old, my mom and I lived in this duplex that was off a main road and in a wooded area. We lived on one side and on the other there was a woman and her son.

She was studying to be a teacher. My mother had me quite young, so she was about 25 years old and the boy was in his early 20s. He often came and talked to my mother. My mother said that she asked me a lot of questions about myself. I asked my mother if it would be okay if she took me for a walk in the woods. Of course, my mother always refused. My mother worked in the operating room at the local hospital and was on call many times, so most weekends I would stay at my grandmother's house for one night, while I was at my grandmother's house, my mother was alone at home sleeping, she woke up in the middle of the night and said she doesn't remember if she heard anything or if someone fell in the room, but she woke up and could see.

With her socked feet sticking out of the end of her bed, she grabbed the nightstand lamp and was about to hit the intruder when our neighbor shouted her name and then said her name. She really couldn't explain why he was naked and only clothed. socks, but he begged my mother not to tell her mother about it. My mother, of course, called the police and ended up going to court and doing a victim impact statement against this guy because she was absolutely terrified of him becoming a teacher and being around. kids, she says she's pretty sure he was there for me that night and he was so happy that I wasn't there that we ended up moving almost immediately after that happened, she just couldn't stay another night in that house.

I'm so glad nothing happened to me or my mother, who really knows what would have happened if she had succeeded in whatever she was trying to do that night. This happened about four years ago. I am 21 years old and I no longer live in the neighborhood I saw the neighbor in question yesterday when I was visiting my parents and that's when I remembered what had happened a little backstory I live in a third world country our neighborhood is one of the worse but just to outsiders we are actually pretty friendly to each other even people just out of jail or typically pretty friendly we have a lot of mental cases in our neighborhood and happy has one of them my mom and I call him happy because his name It literally means happy and we always joke saying oh happy are you happy because he's usually always smiling unless someone gets mad which is at least three times a year.

I live there for about 19 years, so I know how happy he is, he lives with his two brothers, one sells fruits and the other. A happy taxi driver doesn't work because he has a mental illness. I think he has some type of schizophrenia, but I'm not sure which one. All I know is that it doesn't really work well. You can't have a conversation. With him in sports or on the news or anything, his lines never make sense. I also have to say that our country doesn't really take mental illness very seriously. We have like three psychiatric wards throughout the country.

There is simply no way to treat it. for him and whatever it is people just refer to him as crazy honestly it's very sad my dad was actually friends with him and his brothers aren't anymore although my dad used to give him money from time to time so that could be bought, smokes. He knew that his brother, the taxi driver, needed to support his two children in another city and the fruit seller barely sells his products. Happy used to help carry the shopping sometimes and dad would give him some change, so since he was a kid I just know him. the happy one who was very helpful and friendly and I always smiled at him and he smiled back at me when I turned 15, he had completely changed, he still had the smile on his face and he would stand outside in different places of the quit smoking all day.

He used to wake me up around 7am. m. to go to school and I would see him outside, wide awake, just smoking. Either he wasn't sleeping or he just woke up too early. He also walked some long distances. Well, we were seeing him in a place where it takes us about half an hour to get there by car, so imagine how long it took him on foot to get there. He seemed uneasy, but mostly he just stood there in the middle of the smoke. Varying from early in the morning to very late at night, the change in behavior became quite creepy.

He always stared at me and had a kind of forced, creepy smile on his face. If I passed by him, he always followed me with his eyes to the point of walking back and continuing. Staring, I looked a few times to know that he does this every time he also walked backwards and then put his back against the walls like he was hiding or something. His whole behavior totally changed his anger and the attacks also became more frequent. He was shouting some bad word phrases that didn't make any sense and walking angrily towards his house now - which actually happened to me like I said he always followed me with his eyes and all that I was 17 years old and out of any day on his day incident when I was alone at home I didn't go out with the family because I had to study he probably knew I was alone because every time my family went out I saw through the window that he was standing in his usual place and just watching them as they walked away came the Lunch time, so I went to buy some things to cook.

I saw him standing next to his brother who sells the fruit at the local market. I went to the market to buy some vegetables and meat. The vegetables were quite close to her, I was happy, but the butcher was a minute's walk away when I paid the butcher for my purchase and put it in my bag. I looked up and there, happily, he was just looking at me. I didn't really think much of it, so I turned right and kept walking towards the house, but he was right behind me once again. I haven't thought much about it yet because our houses are literally next to each other.

I passed by his house and was waiting to hear his footsteps to stop me, but no, he was still right behind me. I look and his eyes are still on me with that really creepy smile. Still, I didn't really care because I just thought he was going right to the place he normally is. I light a cigarette or something. I never felt like I was in danger in my neighborhood, so I'm not the time to get anxious easily and especially when I'm happy. I never felt like he was the dangerous type, even during his rage attacks.

So that's why he didn't really have any red flags. I entered through the main door from the street and walked through the wide rectangular hallway that had a door where an old woman lives, passed through his door and turned right to go up the stairs to get to my house which was. On the second floor I heard someone coming through the front door and in the hallway again I thought it was one of the neighbors on the third floor, although the footsteps were very fast, so I thought one of them was in a hurry, so I turned towards them.

I looked at the bottom of the stairs to see who it was and make some space.so they could go up quickly. To my surprise, he was none other than happy at the bottom of the stairs, I stopped dead and that's when my heart started beating. hitting very fast I said happy what are you doing here no response he started running towards me taking two steps at a time I started going up faster too and he caught my foot and my right arm slipped and my knee hurt a lot the fall was taking me dragging to the bottom of the stairs and that ruined my back too but with all the adrenaline running through my veins I started kicking to free my ankle from both of his hands and then yelling at him to get down too.

I yelled for help hoping that one of the neighbors would hear me and come out. I rescued with my free leg. I started kicking his forearm to get him to release it and then continued kicking and shaking his other leg to hopefully free it as well. I finally freed myself, but I couldn't turn around and I started climbing, afraid that he would follow me into the house and God only knows what he would do if he came in. I really just wanted to kick him and hopefully make him lose his balance and fall. stairs to give me enough time to get into my house I kicked and kicked but no luck and screaming it felt like an eternity but it was probably about five seconds and then I heard the door of the old lady downstairs start to open happily hurt so He He ran away from there happily past her house, so of course she saw him and actually yelled at him, but he didn't listen.

She was screaming my name and asking me if she was okay, but I couldn't answer. She raised her head. From the bottom of the stairs she was still screaming my name but all I could really do was cry and cry, we hurt, my elbow was bleeding and she started calling for my mom. I told her no one was home, so she asked me to do it. I went into her house so she could help me cure my bleeding. I told her that she was fine and that I would do it myself but she refused and kept calling for me to come down but I finally ignored her and barely made it up those stairs and inside.

After about an hour I cleaned myself up, calmed down a little and cautiously went to the old woman's house. I knocked and she answered and I asked her not to tell my parents anything because if my dad knew he would probably literally kill the guy, I told her that being happy was just crazy and that my dad shouldn't go to jail for someone who He is crazy and probably not in his right mind. In the end I convinced her to believe that he was crazy and that wasn't it. seriously she promised that he wouldn't say anything to my family and the next two years he changed completely again this time however he wouldn't even look me in the eyes if I walked and he walked towards me. literally turn around and not be around me for the first few months.

