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Speaker 1 (00:06):
I met a man who well name is John on Tinder.
He was kind and well spoken, and we had gone
in four or five dates before he invited me over
to his home. I'd known him for almost a month
and was ready for this next step to start dating
outside of the public scene. I drove over to his
house at six point thirty, where he said he would
have a nice homemade dinner ready for us. Driving up
(00:29):
to his house, there were two cars in the driveway.
I never asked if he had roommates or anything, so
I thought maybe that's what this was. I didn't see
it as a bad thing, but just something that he
should have told me before coming over. I drove back
around and parked on the curb in front of his house.
I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
(00:52):
John opened the door quickly with a big smile and
invited me in. Upon first look, the appearance of his
home home really put me off. I'm not some girl
looking for a rich guy to be my sugar daddy
or anything, but I do like a well put together man.
This house almost looked like a hoarder's house, Trash everywhere,
(01:14):
random things tossed on the furniture, and barely any room
to walk. I faked a smile and followed him into
the kitchen, trying not to let him notice my disgust.
By now, I'd already decided in my mind that this
probably isn't the right guy for me, but I didn't
want to be disrespectful and fully commit to ending things.
(01:34):
After just seeing his house for the first time, the
kitchen was less messy, seeming like it had been cleaned
up recently. On the table were two plates of food,
but after seeing the place I didn't have an appetite anymore.
I kindly told him that my stomach wasn't feeling well
today and that I tried to eat it later. His reaction, though,
(01:56):
was off putting. He just looked at me as if
he was shocked by my answer and was in deep
thought about what to say. I couldn't look him in
the eyes for more than a few seconds before it
just got weird. When I looked away, I think he
snapped out of it. Oh, okay, it's cool. Then he
took my plate and put it in the fridge. I
(02:19):
started up a conversation, asking how his day was and
if anything new was going on with him. He answered normally,
but it seemed like something else was on his mind.
He was looking around, trying to be sneaky about it,
and seemed almost nervous. Him looking around reminded me about
the cars in the driveway. Hey, I saw you had
(02:41):
a bunch of cars in the driveway. Do you have roommates,
I asked politely. Uh. Yeah, they're away for the weekend, though,
he said. Then he got up and excused himself, saying
he had to take a call, and walked back toward
the living room. The way he was acting was nothing
(03:02):
like before. I didn't like it at all. I heard
him softly talking on the phone for thirty seconds. Then
he came back and set his phone down on the table. Sorry,
he said, sitting down. I smiled, but it was getting
hard to fake it. I didn't really feel safe for
comfortable in his house, so I knew I needed to leave.
(03:25):
He was looking around again, and I was just trying
to get the courage to tell him that I was
going to go, until a thump came from upstairs. Right
when it sounded, John looked directly at me, as if
checking whether or not I heard it. Give me a second,
He got up and quickly walked up the stairs, and
(03:48):
just a moment later, his phone that was still sitting
on the table lit up. Normally I wouldn't snoop on
someone's business like that, but I felt justified given this
whole ordeal. I stood up and leaned over, seeing it
was a text from a number that wasn't saved as
a name. The text was short reading do you have
(04:10):
her yet? I stood there in a panic for a second,
trying to wrap my head around the text, before I
heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. I sprinted out
the front door as footsteps were quickly coming behind me
from inside the house. I got in my car and
floorted out of the neighborhood. I took some time to
(04:33):
calm down as I sat in my car in my driveway.
Then I called the police. I didn't know if there
was something going on or not, but I don't feel
like I was in the wrong for believing there was.
Why would he lie about nobody being home? And what
was that text supposed to mean? It all added up
in my mind. But the police questioned John along with
(04:56):
his roommate that was upstairs. They even allowed the off
officers to do a quick search of the home but
they found nothing pointing to any bad intentions. The officer sympathized,
saying they understood my concerns and that they would have
felt the same, but there just wasn't anything else they
could do. So now I'm left to just hope that
(05:17):
I took it all the wrong way and there was
nothing else going on. Just a simple lie, he told,
and a strange message that meant nothing. I'm a twenty
six year old female, and at the time I was
(05:37):
twenty three and in college. I used Tinder throughout the
second half of my college years. I wasn't exactly looking
for a long term relationship, but I also wasn't entirely
avoiding it either. If things seemed more serious, then I'd try.
