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October 13, 2025 59 mins

What’s the most disturbing encounter you’ve ever had with psychopaths in real life?

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What's the most disturbing encounter you've ever had with
psychopaths in real life? Story one.
I am a 36 year old woman living in Sweden.
I have worked in mental health care for the last 18 years,
mainly with people who have psychotic illnesses such as
schizophrenia. For 9 years I worked at a group
home and became very close with my Co workers there, especially

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two women. In my last few years at that
job, another woman started working there, let's call her M,
and the four of us grew very close.
She was timid, shy and friendly and we got along well.
However, she was often on long term sick leave because of her
own mental health issues, so we did not meet much at work, but

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she always showed up at our after work dinners, so we stayed
in touch even when she was not well enough to work full time.
She told us she had a history ofschizophrenia herself, just like
the patients we were treating, but that she was medicated and
had not had any psychotic episodes for years.
Because I have formal education in psychiatry and long
experience with schizophrenia, Ihave no judgement toward people

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suffering from the illness, and it did not bother me to be
friends with someone who had such a diagnosis.
Even after what I'm about to tell you, I still feel the same
way. In the summer of 2023, I had
moved on to work at a new place,also within mental health, but
this time in forensic psychiatry, a halfway house for

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mentally ill offenders, including murderers.
The four of us still met for dinner parties.
M told us she had been evicted from her apartment because of an
incident where she had accidentally entered her
neighbor's apartment in the middle of the night.
She said that in the large apartment complex, the doors all
look the same and she simply walked into the wrong door by

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accident. But the neighbors had created
drama and reported her to the police.
I felt that while eviction sounded like an overreaction,
perhaps the landlord judged her based on her medical history.
I asked if anything else had happened.
She said no. In Sweden it is very difficult
to get a contract for an apartment once you have been
evicted. You're almost blacklisted.

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M asked me if she could move in with me.
She was literally homeless. So I said of course you can.
I have always gotten myself intouncomfortable situations by
saying yes instead of thinking about myself, and I had no idea
how severe this situation would get.
I live in a small apartment, onebedroom that fits only a bed and
a desk, a living room with a couch and TV, a small kitchen in

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a small bathroom. I have two cats.
We decided that M would live in the living room.
I offered to throw out my couch so she could have a bed there,
but she said she was fine with sleeping on the couch.
I insisted, but she declined. There is a door between the
living room and bedroom, but between the living room and
hallway there is only an open arch.

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I hung up a thick velvet curtainto give her at least some
privacy. Another door connects my bedroom
to my kitchen. I have to keep one of these
doors open at night so my cats can move between the kitchen and
their litter boxes in the bathroom.
Naturally, I kept the kitchen door open and not the living
room door since that was where Mlived.
She was not working because she was on sick leave while I was

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working shifts. Sometimes I had to get up at
6:00 in the morning and sometimes I did not get home
until 11 at night. I have severe insomnia.
I need to combine zolpidem Ambien or still knock with
Lurgan Pro Medicine and even with that I still wake easily.
I told her I would appreciate itif she could try to stay quiet
on mornings when I had to get upat 6:00, but that it was fine to

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be louder on my days off or evening shifts.
She was a heavy smoker and coffee drinker so I even bought
her a coffee machine to make herliving situation more
comfortable. The coffee machine and sink were
placed right outside my bedroom door because the kitchen is so
small. The first night together when I
had to get up at 6 for my shift,I had trouble falling asleep as

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usual. M got up several times that
night to go out and smoke and woke me each time.
At 5:00 in the morning she started making coffee literally
outside my bedroom door and I woke up fully.
I asked her as nicely as possible why she was up so early
and she just said she could not sleep.
I apologized but explained I would appreciate it if she could

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wait until 6 to make coffee since I really needed that last
hour of sleep. Adding to the importance of
sleep is my epilepsy, which worsens when I do not sleep
enough. If I get fewer than four hours,
I have a high risk of seizures. This makes my job potentially
dangerous because I might fall or seize in front of mentally
unstable clients. She said she really wanted

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coffee with her cigarettes but would try to wait next time.
However, things did not improve.She kept waking me early and
promised to stop but continued making coffee.
I suggested making coffee the night before or drinking iced
coffee or cola instead, but she refused.
Meanwhile, she demanded that I be silent at 10 at night because
that was when she wanted to sleep and I respected that.