I was really afraid that he was waiting around the corner or something, but it turns out he just doesn't want me to see him even after I moved away and we didn't see each other. each other every time I visit him and to this day, four years later, he still doesn't want to be seen by me so happy. I hope you keep it up and don't hurt any other girls in the neighborhood, but what I really hope for is more. It is awareness about mental illness in my country. I really hope people start getting treatments with proper care.

People like Happy who really needed it. I used to live in an apartment complex on the first floor. I had a person right next door named Joe and two more neighbors who were adjacent. I met my next door neighbor when he knocked on my door as the sun was setting. He was plump, brown-haired, with bowl-shaped glasses and a button-down shirt. Upon asking if anyone could take care of his dog for the weekend since he had supposedly been called in for a last minute work trip, I agreed to take care of his dog and just thinking of possible problems that could arise with his dog, I asked for his number by simply saying, "You know," in case it was a major mistake on my part.

I didn't really notice, so obviously he was just trying to be a good neighbor. I had a brief conversation about my love of video games and playing Dungeons & Dragons and it seemed like we had a lot of mutual interests. He was just being friendly, nothing more. He had my wedding ring on and I made sure to run my hand over my face to make sure he could see it. My husband was deployed at the time. I didn't really think about anything. Joe returned Monday morning and I gave him his key. He hadn't asked for money, but he offered to pay me back.

Otherwise, apparently his office was having an escape room event and he was allowed to bring a friend. I agreed because I mean, why not? He seemed like a really cool person who could potentially become a new friend to me when the day came that he was. I really wasn't feeling very well. I was curled up on the couch wrapped in blankets with my sweet little kakapo named Cortana. He was very sick and hadn't been able to make it to work that day, so I texted Joe to let him know that he wouldn't be able to make the event and wouldn't have to worry about paying me back.

Joe's answer is fine. I did not answer. I fell asleep. I started getting texts from him over the next few weeks, but the context really wasn't. Add up to the end. He texted me asking why he hadn't invited him to play Dungeons & Dragons. How did you know he was currently playing? My only explanation was that he must have heard me talking about it in the hallway. As I was leaving with my friend, things started to get a little strange from now on, right behind his door is a very good sized patch of grass where I would take Ortona to use the bathroom.

She is generally a fairly mild-mannered dog who sniffs everything. on the floor and not bothering to look up whenever he explored and focused on going to the bathroom, Cortana suddenly started turning towards the window where the blinds were completely closed and started barking absolutely hysterically. I felt really embarrassed about it ever since. When did Cortana act that way? He was throwing her and the Commander. Silence, but it was in vain. Every day she went to that patch of grass in the afternoon, she constantly barked at that window like a maniac. Eventually I started taking her somewhere else to see.

Yes it would change and it did. I returned after about a weekend to find that the blinds were closed all the way up, the window opened and Joe stuck his torso out completely stretching his arms toward the sky. My first initial thought was who does that? I wave awkwardly and then hurry Cortana back to our apartment. Someone starts knocking on my door like any other day. I stay deathly silent and tiptoe to the door to see that it's none other than Joe, standing there watching. Sincerely through the peephole, I don't open the door, it happens again about three more times and each time the house goes quiet, a little time passes and then I get a text from Joe offering to take me out to dinner.

I'm absolutely stumped looking at the message and not really knowing what to say. Not even three minutes pass and he sends another message. You know, I'm just trying to be friendly after you abandoned me last time. Sorry for being friendly. I should have accepted it. a photo of my face at that moment because the shock must have been so great that Cortana stood up just to look at me let me be very clear I'm a busy woman I have a wine in my life no Usually people immediately return as usual. At that moment I was pretty scared and decided to call my mom and tell her what happened.

I felt very unsafe in my own home at that time. I really didn't know what to do. If this guy decides to try to break into my apartment and attack me and all because I supposedly left him and felt too sick to go and escape the room, an event in which my mom said to let him know very firmly that my husband wouldn't appreciate me . having dinner with another man and that his behavior was really inappropriate for some reason, I had to mention it to my husband to get Joe to back off, not that I ignored him or avoided him or practically ran to my car every time I heard his door open, even after for Cortana to do it.

I still turn to the window and groan. I finally moved out of that apartment and never heard from Joe again after that and let's keep it that way. I live in a small studio. I like my place with lights although it has some details that always made me very nervous living here, the wall facing the street is basically just a giant window and I also live on the second floor so my window is very close to the streets below the mark. It is seen very easily. Columba's land even gives direct access to my window. although that makes me a little uncomfortable, nothing ever really happened and it just stopped bothering me a couple of months after I moved in, until last week, last Monday I woke up around 2am. m. to go get water to drink since the kitchen is right next to the front door I could hear something coming from the hallway while I was filling a cup, it wasn't coming from another apartment or the street, the noise had that very specific reverberation of An empty hallway, I approached the door. and I could make out that the sound was actually some kind of trap that was repeated at the beginning.

I thought maybe it was just a drunk guy playing with this phone before I got to his apartment, but after I lay back down in bed I could still faintly hear the ringing. The same beat was coming from the hallway, it kept playing and playing until I fell asleep about an hour later. 7:00 a.m. arrives. m. and I am woken up by someone ringing the doorbell, there was a police officer, a group of them, actually the owner and some of my neighbors were also there even with the place very full it was very difficult to miss the trail of blood that led from the hallway window to the other end of the wall the police said someone was leaving for work early in the morning when they came across the blood stains and then immediately called the police, questioned me and the neighbors, the place It was cleaned up and we moved on with our lives, but I couldn't stop thinking about it every day.

I always come home and walk to where the blood was. and I always wonder what the hell happened in the hallway that night. Now I felt a little uncomfortable living here before, but now I'm definitely really scared. I wonder if I'll ever find out what happened when I was in college. In apartments that weren't on campus but were still called student housing, I saw this guy around who I thought was really cute. His name was Kiefer. One day he knocked on my door and said he was the maintenance guy and he needed to change our air conditioning filters.

I was making dinner for my roommate at the time and me and he commented that it smelled really good so I invited him over. to stay for dinner. It was all pretty normal as we watched a movie afterwards, totally innocently, around midnight. I kept telling him that the house was very tired trying to insinuate him to leave. My roommate had already gone to bed so now it was just me and him, after I told him to leave because I was going to bed he kept trying to talk me out of it. Saying I should stay up longer he kept taking forever trying to make it longer when he was putting on his shoes then he started crying because he had a cramp in both calves he told me I couldn't go up the stairs he didn't know what to do.

He really wanted to knock on his door to get his roommate to come and come in, but I'm in a wheelchair and couldn't get up the stairs. We had an extra room in our apartment that only had a bed in it and nothing else, he kept asking if he could sleep in the room and I told him no, we argued for about ten minutes to let him sleep in the extra room. He was so exhausted that I went ahead and decided I left him. I walked past my roommates door and my door so that at least he couldn't get into our rooms when I woke up the next morning.