Otherwise we'd just have some fun and move on. After
(05:58):
school on Friday, I went back to my dorm and
sat in bed, swiping left and right on the app.
I was hoping to have something to do over the weekend.
After some time, one of the guys responded. We talked
it up for an hour or so, then he asked
me out on a date for Sunday night. I agreed,
(06:19):
though it was rather quick to ask me out. We
texted for a while longer, mostly about school and hobbies.
He said he went to the same school as me,
but was in the dorm building on the opposite side
of the campus. Anyway, on Saturday we texted back and
forth a few more times, and come Sunday, I met
(06:39):
him at a popular restaurant not far from the campus
over dinner. He didn't strike me as anything but a
normal person, so normal that he was almost a little boring.
I found him attractive, though, and thought he was maybe
holding back on a lot due to just meeting me.
Once we finished, we went outside and said no date
(07:00):
for the next week. As I said goodbye and started
walking away, he asked me if I needed a ride home.
Living in the dorms at the campus, I didn't have
a car, so I just walked everywhere, including the restaurant.
I was surprised he even had a car, since he
lived at the school as well, but I was even
more surprised that he offered me a ride. It seemed
(07:23):
like he was trying to make his move for tonight,
which I wasn't expecting. But seeing as I enjoyed my
time with him and he was just like any other guy,
I took him up on the offer. The campus was
a twenty five minute walk away, so if nothing else,
at least i'd be back sooner. He showed me over
to his car, which was just an older black Honda Suv.
(07:46):
I got into the passenger seat and he started driving.
As soon as we were on the road, things started
to get awkward. I tried making small talk, but he
wasn't really responding, so I sat back and neither of
us talked. After a few minutes, he took a left turn.
The campus was to the right, in the complete opposite direction.
(08:11):
I felt a lump in my throat and my body
got stiff. That feeling of something awful about to happen
had fallen over me. Hey, I think you missed the turn,
I said, nicely, trying to hide any hint of fear
in my voice. No, he muttered. I was looking over
at him, but his gaze was locked on the road.
(08:34):
Where are you taking me? He didn't respond. I didn't
know what else to ask. I told him to let
me out of the car, in one last effort to
get out of the situation without anything escalating. He still
didn't respond. The further out he drove, the more remote
the area became My head was aching from the fear
(08:59):
of getting too far to be able to find any
way out of this. I still have my phone in
my pocket, which I knew he was going to take
as soon as we stopped wherever he was taking me.
My plan, and really my only plan, was to try
to take out my phone as quickly as possible and
dial nine one one before he would have time to react.
(09:22):
I waited until he started making a turn, and right
when he looked the other way, I pulled my phone
out and with shaky hands, dial nine one one. He
noticed immediately trying to grab my phone mid turn and
jerking the car. I was able to keep myself away
from grasp while the phone rang, and as soon as
(09:42):
I heard a voice on the other side, I yelled
for help, saying the street names and direction we were going.
The man was still fighting me from my phone, hitting
me and pulling me toward him. In the midst of
the fight, he lost control of the car and ran
off the road straight into a speed limit sign. I
(10:04):
was dizzy and my vision was blurry, probably from a concussion,
but I could hear the operator on the phone talking
from somewhere under my seat. I almost forgot the situation
I was in, but once it came back to me,
I immediately looked over. The windshield was shattered and the
air bags were out, but the man I was with
(10:25):
was gone. I tried to see out the windows, but
he was nowhere. I didn't even remember seeing the windshield
shatter or the airbags go off, so I might have
even been unconscious for a few seconds or minutes without
knowing it. I searched for my phone, telling the operator
(10:45):
what happened and that I was okay. Officers came soon after.
I had no lasting injuries, just some pains around my body.