Fortunately it was gone and nothing was stolen from me. Honestly, I should have reported him to the apartment complex, but he wasn't there. I didn't really think about it, a couple of days later I heard someone knocking on my bedroom window in the middle of the night and I completely freaked out. It ended up being Kieffer, but obviously I didn't let him in and the next night, my roommate. and I was in the living room and then he came and knocked on our door Ashley, my roommate answered and he asked for me and she said he was already asleep.

Her answer is no, I know she is not asleep. I look in everyone's window so I know she's awake yeah Kieffer was definitely a creep so for some backstory I moved from a very small town to a relatively big city it was for college and I had around 19 years old since he would not be in the new city until September. my future roommate decided to look for a place to live in the fall in mid-July. She finally found us a newly renovated apartment at a decent price close to everything. It was on a fairly busy street in the city.

In September,when it was time for me to move in my parents came to the building and it looks a little shabby from the front and upon entering the inside of the building there was an absolute mess, the appliances in the hallways were running plaster up and down. the walls, as if a child had been given material to play with and the floor was missing in most places, as the apartment was really nice and as it was my first apartment away from home, I was absolutely thrilled to finally have a place to my. This apartment now housed many students, as well as the owner and superintendent, so it seemed like a relatively safe place to live.

My roommate had the doorbell connected to her phone so that when someone rang, her phone would ring and she would have the option of letting them in or not about a week after school started she was home since she wasn't actually home. I had class until later that day and my roommate was at work, she texted me to let me know that someone had tried to call me. I walked into the apartment and once she answered, all she heard on the other end of the line was an unknown voice that was practically shouting. Fortunately, my roommate had the sense to not let them into the building.

About 10 minutes later, someone comes knocking on my door without saying anything. I continued playing for what seemed like hours, although in reality it was probably only about 20 minutes. I stayed in my room the whole time with the door closed because I was so afraid of who might be standing outside my door, finally the banging stopped and when I checked on people the person was gone. I was really relieved to have avoided what seemed to be some kind of creep looking to get into my apartment for some reason. I didn't really notice anything too strange happening again until about two weeks later.

I was home again because I was sick and my roommate was at work. I should note that my roommate was a stewardess for a small airline and obviously wouldn't have her phone if she was already in the air, as I remembered there wasn't one to knock on the door this time so it's early in the morning and I didn't long after my roommate left for work and someone knocked on my door, of course, I didn't get up to answer it because I was still sick in bed waiting for them to do it. just leave, we weren't expecting anyone, no packages or friends, and besides, how would they get into the apartment if my roommate's phone didn't ring when the doorbell rang when I finally think whoever was knocking on the doors came out, Did someone really open the door?

I got to my apartment and entered. I was mortified. I always sleep with my room door closed, so there was absolutely no way they would have known anyone was there except by opening the door, since my roommate was a flight attendant. I knew it was like that. Tell her because her flight would have already left by that time, so there was really no way she could even answer her phone since there is no service when they are in the air. She was frantically texting him to let him know someone was in effect. our apartment without our permission where we live our landlord must give 24 hours notice before entering the property while I lay in bed crying and shaking from pure fear the person seemed to have walked through the living room and then left again as soon as I heard the front door close I ran and locked all the locks and put on the chain that would prevent anyone from getting in even if they had a key to this day neither I nor my roommate know if it was the same person or someone who had previously lived in the apartment, we have no idea who it could have been.

We left that apartment building just a couple of months later and moved to a friendlier and seemingly safer neighborhood. Every time I pass by that building, I always get chills now. I don't think they'll ever forget what happened. I went to university in London for about three years and this happened in my last semester at the beginning of 2018. The area I lived in wasn't that great to say the least, there were daily. problems with cats calling creepers, taking photos of students on their way to a night out on the weekends and this wasn't even the first time they followed me, it was the worst.

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about an unpleasantness I encountered that day and they asked me what area I was staying in and when I told them they were going, oh yeah, that's why I don't go there. I should also mention first that I have a pretty bad anxiety disorder and this day I almost didn't go to college at all because I had a really bad feeling, but if I listened to every single bad feeling I have, I would probably never leave the house, so I ignored it and decided to force myself to go to class anyway.

Anxiety is so bad sometimes that I have a hard time differentiating between a really bad feeling and my brain went into fight or flight mode for literally no reason, knowing the problems of the area I lived in, I deliberately dressed as casually as possible to minimize the attention of the creepers because I wasn't in a position to deal with it that day, my typical adventure seeker in alternative styles, lots of black tattoos and dark makeup, you know the works that tend to draw attention to themselves, so in This day I purposely only wore jeans, a very baggy shirt, and little to no makeup.

I thought this would be enough for people to overlook me and just let me go about my day more or less ignored well I was wrong, one piece of information that is really relevant to this is that there was a note emailed to all the residents of my apartment block around this time, apparently a man had recently tried to assault a handful of girls from both our apartment block and another student apartment block about 10 minutes away. It also included a description of the man. Not even five minutes after leaving my apartment block, there's a guy following me now at the first alarm bells.

I haven't really rung yet, it's quite common for strangers to approach you in London, usually trying to sell you something or generally just to get money from you in one way or another, so I heard this guy start calling me. Hey, excuse me, but I keep my head down and completely ignore him, which is usually enough to put off anyone trying to sell you something, when they then start following me down the street and across the street. I knew this was a little more sinister now that he's getting progressively frustrated. The more I ignore him, his apology becomes more insistent and eventually turns into oh, come on, I'm just trying to talk to you at this point my heart is already racing like crazy, but I'm a big fan of

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crime and I like to think that I know the basics of trying to stay safe, specifically when it comes to not falling into the trap of being polite even when someone makes you feel uncomfortable and right after crossing the street with this guy still following me, I go into a series of small shops, not so small that they have no security, just the kind of place where people who work in the area would stop by to have their lunch for the day, and so on, thinking both of the security guard and the cameras security.

I walk straight into the tent hoping this will be enough to calm the creeper. Well, it's not like that. I go to the first hallway and take out my phone. I text my dad to call me right away. There's not much he can really do since he lives across the street. country, but I thought maybe even seeing me on the phone would put him off or then maybe I could say something like this you'll be here in five minutes okay cool I mean worst case scenario I thought if something happened at least I had some kind of witness on the phone.

My dad, knowing the problems I've had with creepers in the area, calls me immediately. We have a code to know if they are following me so we can tell them without being too noticeable. but somehow he panicked and worried about being subtle, the creeper is now standing a couple of feet down the hallway pretending to look at things but mostly just staring at me the whole time while he had his hood up obscuring most of his face, which made me really uneasy. It was as if he was as aware of the security cameras as I was.

It matched parts of the description of the man we had been emailed about, but it was very difficult to tell with the hood up and he was also wearing a very thick pair of sunglasses which had not been mentioned in the description as they were the most notable thing about him to me. I wasn't really sure if he was the same guy when he realizes what I'm doing and then disappears from the hallway but I'm cautious and stay where I am. I was shaking as I pretended to be fascinated by the Pepsi bottle in my hand while my dad tried to juggle it by comforting me by asking me questions and giving me advice on what to do.

Not even a minute passes before the creeper suddenly reappears and with a box of donuts in his hands I turn to him and Snappa does his best to make it clear that I have absolutely no patience with him and proceeds to question me. If he can borrow £20 for donuts, I give him an annoyed look and impatiently reply, No, I do everything I can to try to make my five foot three self look at least a little intimidating. He tries his best to look hurt. and I was offended giving up oh sorry I bothered you before leaving the donuts and then walking away in the general direction of the exit again I'm not convinced I stay in that hallway a little longer telling my dad what just happened and then move to the next one slowly exploring the entire store looking for any sign of him.

I am now standing in the third aisle, when he reappears once again, slowly approaching me, there is only one other person in the aisle, a store employee who was stacking shelves and I am working up the courage to approach the worker and try to explain. my problem when the creeper tries to talk to me once again putting all my adrenaline to use, I turn to look at him and then say what what. Do you want me to take into account all the anti creepers advice I've seen online on how to make it obvious that you don't want to be an easy victim in the slightest?

He seems surprised by this before muttering something like that. I was just wondering if you were going to fall, but Honestly, Style couldn't understand exactly what I was trying to say over the sound of my damn heartbeat, to which he then goes back to his act of surprise and offense and then says God, okay, I was just trying to be nice here, to which I responded with a well, don't do it and then he storms back down the hall. I walked around the store another three or four times to make sure he was really gone this time while still talking on the phone to my dad before he finally takes a look and then peeks out the entrance of the store, he's still hanging around and I have I have to pick a time when he seems distracted by something so I can get my ass out of there immediately.

I really needed to get to the subway station at this point. I was absolutely nervous and the only reason I didn't go straight home was because I was so afraid of him following me. The entrance to my apartment block was and what can only be described as an alley, was a neat place. alley that often had fellow students who were local workers on their smoke break, but it was significantly quieter than the route to the soup station. I figured I'd just continue on my way to college, which would at least get me out of the neighborhood for a while.

A few more hours also gives me a chance to see my friends and feel comforted in person by what just happened. My father stayed on the phone with me until I was on the train and I was looking over my shoulder the entire time. Time waiting to see the creeper follow me again Now I can see how this might have sounded like my anxiety exaggerated things if this was my last encounter with the creep but it wasn't the following week, the day of that same class. Class was canceled so I spent the day at my apartment and generally just being an antisocial hermit the next week, however on the same day of the week, at the same time of day, I was out again for class , sure that the meeting two weeks ago was just another one. lovely story to add to my collection of unpleasant encounters in the area when less than five feet from the door of the apartment building someone steps up next to me, it's really not very unusual with other students in the building, I thought it was just someone who had a class at the same time as mine they headed to the subway station and that's when I heard hey, do you remember me?

I woke up and couldn't even keep the fear off my face when I didn't see the creeper. from two weeks ago I immediately tell him to remember how thelast time, but not this time, this time he doesn't even try his shocked defense act that he did in the store and instead, he even seems amused by this. Then he says that I am also walking here, so I stopped my steps and just gestured forward, then I said, "Continue", and I thought that if he was telling the truth, he would continue walking and continue ahead of me. Well, he doesn't, he just stops. and he smiles, it was the same sinister, funny smile from before and then he says, come on, why don't you talk to me?

To which I didn't respond with "leave me alone already", but I'm getting more and more scared. This is disgusting and doesn't come out as hard as I wanted. Haven makes that creepy smile once again. At this point I started walking again knowing that when I turn the next corner we will be in front of a music venue that is quite nice. A lot always has security or some kind of concierge right outside, thinking I can walk up to them and ask for help if they won't leave me alone, they keep trying to talk to me. Do you have a boyfriend?

I'm tempted to do it. Say yes, hoping you'll get him to leave me alone, but I know that will most likely lead to more questions: how long have you been together? What's his name? and probably just a bunch of other invasive and creepy questions from there, this guy. He doesn't even care if I have a boyfriend or not, he's just trying to strike up a conversation every time he tries to stray a little, so now he walks parallel to me a little closer. I take a few steps away. I start to get more nervous and I respond to that question with oh, fuck, but he keeps throwing out questions like why aren't you talking to me?

I just want to talk with you. Don't you like talking to people? But now we're around the corner and now I see a security officer. I immediately quicken my pace and go down a set of stairs that led to nothing but security, so it's obvious what my intentions are. The creeper quickly says: I'll leave you alone and then you clearly don't. I want to be friends, Haven disappears and I speed down the street to the store where he had followed me the first time. It's only when I'm outside the store that I decide to stop and look around, he's nowhere to be seen if I really had been walking in the same direction I would have still been able to see him because there is literally nowhere else to go from where I was. walking, which meant that for me to now be able to see it, I would have had to make a U-turn and started walking in a completely different direction after many pleas from my family and friends who were really worried that this nasty man would appear again. following week, since they were two different occasions at the same time and on the same day that I went.

I told the reception staff at my student premises about the incident and they contacted the police to make a report about it as they thought I was the guy they had emailed about the police not It was not even close. in fact, they didn't even contact me again after I emailed them a full account of what happened the following week. My dad drove from all over the UK to walk me to class without having seen the vine and for the rest of the semester I left over an hour earlier than usual for that class and just stayed on campus to waste time.

The positive side was that all of this really made me appreciate my family because they ended up memorizing my entire schedule and always making sure that I had a family member available to talk to me on the phone from the time I left the apartment to the time I was in the train and vice versa. I honestly thought that was the end of it until a few months later I found myself Now I graduated and moved back to my hometown when I received a text from my best friend. It's a link to a news article about a pervert who had been in court for assaulting students in my area and with the article she then sent a text saying So is this the guy who was following you?

The article had a photo of the man it was about and in fact it was the creeper that had been following me all this time and was also the one we had been warned about via email. He didn't have the glasses he had on when he followed me, which made me think it was some kind of disguise, since he was apparently already banned from being near any student residence at the time he had been stalking me in the article. I explained how the crepe had started following other girls from exactly the same place he started following me, only they did what I didn't do, they were polite of course, I don't blame them at all for that, I just had very lucky that they touched it. against me by a protective father and an equally overprotective older brother, screw politeness, it's better to be accidentally rude to someone with good intentions than to give the benefit of the doubt to an absolute psychopath, so when he plied them with question after question and They answered tiredly, he had always asked them where they were going and whatever they answered he had told them no, you will come with me and I would catch them assaulting some of them and you want to know the worst part of it all.

They didn't jail him for this, they imposed a curfew requiring him to return home before 6:00 a.m. m. and after 6:00 p.m. m. and I would also like to add that in the same article the police officer who had not been able to be bothered to call me to inform me about my report, actually congratulated himself and his team on how well they handled everything, what a load of rubbish. I'm still overcoming serious anxiety issues, especially when it comes to being alone in public. I will never live in that town in Michigan again. There's a little place called Traverse City.