But what hurts the most is that I was so
sure they would catch the man, having his name, description,
and license plate, but I was wrong. The car was
(11:07):
stolen the day before, which was probably why he abandoned
it after the crash. His name was likely fake, although
it was a really generic name anyway, and his tender
account was removed, so all they have is a description
of what he looked like. I should have been more careful,
(11:28):
and I definitely have been ever since. What he planned
on doing with me is something too awful for me
to even think about. I just really hope that he's
not out there trying to do the same thing to
someone else. My girlfriend left me two weeks before this.
(11:55):
I know two weeks is not long enough to fully
process a breakup and start using Tinder, but I was desperate.
Within a few days, I had two girls I was
talking too regularly. I asked them both out on a
date for separate days, hoping one of them would be
a good match for me. Unfortunately, the first one ghosted me, though,
so I was left with just the one, making me
(12:16):
even more desperate. In her picture, she seemed like my
perfect type, blonde hair, blue eyes, and just really attractive.
Her personality, however, left much to be desired, at least
over text. She was bland and bad at conversation, but
some people are just better in person, so I figured
(12:36):
I'd give it a shot and continue with the date.
I decided on a cheap restaurant that she agreed was
close enough to her. On the night of the date,
I got ready and drove down, then texted her that
I was there and stood out in front of the restaurant.
I was five minutes early, so I wasn't expecting her
to show up right away, but after waiting for twenty minutes,
(12:58):
I tried calling her. The phone rang for a few
then she answered, Hey, where are you. I'm right outside
the place, I said. I waited a few seconds Hello.
She hung up without saying a word. Great, another girl
(13:18):
ghosted me. I was embarrassed and annoyed. I got back
in my car and drove home. I made myself a
bowl of cereal, then chilled on the couch and tried
to forget about life for a while. I passed out
around eight, still on the couch. When I woke up,
I reached for my phone to check the time, but
(13:39):
I couldn't find it. I opened my eyes a bit
wider and sat up, still searching for my phone. During
my search, I caught something in the corner of my eye.
My back door was slightly open, just barely, not even
enough to see through the crack between the door, but
opened slightly enough so that it wasn't even with the wall,
(14:01):
kind of like someone had pulled it partially closed so
that it wouldn't make the click sound. I stood still,
looking around. Everything felt like it became so quiet. I
took one last quick search for my phone, then gave
up and walked over to the back door. It was
just as I'd said, barely not closed. I always kept
(14:25):
every door locked, so this was a terrifying thing to
see after napping just a few feet away. I thought
maybe when the intruder saw me on the couch, they
must have just left. But then I started thinking about
my phone being gone. What if they'd stolen my phone,
they would have had to be right in front of me,
just inches away, probably watching me sleep. A shiver ran
(14:50):
through my body. These thoughts were just making me more scared.
I pushed the door shut and locked it, praying that
whoever it was had all already left. I then walked
around the first floor, checking the rooms, but not finding
anything worth noting. Then I went upstairs, which for some
(15:10):
reason had me more scared. I walked down the hallway,
looking in each room. Before I got to my bedroom,
I looked around the room, under the bed, everywhere, no
signs of anyone. I stepped back into the hall, closing
the door. I just thought to myself how creepy this was,
(15:32):
and tried to think of the best way to contact
the police without my phone. But then I heard something quiet,
soft breathing at going inside the closet behind me. I froze.
The longer I stood there, the more horrified I was.
(15:53):
I ran for the stairs and went out the front door.
There was a gas station at the end of the block,
so all the way there and got them to call
the police. By the time everything was settled, nobody was
in my home anymore. My phone was still missing, but
that was the only thing that was gone. My account
was backed up, though, so it wasn't too hard to
(16:15):
get a new phone and transfer all my apps and data.
A few weeks later, though, I went back on Tinder,
and that's when I started putting pieces together. The girl
that ghosted me and creepily answered my phone call no
longer existed. I thought that it would actually be possible
for them to have gone to the restaurant, but instead
(16:36):
of meeting me, followed me home. As for why they
took my phone, I'm not sure. The only reason I
can really think of is so that I couldn't call
the police or show them their account. There's still a
lot that doesn't make sense, though, like why they only
took my phone and what they were doing in my
(16:56):
house while I was sleeping
I met a man who well name is John on Tinder.
He was kind and well spoken, and we had gone
in four or five dates before he invited me over
to his home. I'd known him for almost a month
and was ready for this next step to start dating
outside of the public scene. I drove over to his
house at six point thirty, where he said he would
have a nice homemade dinner ready for us. Driving up
(00:29):
to his house, there were two cars in the driveway.
I never asked if he had roommates or anything, so
I thought maybe that's what this was. I didn't see
it as a bad thing, but just something that he
should have told me before coming over. I drove back
around and parked on the curb in front of his house.
I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
(00:52):
John opened the door quickly with a big smile and
invited me in. Upon first look, the appearance of his
home home really put me off. I'm not some girl
looking for a rich guy to be my sugar daddy
or anything, but I do like a well put together man.
This house almost looked like a hoarder's house, Trash everywhere,
(01:14):
random things tossed on the furniture, and barely any room
to walk. I faked a smile and followed him into
the kitchen, trying not to let him notice my disgust.
By now, I'd already decided in my mind that this
probably isn't the right guy for me, but I didn't
want to be disrespectful and fully commit to ending things.
(01:34):
After just seeing his house for the first time, the
kitchen was less messy, seeming like it had been cleaned
up recently. On the table were two plates of food,
but after seeing the place I didn't have an appetite anymore.
I kindly told him that my stomach wasn't feeling well
today and that I tried to eat it later. His reaction, though,
(01:56):
was off putting. He just looked at me as if
he was shocked by my answer and was in deep
thought about what to say. I couldn't look him in
the eyes for more than a few seconds before it
just got weird. When I looked away, I think he
snapped out of it. Oh, okay, it's cool. Then he
took my plate and put it in the fridge. I
(02:19):
started up a conversation, asking how his day was and
if anything new was going on with him. He answered normally,
but it seemed like something else was on his mind.
He was looking around, trying to be sneaky about it,
and seemed almost nervous. Him looking around reminded me about
the cars in the driveway. Hey, I saw you had
(02:41):
a bunch of cars in the driveway. Do you have roommates,
I asked politely. Uh. Yeah, they're away for the weekend, though,
he said. Then he got up and excused himself, saying
he had to take a call, and walked back toward
the living room. The way he was acting was nothing
(03:02):
like before. I didn't like it at all. I heard
him softly talking on the phone for thirty seconds. Then
he came back and set his phone down on the table. Sorry,
he said, sitting down. I smiled, but it was getting
hard to fake it. I didn't really feel safe for
comfortable in his house, so I knew I needed to leave.
(03:25):
He was looking around again, and I was just trying
to get the courage to tell him that I was
going to go, until a thump came from upstairs. Right
when it sounded, John looked directly at me, as if
checking whether or not I heard it. Give me a second,
He got up and quickly walked up the stairs, and
(03:48):
just a moment later, his phone that was still sitting
on the table lit up. Normally I wouldn't snoop on
someone's business like that, but I felt justified given this
whole ordeal. I stood up and leaned over, seeing it
was a text from a number that wasn't saved as
a name. The text was short reading do you have
(04:10):
her yet? I stood there in a panic for a second,
trying to wrap my head around the text, before I
heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. I sprinted out
the front door as footsteps were quickly coming behind me
from inside the house. I got in my car and
floorted out of the neighborhood. I took some time to
(04:33):
calm down as I sat in my car in my driveway.
Then I called the police. I didn't know if there
was something going on or not, but I don't feel
like I was in the wrong for believing there was.
Why would he lie about nobody being home? And what
was that text supposed to mean? It all added up
in my mind. But the police questioned John along with
(04:56):
his roommate that was upstairs. They even allowed the off
officers to do a quick search of the home but
they found nothing pointing to any bad intentions. The officer sympathized,
saying they understood my concerns and that they would have
felt the same, but there just wasn't anything else they
could do. So now I'm left to just hope that
(05:17):
I took it all the wrong way and there was
nothing else going on. Just a simple lie, he told,
and a strange message that meant nothing. I'm a twenty
six year old female, and at the time I was
(05:37):
twenty three and in college. I used Tinder throughout the
second half of my college years. I wasn't exactly looking
for a long term relationship, but I also wasn't entirely
avoiding it either. If things seemed more serious, then I'd try.