It's a very esoteric little hippie town. In this city there is a real abandoned mental institution, with a huge deserted lot and ruined buildings, an old rusty water tower and a huge stone pond in the middle of the forest that could house about 50 people. Do you know how it works? Isn't that the creepy part, believe it or not, since nothing

scary

really happened there? It was actually a pretty popular hangout for college students to get high and stuff, it's more of a little tidbit about how weird this town is and kind of a backstory. See, when the psychiatric ward closed, the patients were basically let loose and any of them ended up as one of the many homeless people wandering around the city and some of them just ended up on the whiting, the whiting was the cheapest. apartment in the city basically a month to month hotel it really wasn't a bad place there was a housekeeper who came by once a week to clean the place it wasn't falling apart or infested with pests or anything it was technically a It was kind of half way home years and years ago and had to close when a man was found dead of a heroin overdose on the front steps.

It eventually opened back up to the public and some of the people who lived there previously had nowhere else to go and Go back to this point in the story. I was a really broke college student. I got some really strange vibes from the place, but I had very little money and thought it would be an interesting experience, to say the least. Well, it wasn't. First of all, it was wrong, it seemed like the architect had actually been inspired by The Shining. Long, narrow hallways, some swooping and some swooping, some that started out normal and then became so narrow you might actually have to walk sideways to fit in.

They were painted on the doors. and doors that led to nowhere and little doll-sized doors in the hallway that never opened. There were many creepy images of crying girls or ugly abstract paintings decorating the walls. My friend lived in a small room that had a big mysterious X painted on it. above his bed he also had a long painted door to his left and my other friend who lived on the second floor at the end of the building had a window that looked out onto a straight brick wall, quite strange, well wait until you see meet your schizophrenic neighbors and stoned zombies wandered the hallways or a page would pop out of their doors before slamming it shut, you could be walking by when the door would suddenly open and a battered looking woman would tell you that the other tenants were trying to hurt her and that he was going to sleep with a knife to protect himself.

Another good friend of mine once opened her door and found an entire lamp taken apart piece by piece and then lined up on her door. There are some incidents that really stick. In my mind, one time I went to the trashed kitchen to make lasagna, one of the women was already there and was sitting in a kitchen chair talking to herself in a high-pitched female voice. Now this woman was large and quite imposing. The individual became even more intimidating because he had a habit of hitting people on the shoulder every time he passed through the hallways.

She's just sitting there mocking and insulting me the whole time, but just to herself, like I can't hear her the whole time. looking at me with that sideways glance every once in a while she gives a high pitched giggle that sounded really sinister, well then I say everything right and she mutters to herself the things that speak to me, I won't answer and then she laughs. I'm definitely stumped at this point. I grab a fork and I'm getting ready to go out and then she starts freaking out and starts quickly saying, you have a fork, you're going to kill me with that.

You're going to stab me in the throat and murder my family with that fork. Yes, she was actually screaming at the end. I didn't stay. I could still hear her scream every time she pulled my shit out the door talking about pain. her and like in a movie I can hear high pitched hysterical laughter echoing through the halls as she gets louder and louder, she really gave me goosebumps. I can tell you that on another occasion a man was so confused on some substances that he could barely get up and he tried to chase me, I was at the bottom of the stairs and I had to pass him and he tried to talk some nonsense to me as I walked past him.

I think he said something about a shower, well, reach out and grab it. my arm and then tries to pull me towards him. I walk away so fast he gets knocked over and as I run up the stairs he tries to recover and get up. I hide in my friend's room and we can hear him hunched over and pounding the stairs, calling me in a drugged out manner about a week later, he apparently forgets and I see him in the hallway. He had asked me what room he lived in, so yeah, that's a brief summary of it really. creepy place I lived in at some point, it was definitely an interesting and creepy experience to say the least.

A couple of months ago my sister started talking online with this guy named bin, the two of them had a lot in common and we're only about a year apart in terms of ages, at first we didn't think anything of it because it's normal to have friends online these days. My sister is quite introverted, so it was really nice to know that she had someone she could handle. Chatting with, from what I understand, Ben was also there for her emotionally and if that makes any sense, my sister became very attached to him very quickly. Bennett also introduced him to some of her friends and they all looked like typical nervous teenagers.

The kind that post selfies with emo song lyrics and stuff like that. Ben really seemed like a normal, loving friend. He even texted me a couple of times when he was worried because my sister was upset about something. He seemed genuine and I was very happy about that. my sister had found someone like that one day my sister had asked my mom if she could meet Ben in the city he lived in another state and had arranged to spend a weekend or stay with his aunt so it seemed like the opportunity Perfect for both of us to meet, they agreed on a date and time to meet in the city and my mom and I accompanied her when the day finally arrived, although he didn't even show up, he made some kind of excuse that his aunt wasn't there.

She was going to take him there and we thought she was probably just worried about Ben meeting someone he only knows through the Internet. I'll be honest, I really had a very bad feeling about their meeting while we were waiting for Ben to show up. but I just stupidly ignored him, my sister was understandably quite upset that he hadn't shown up. Ben sent me a message apologizing for having to run after him and went on to explain that sometimes his aim can be really unreasonable in the moment. moment when I really believed that he was a decent person and that he wasn't lying about a situation, a couple of months went by with just the two of them chatting as usual, at some point my mom gets the idea that she and my sister could just fly to his state and meet him Ben really seemed to like that idea so they ordered plane tickets one day out of the blue, my sister burst into my room clearly very scared and told me to blog about Ben right away since which werethe two friends? that's what she presented to me when I asked her why she explained to me that Ben had been a cover-up for the identity of a person who had previously threatened her using another account, every one of the photos she posted were literally from someone else's account, she found all of them From this, when she decided to confront him, he apparently had two so-called friends, they were all fake accounts run by him to maintain the illusion, whoever this person was after being confronted by my sister, she actually admitted that she was being watched.

I had been chatting for months and she had probably told him a lot of personal things too after my mom found out that all the flights were canceled immediately and we were all pretty scared about the whole thing that we couldn't really tell the police because my sister was an idiot and didn't keep a copy of all the messages the account had sent her. We actually managed to contact the guy whose photos were stolen and told him the whole incident and the account was deleted shortly after. So whoever Ben is, let's never cross paths again and stay away from my sister.

This story happened almost 10 years ago. One day I came home from work and logged on to Facebook to find a message from someone I didn't know. I know it was too long ago to remember word for word what was said, but it was along the lines of hey, I know you have no idea who I am, but I've been trying to decide what to do for a few days and I thought I'd let you know. what's been going on, someone has been scamming me using your identity for over two years and I just found out last week, the sender of the email was clearly quite shocked and was understandably experiencing quite a mix of emotions according to To She had met the impostor online a little over two years ago before writing this and they had apparently been involved in a fairly intimate long-distance relationship for most of that time.

The impostor had created a Facebook and over time reposted almost all of my photos with their own captions, including a good amount of art that I had drawn and for which they also took credit, created fake profiles for a good number of my family and close friends and even commented on the photos to make the photos look more legitimate, the funniest part for me is that although most things in my real life seem to be reflected in this fake profile, instead, a thousand heterosexual was betrayed as trans. I think the main reason for this was that the sender of the email and the imposter were actually talking on the phone and the imposter turned out to be a woman in the end and therefore she needed a reason to justify her voice sounding more feminine. .