Otherwise we'd just have some fun and move on. After
(05:58):
school on Friday, I went back to my dorm and
sat in bed, swiping left and right on the app.
I was hoping to have something to do over the weekend.
After some time, one of the guys responded. We talked
it up for an hour or so, then he asked
me out on a date for Sunday night. I agreed,
(06:19):
though it was rather quick to ask me out. We
texted for a while longer, mostly about school and hobbies.
He said he went to the same school as me,
but was in the dorm building on the opposite side
of the campus. Anyway, on Saturday we texted back and
forth a few more times, and come Sunday, I met
(06:39):
him at a popular restaurant not far from the campus
over dinner. He didn't strike me as anything but a
normal person, so normal that he was almost a little boring.
I found him attractive, though, and thought he was maybe
holding back on a lot due to just meeting me.
Once we finished, we went outside and said no date
(07:00):
for the next week. As I said goodbye and started
walking away, he asked me if I needed a ride home.
Living in the dorms at the campus, I didn't have
a car, so I just walked everywhere, including the restaurant.
I was surprised he even had a car, since he
lived at the school as well, but I was even
more surprised that he offered me a ride. It seemed
(07:23):
like he was trying to make his move for tonight,
which I wasn't expecting. But seeing as I enjoyed my
time with him and he was just like any other guy,
I took him up on the offer. The campus was
a twenty five minute walk away, so if nothing else,
at least i'd be back sooner. He showed me over
to his car, which was just an older black Honda Suv.
(07:46):
I got into the passenger seat and he started driving.
As soon as we were on the road, things started
to get awkward. I tried making small talk, but he
wasn't really responding, so I sat back and neither of
us talked. After a few minutes, he took a left turn.
The campus was to the right, in the complete opposite direction.
(08:11):
I felt a lump in my throat and my body
got stiff. That feeling of something awful about to happen
had fallen over me. Hey, I think you missed the turn,
I said, nicely, trying to hide any hint of fear
in my voice. No, he muttered. I was looking over
at him, but his gaze was locked on the road.
(08:34):
Where are you taking me? He didn't respond. I didn't
know what else to ask. I told him to let
me out of the car, in one last effort to
get out of the situation without anything escalating. He still
didn't respond. The further out he drove, the more remote
the area became My head was aching from the fear
(08:59):
of getting too far to be able to find any
way out of this. I still have my phone in
my pocket, which I knew he was going to take
as soon as we stopped wherever he was taking me.
My plan, and really my only plan, was to try
to take out my phone as quickly as possible and
dial nine one one before he would have time to react.
(09:22):
I waited until he started making a turn, and right
when he looked the other way, I pulled my phone
out and with shaky hands, dial nine one one. He
noticed immediately trying to grab my phone mid turn and
jerking the car. I was able to keep myself away
from grasp while the phone rang, and as soon as
(09:42):
I heard a voice on the other side, I yelled
for help, saying the street names and direction we were going.
The man was still fighting me from my phone, hitting
me and pulling me toward him. In the midst of
the fight, he lost control of the car and ran
off the road straight into a speed limit sign. I
(10:04):
was dizzy and my vision was blurry, probably from a concussion,
but I could hear the operator on the phone talking
from somewhere under my seat. I almost forgot the situation
I was in, but once it came back to me,
I immediately looked over. The windshield was shattered and the
air bags were out, but the man I was with
(10:25):
was gone. I tried to see out the windows, but
he was nowhere. I didn't even remember seeing the windshield
shatter or the airbags go off, so I might have
even been unconscious for a few seconds or minutes without
knowing it. I searched for my phone, telling the operator
(10:45):
what happened and that I was okay. Officers came soon after.
I had no lasting injuries, just some pains around my body.