The sender of the email was justifiably angry and scared and he wanted to find the catfish and started asking me a lot of questions about my wife, but he phrased them like your sister's name is so-and-so and you went to this high school. Some of it was clearly information that anyone could get at a quick glance. I browsed my profile but then he asked me if he's your best friend, which I found strange since even though this person is actually my closest friend and the one I spend most of my time with, we've barely had any photos on Facebook. together and most of her for a long time, then asked me if you were adopted and if your half brothers were called so and so, which totally sealed the deal for me since I know for a fact that I had never posted about being adopted in line.

Before the sender of the email already had an idea that this person had met me in real life, but this confirmed it for me. Syndra from the email had contacted me shortly after confronting the imposter for the first time. I guess after about two years. I finally became suspicious of the fact that the impostor would not show his face. Honestly, I have no idea how it took them so long to realize they were being fooled, but I'm glad they finally decided to give the show-your-face-or-I'll-interrupt-you ultimatum. I'm pretty sure this is the point where the imposter admitted to being a catfish and that she had been using the identity of someone she had a crush on in high school before hanging up.

They gave me the URL so I could check out the profile myself, which was up for about two days after I viewed it before it was completely removed. It was definitely very strange that the impostor had posted more than me on Facebook and it really seemed like they were living a pretty complicated double life online, as almost everyone had posted photos on my real profile and then created their own fake profiles that had enough content to be genuinely compelling, so that they could be tagged and then validated. These new photos, some of these fake profiles seem to have made their own so-called friends as well and I was really wondering if any of them were used to further facilitate the online dating scam, either way, the amount of time this person had passed. fabricating their alter egos online presence was quite shocking to me the whole time I was crawling down this Facebook rabbit hole, the sender of the email was actually looking at my real profile, after a while, he sent me a message saying :Did you take these pictures and show me what I remember as a black and white photo of a barn or something that I didn't have, which was pretty strange since everything else on the fake profile actually originated from me and her He had noticed the discrepancy between the two.

I tried the reverse image search, but with no luck, whether by a stroke of genius or somewhat suspiciously, I couldn't really tell that she thought about changing the fake number the impostor gave to the fake Facebook profile. In reverse, a Google search came up. a landline that belonged to the address of a girl he had gone to high school with. I couldn't believe that I was actually Facebook friends with the profile of real impostors, so we both went snooping around and found the photo of her. I claimed that she had taken this and she confirmed to me that this was the imposter.

I'm pretty sure there were more ash indicators too, but I can't remember. I thought about sending him a message for a long time but decided it probably wouldn't lead to anything good at that point my thoughts were definitely let's not meet. I asked the sender of the email a few times just to try to decompress it a bit, but I honestly just wanted to distance myself from it completely. situation and I also had my suspicions about the ashes. I thought maybe it was a last-ditch effort by the impostors to try to talk to me, although when it was all over, the ashes seemed eager to put this all behind them too, so maybe not.

Either way, it was a really strange experience. I felt mostly scared and violated, but I guess there was a small part of me that was really flattered by it. I had a lot of mixed emotions. The strangest part for me is that I am actually an approachable person and would definitely have been willing to talk and probably be my friend if this person had reached out to me, although I'm still not quite sure if this was done out of an obsession for me or Yes this person I felt was simply a suitable image to base this invented person on.

I remember talking to her probably about twice during high school and I didn't really have a very good idea of ​​who she was other than a quiet hipster girl if any of the people involved. I read this sometimes. I would definitely love to be able to talk now that years have passed, but I've gone from being very discouraged to always wondering why this person chose me over many other more attractive or interesting people online to base their afterlife on For the ash who contacted me, He had probably spent more time online pretending to be me than actually doing his own life.

I have a tumultuous history of addiction and have had many escapes, so I've always been fascinated by that. Someone would want to pretend to live someone else's life as a way to do it because at the end of the day, the person pretending to be me really had no idea that I also spent my time daydreaming about being a different person, I guess. it just goes to show you that no matter how much you want to be someone else, that person probably also has plenty of reasons to want to escape their demons, so I have a little update on all of this for anyone still interested.

I recently spoke with a very good friend of mine who told me that while they don't know the perpetrator personally, they do know that they now identify as non-binary, which to me somewhat confirms my suspected motive, which was to explore their own sexuality through of another identity to one degree or another, but I'll probably never know for sure, so I had a best friend in high school named Lana, we were friends for about a year and a half and spent almost every weekend at her house listening music watching

horror

movies and gossip she was a little crazy the kind of girl who would hit all of her boyfriends' exes unprovoked and fishy people I say we were best friends, but really it was more like I admired her and she liked me this and she could boss me around and hang out with me whenever she wanted, she was extremely manipulative and two faced, she had a hobby of being nice to girls at school and then going on their social media and making fun of everything they posted, it would be done friend. people just to get information from them when we were friends.

Lana was dating a guy named Nolan, they dated for about a year and a half and had a lot of problems for the last six months or so, he never went out drinking most weekends and she always cried in the middle of the night and she blew up his phone, always yelled at him and made him feel guilty. He was borderline psychotic when it came to his exes or the girls he was friends with and they just weren't working out, but they stayed together anyway, at some point no one got Lana pregnant and one of his other friends whose name was on it she got pregnant at the same time with the boy she had a crush on, naturally she didn't really want anything to do with Autumn, but because they were pregnant together Elana started hanging out with Autumn most weekends and neglected for I completed our friendship after about a month.

I got really fed up with that and started cheating on her at first. She tried to apologize for it, but I wasn't having it. She really she was. jealous and childish about the whole thing, so eventually Lanta got mad at me and stopped trying altogether. A couple of months passed. Elena had the baby. Nolan and Lana stayed together to care for their son, but their relationship was absolutely horrendous at the time. Lynne cheated on him and no one decided they wanted out of the relationship, but he continued seeing a son and buying him things, however, Elena and Elena's mother made things very difficult for him by constantly changing the days he could see his son and also. refusing to let him take her son anywhere but Lana's house.

Lana's mother also threw away Nolan's Christmas presents. She ignores the phone calls and eventually even told him that he was not allowed into the house. Nolan begged for months to see a son, but he was pretty. Sure, Lana and her mom didn't want him in the picture, no one even offered to pay child support, but they didn't want that either, they just wanted him gone, so she stopped trying and apparently that's not even what they wanted. for Lana to take. taking to social media to talk about how no one was a total slacker, she told everyone that she knew being a single mother was very difficult and that the baby's daddy refused to take care of her child about a year after she They separated.

I'm not referring to anyone. In person, we had been talking online for a couple of months about Lana, who shared some

stories

about her crazy breakdowns and all of her manipulative tendencies, and we talked about the time he came to her house while I was away. there and tried to scare her. jumping when she came out the front door but instead she accidentally jumped towards me, she thought it was the funniest thing that my face stayed stone cold and I just said "sup", we had a similar sense of humor and at that moment really with no one, I had just come out of one of the worst oppressive episodes of my life, it had lasted a good year and I dropped out of school, did drugs and isolated myself for weeks and even considered suicide, he was the one.

To help me get out of the abyss, he was very kind and was my support system. At first we were just friends, when Lana found out about our friendship she reached out to me at that point, we hadn't been friends for about a while anymore. For a year and a half we caught up and talked about what had been going on in our lives, she asked what was going on with Noah and I told her that we were just friends and everything seemed fine, that's when her ragged behavior started. again and randomly block me on social media and thenunlock me about a month or two later, sometimes we would talk like, hey, how are you?

Everything was fine and then the next day they blocked me. At one point, I even asked one of her friends to make her count. She asked me why she was doing it because I was totally confused so she unblocked me and told me that she was salty about the situation with Nolan and the fact that I was being so friendly to them. I asked him why he kept making peace with me. and suddenly she got angry again and interrupted me. I told her I was really tired of thinking things were fine only for her to turn around and pretend we had never said anything to each other, that's when she told me she could block. unblock me or unblock me whenever she wanted and that I had done her a great wrong by abandoning her during her pregnancy and becoming friends with her ex-boyfriend so I tried to explain to her why no one was my friend.

I tried to tell her that Nolan was everything. In the darkest moment of my life, I tried to tell her why she abandoned me during the fall, she really hurt my feelings, but she wouldn't accept it. I understand where she was coming from, I mean, I do and I acknowledge the fact that I acted. childishly and in a really cruel way, but I had tried to make peace with her several times, I tried so hard and she couldn't even tell if she wanted to forgive me or not, so I told her to go ahead and block me again . and it was over she told me she wouldn't block me again and then she gave me her endless blessing she said it was okay if we wanted until the tenth she said she hoped I had a good life and I said the same for her and I really meant it .

We had a bad ending, but I was glad that at least we could wish each other well. It was a few months later when I last spoke to her. Nobody and I had started dating. She had waited so long. a long time because I was so worried about Lana even though we weren't friends anymore, but she had given me her blessing and was dating someone new so I just moved on. It was at that time that I received a friend request from some. A girl on Facebook named Casey Casey said she lived in a very big city in my state and since we had mutual friends and I had gone to school in that city, I assumed we had gone to school together and I just didn't remember her.

She seemed like a real person, she claimed to work at Hooters and had made posts about how her work days had several photos of the same girl and she had made frequent posts about her ex-boyfriend. I accepted the friend request and she sent me a message telling me. how pretty she thought she was, I think the end of it I told her to message me anytime she wanted to chat over the next few months. I had no idea. I continued with my normal life posting about the things that I and no one did to get my GED.

I went out with friends to visit my mother, etc. Every now and then I would see some really strange posts from Casey on my timeline, but I didn't really think about it much because she had over a thousand friends on Facebook and I rarely saw them, they were mostly posts about how much she hated her baby daddy and how her line of work really sucked, but there were two posts in particular that really caught my attention, one was a post that seemed to reference something she had posted the day before and the other was her saying that we all know a dirty so called so-and-so with my name, so I decided to go to his profile and then click through months and months of his posts, some were about our line of work, but everything else was related to Nolan and I, and I mean everything , there were posts of her complaining about her useless baby daddy buying things for everyone except his son, posts about how sad she felt about the breakup, posts about how she missed me and thought of me as a sister. about how I stole her boyfriend and a bunch of other people's nonsense talking about me, she made fun of my hobbies, she had directly referenced some of my posts and talked about how much she hated me and how I'm a dirty hoe and her subsequent posts were even As for putting my initials or full name on the post, there were even people in the comments egging her on and talking nonsense too, although no one knew who she was talking about, but I did, she always mentioned things that only the two.

We would know that she would always refer to our past experiences, without a doubt she was Lana and I knew it. I texted Kacey and told her I knew she was Lana. She played dumb and told me the initials were from another girl she knew when I looked at her. The name she gave me, not a single person on Facebook had that name when I told her she just brushed it off and tried to get me to talk about Lana so I decided to play along and talk harsh trash about her. I lied a lot. of things in an attempt to get her out, but in the end all she did was send a screenshot of our chat tool on her account in an attempt to make it look like Casey was real and was trying to help Lana by showing her what kind of person Casey was, then immediately deleted her account, she didn't block me, she deleted it.

She had a friend on my dad's checkout and none of them could find her profile, so another month passed and I found out that she had been reactivated. the account and since I can't block a deleted account, she was on my friends list again and also had access to my profile for who knows how many days so I blocked her and then she sent me friend and follow requests on three other websites in the name of KC that I also blocked was around this time that I and no one else started getting a lot of friend requests from obviously fake accounts, we would report them and block them and try to pretend she wasn't freaking out even though she clearly was one of these fake accounts was extremely obvious because she had poked me and no one else on the same day at the same time she was making fun of us.

I guess I blocked that account too. Keep in mind that at that time Elena had married her boyfriend. she was actually doing all this while she was married to someone else about a year later i thought she had stopped and when dad went to kasey's account on my friend's facebook because he wanted to see if she was still posting ok about me when I moved. Below I realized that I had missed a post the last time I looked at her profile. This post was about Lana making fun of the fact that my mother, yes my birth mother called her frequently to badmouth me and also give her information about Nolan and me.

Turns out my mom and Lana went to the same college and I guess my mom figured what better way to make friends than to help someone stalk her daughter. She always asked me about mine and no one's relationship quite frequently. Now I know why she always. She talked bad about Lana and she acted like the perfect mother to my face. She didn't raise me, so I never trusted her one hundred percent and for that reason I never gave her my phone number, address or any other information I considered private. Every time my dog ​​went missing she would try to convince me to post my address on Facebook and kept saying how important it was for people to know exactly where she disappeared, from what pile of horse shit, thank God I didn't because it could have woken me up. . to Lana hitting my head or worse for a while there I was legitimately very paranoid every time I went to the store or went out I was always watching my surroundings very closely because if Lana was willing to beat up a girl, no one had been out for three weeks without provocation, what would he do to me if he saw me in public?

I will kill me? I had never met someone so obsessive, let me tell you Elena was a horrible friend, she was manipulative, bossy, critical, rude, erratic, narcissistic and let's not forget it. totally double when i felt my first heartbreak she spent the whole night talking shit about the guy who said she deserved better eventually i talked shit to her to make myself feel better and what does she do she sends him a message on facebook and tells him everything she said about him, made me feel guilty for having other friends, convinced me to abandon one of my good friends just because she didn't approve of her, she often ignored me when people were around, if I complained about someone, she always told that person what that I would say, even if I had said something worse about them, I would go through people's Facebooks and laugh at them and talk about how stupid they were and not in a nice way.

This person is scum for being a bit stupid. She always made me feel ridiculous for liking the things I liked and I never felt like she could ever be myself. Around her, I'm absolutely amazed at how many people Lana has manipulated, even her poor husband probably doesn't know she was a stalker, so yeah, there you go. Lana cyberbullied me for two years and what if she had given my address to my mother. it could have turned into actual harassment, she hasn't been trying to harass me for a while, although I cut my mom off and deleted all but 40 people from my Facebook and made all my social media accounts totally private to prevent this from happening . never again I really hope to never hear from Lana again.