But what hurts the most is that I was so
sure they would catch the man, having his name, description,
and license plate, but I was wrong. The car was
(11:07):
stolen the day before, which was probably why he abandoned
it after the crash. His name was likely fake, although
it was a really generic name anyway, and his tender
account was removed, so all they have is a description
of what he looked like. I should have been more careful,
(11:28):
and I definitely have been ever since. What he planned
on doing with me is something too awful for me
to even think about. I just really hope that he's
not out there trying to do the same thing to
someone else. My girlfriend left me two weeks before this.
(11:55):
I know two weeks is not long enough to fully
process a breakup and start using Tinder, but I was desperate.
Within a few days, I had two girls I was
talking too regularly. I asked them both out on a
date for separate days, hoping one of them would be
a good match for me. Unfortunately, the first one ghosted me, though,
so I was left with just the one, making me
(12:16):
even more desperate. In her picture, she seemed like my
perfect type, blonde hair, blue eyes, and just really attractive.
Her personality, however, left much to be desired, at least
over text. She was bland and bad at conversation, but
some people are just better in person, so I figured
(12:36):
I'd give it a shot and continue with the date.
I decided on a cheap restaurant that she agreed was
close enough to her. On the night of the date,
I got ready and drove down, then texted her that
I was there and stood out in front of the restaurant.
I was five minutes early, so I wasn't expecting her
to show up right away, but after waiting for twenty minutes,
(12:58):
I tried calling her. The phone rang for a few
then she answered, Hey, where are you. I'm right outside
the place, I said. I waited a few seconds Hello.
She hung up without saying a word. Great, another girl
(13:18):
ghosted me. I was embarrassed and annoyed. I got back
in my car and drove home. I made myself a
bowl of cereal, then chilled on the couch and tried
to forget about life for a while. I passed out
around eight, still on the couch. When I woke up,
I reached for my phone to check the time, but
(13:39):
I couldn't find it. I opened my eyes a bit
wider and sat up, still searching for my phone. During
my search, I caught something in the corner of my eye.
My back door was slightly open, just barely, not even
enough to see through the crack between the door, but
opened slightly enough so that it wasn't even with the wall,
(14:01):
kind of like someone had pulled it partially closed so
that it wouldn't make the click sound. I stood still,
looking around. Everything felt like it became so quiet. I
took one last quick search for my phone, then gave
up and walked over to the back door. It was
just as I'd said, barely not closed. I always kept
(14:25):
every door locked, so this was a terrifying thing to
see after napping just a few feet away. I thought
maybe when the intruder saw me on the couch, they
must have just left. But then I started thinking about
my phone being gone. What if they'd stolen my phone,
they would have had to be right in front of me,
just inches away, probably watching me sleep. A shiver ran
(14:50):
through my body. These thoughts were just making me more scared.
I pushed the door shut and locked it, praying that
whoever it was had all already left. I then walked
around the first floor, checking the rooms, but not finding
anything worth noting. Then I went upstairs, which for some
(15:10):
reason had me more scared. I walked down the hallway,
looking in each room. Before I got to my bedroom,
I looked around the room, under the bed, everywhere, no
signs of anyone. I stepped back into the hall, closing
the door. I just thought to myself how creepy this was,
(15:32):
and tried to think of the best way to contact
the police without my phone. But then I heard something quiet,
soft breathing at going inside the closet behind me. I froze.
The longer I stood there, the more horrified I was.
(15:53):
I ran for the stairs and went out the front door.
There was a gas station at the end of the block,
so all the way there and got them to call
the police. By the time everything was settled, nobody was
in my home anymore. My phone was still missing, but
that was the only thing that was gone. My account
was backed up, though, so it wasn't too hard to
(16:15):
get a new phone and transfer all my apps and data.
A few weeks later, though, I went back on Tinder,
and that's when I started putting pieces together. The girl
that ghosted me and creepily answered my phone call no
longer existed. I thought that it would actually be possible
for them to have gone to the restaurant, but instead
(16:36):
of meeting me, followed me home. As for why they
took my phone, I'm not sure. The only reason I
can really think of is so that I couldn't call
the police or show them their account. There's still a
lot that doesn't make sense, though, like why they only
took my phone and what they were doing in my
(16:56):
house while I was sleeping
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