The last obvious sign I've gotten of her still trying to harass me is from a fake account that sent me a friend request about three months ago. an account that was a few months old had the same last name as my friend and only liked Facebook pages, one was a grocery store page and the other was mine, my dark Facebook page, my page that has spaces between Japanese letters and letters. in my page name you have to know the exact name or have a link to find my page that I had already had to ban Lin and Casey because both accounts liked it too.

Sometimes I really wonder if Lenna is even trying to be. Whether she's secretive or just plain stupid, at least her attempts are few and far between now, so I no longer consider her stalking me anyway. If you finish this, sorry for such a long story. I was really young when this all happened and I made some really dumb decisions, so go easy on me. I know I'm not one hundred percent mistake-free on this and yes, nobody and I are still together. In fact, we're celebrating our fourth anniversary in a couple of days. months and I couldn't be happier, so Anna, I really hope I never talk to you again and I really hope that eventually you stop harassing me for good, it's time to move on.

I'd like to think I have pretty decent instincts now when it comes to knowing who has bad intentions, but I wasn't always as aware and observant as I am now when I was in high school. I always felt so ugly that I had low self-esteem and anxiety, which was actually more of a problem. than my appearance, so if someone of the opposite sex paid me even a little attention, I would always start to like them. She was innocent enough despite how desperate she was. I had only kissed one boy, so when I was 17 and a college boy became interested. inside me I immediately latched onto him he was on this app and I met this guy who lived about seven hours from my city his name was Brandon and he was beautiful blonde hair muscular blue eyes the whole package he played football for his college and he honestly had 19 years old, not my usual type.

I really liked boys with darker hair and eyes. I still like them, but he was very handsome and very kind. He always showered me with compliments and talked to me the entire time I lived alone. apartment alone with my cats so everything was getting lonely or scared and he always comforted me after a month of talking he started asking me for pictures, not of my face but obviously nudes or bra pictures. This was almost six years ago and I really didn't have a good concept of stranger danger on the Internet. I mean, smartphones had only been around for about two or three years at this point, at least in my school and in my age group, 17-year-old me, who was so insecure, wanted to do he was happy because I couldn't believe that I would have gotten a boy like him.

I was ready to do anything he asked of me. I never sent naked pictures because I was too insecure for that, but he would send pictures of me and my bra, he always showered me with compliments saying how sexy and beautiful he was and over time I fell in love with every word. I started to get angry, even though I wanted to see it. He always sent him pictures whenever he asked me, but he never sent me any. He always showed them to me. body photos of him shirtless or other things, but the photos were always very poor quality when I started to be too persistent, he always promised that he would start calling me for some reason, this really appeased me and we talked many times a week afterwards.

Over a couple of months he became increasingly sexual with me telling me what he wanted to do with me and how much he wanted me. This made me very nervous since I had only kissed one boy, but it also made me a little excited. It felt great to be loved by someone I had really liked. This was all during the first semester of my senior year of high school and I was going to turn18 years old the following semester at the end of January, when Christmas arrived. talk about coming to my city to maybe see me on my birthday, this made me very excited as I wanted to see him in person so much that we had first talked about going with him, something he had really insisted on, but I chickened out and said that he couldn't drive alone, which was an excuse.

I really didn't want to go to an older boy's house and be alone with him. My own home made me feel safer. We planned a weekend after my birthday and everything. He seemed fine, but one day in my choir class, my best friend, an exchange student from Germany, was talking to me about him. She was telling her about him and showing her pictures and she became very uneasy. Have you seen it on video? I told her no and she. She gave me a very skeptical look. Something doesn't feel right about this. There's no way he's real.

It's not that you can't date someone like him, but he's too perfect. She was very direct and direct with me about it. Something my other friends were. So I took his words deeply and I'm so grateful I did. I immediately asked for a photo of his face. He made up some kind of excuse about him not being able to take a photo at that time, so I persisted by asking about each Finally, my instincts kicked in and I was freaking out. I told him I wanted him to video call me and he said no. One night I fought with him for hours telling him that if he tells me the truth I won't get angry. he refused, I put the name he gave me on Facebook determined to find it on my own if he wasn't going to give in, he couldn't think of anything, I texted him saying I couldn't find his Facebook and he gave in. him giving me a completely different name and then he told me that's me.

I remember feeling very cold when I read that, I looked up the account and everything he had told me was a total lie, his name compared to his age, everything was about 25 years old. Definitely not 19. he was terrified. I thought he had been talking to someone only two years older, which is legal in my state, but he was a year older. I immediately stopped texting him, but that's when he started getting really obsessed. He sent me dozens of text messages. times a day and he always called me again and again he begged me to answer him and give him a chance then he started threatening me to answer he told me he had saved all my photos he saved them all and told me he would send them all to my friends friends and family on Facebook, he would show everyone me and my bra and show all our messages talking about what he wanted to do to me sexually if we met, looking back, all of that was much more damaging to him. than me, but I was young and stupid and afraid that I hated my body so much and was absolutely terrified of people seeing it, so I started talking to him again, much more reserved and cautious, this time the day was getting closer little more to my birthday and the weekend that I had planned that our messages had become dull and short as I was trying to make him lose interest in me, but he never gave up, if he ever took too long to send me a message, he threatened me again.

My birthday fell on a Monday that year and he sent me. I received all kinds of messages. I don't even remember what I did that birthday. I didn't have many friends and I've never liked celebrating, so it was probably small when Friday rolls around. I got a text from him that morning saying he was driving to my city and they would pick me up at school. I was absolutely terrified by this. He had lost a lot of my friends the previous semester, so they obviously had no idea about my situation out of complete desperation. I went with one of my boys. friends I hadn't spoken to in a couple of months and I told him everything.

He was an old friend, so he was very understanding and he promised to follow me home that day. I went straight to my car ignoring the large amount of text messages saying where are you? I'm here. My friend drove after me to my apartment, which he had no idea I lived in, and he actually stayed with me while I cried for a while. I turned off my phone and my friend. I left later in the night Brandon had no idea where I was going but he was still very paranoid. What if he somehow found me? Only about three people knew where I lived with my friend at the moment and he didn't come into contact with any of them. when I finally turned my phone back on, he was threatening me once again.

He was so exhausted and fed up that I started spamming him, yelling at him and venting. I told him that it was stressing me out and that what he was doing was wrong. I told him to send the message. pictures and then I didn't care anymore I started attacking his character telling him that no one could love him if he hides who he is and then he treats people like shit when they catch him in a lie, luckily for me he cared enough about me. To take my words seriously, he apologized and then told me that he deleted all the photos.

He swore to leave me alone as long as we could talk from time to time as friends. I agreed even though I knew he was lying. I talked to him for about a month with responses from Schorr until he finally gave up, even now at 22 years old. I still see his name appearing. Sometimes I blocked his number and deleted him from everything. His name still pops up sometimes on my Instagram or Snapchat when he tries. To Riad, he is the reason I no longer give out my name or photo, so Brandon, you lied and collected underage photos of me and then threatened me with them, you are a terrible person, don't contact me ever again.