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She also had episodes of binge eating where she would empty my
fridge and pantry. Once I had bought a large loaf
of bread and she texted me 30 minutes after I left saying I'm
sorry I ate your loaf of bread, I'll buy it back once I get
money. Like an entire loaf in 30
minutes. I had told her when she moved in
to feel at home and that what was mine was hers so I could not

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really get angry. But it was becoming expensive
and inconvenient coming home hungry after a shift to find the
kitchen empty. M had long black hair that got
everywhere, in the sink, on the floor, in the bathtub.
She also left fingernails and toenails on the bathroom floor
and drops of urine on the toiletseat.

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I even saw a silver fish on the bathroom floor never before,
which probably thrived on the new dirty conditions.
At first, I tried to hint by leaving a broom and dustpan in
the bathroom, but that did not work.
Eventually I told her nicely with a smile.
Do you think we could try to clean the bathroom floor more
often? We lose hair when we brush, and

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I'm afraid we may get pests. I always said we instead of you,
so she would not feel attacked. She promised to think about it,
but nothing changed. I started dating a man and was
head over heels. He also lived with roommates so
we struggled to get any alone time.
I asked him if we could have onenight alone in the apartment
every now and then. And of course she would also get

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the apartment to herself sometimes.
She said she had nowhere to go, no friends or family.
I was not asking her to leave for 24 hours, just a few hours
to give us privacy. One of our old Co workers
offered that M could stay with her overnight but M resisted
saying she did not want to bother her.
We reassured her it was fine. Eventually she accepted and we

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arranged nights away for both ofus in turn.
When I came home the next morning, from my night away my
cat's water bowl was completely dry with no spill on the floor
as if it had been wiped. I had filled it to the brim the
night before. She said the cats must have
tipped it over but there was nothing on the floor.
Over time I, normally social cats, withdrew from her and

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mostly stayed in my bedroom, which puzzled me since she
seemed so timid. I had an old saucepan from the
1960s that meant a lot to me. It belonged to my grandmother
and held great nostalgic value. She burned it one day, left it
ruined on the stove, and went out to smoke without
apologizing. She also broke dishes several
times without replacing or apologizing.

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By then two months had passed. She kept waking me at night,
binge eating my food, never cleaning, never leaving, scaring
my cats and ruining my things. Then I realized she had stolen
my prescribed sleeping pills. Many of them.
I only get one per night and I need them.
I had 20 in my night stand when I left for work and when I came
home they were gone. She denied it, which was absurd

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because no one else had been there.
My frustration grew. The summer heat was strong and I
felt locked up in my tiny bedroom with my 2 cats, never
getting time to myself, rarely seeing the man I was dating and
living in a messy apartment withsomeone stealing from me.
Out of nowhere, an old elementary school classmate
messaged me on Facebook asking how I knew him.

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I said we were old Co workers and she needed a place to stay
after being evicted. He said do you know why she was
evicted? I repeated her story about
entering the wrong apartment. He said that's who.
That's not the full story. She broke in and stuck up to
their sleeping baby with a knifein her hand.
But luckily the father woke up and wrestled her down and saved

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the baby. I felt sick.
Could this be true? It would certainly explain the
eviction but it sounded so horrible and she was such a
timid girl. My friend had the full police
report. The couple was his ex-girlfriend
and her family. It seemed M had been psychotic.
During the break in it became clear she had lied to me about

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what had happened and about how long she had been stable.
I became paranoid and frustratedand really wanted her to move
out. We had a contract requiring 30
days notice. I knew that if I asked harshly
it would mean 30 days of chaos so I wanted to handle it nicely.
I looked for cheap hostels to suggest so she would not be on
the streets. I told her gently that I love

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living with her and felt horrible, but I missed my alone
time and the apartment was too small for two people.
I said it was not personal and that I would not want to live
with anyone right now and I hopewe would remain friends.
She looked crushed and said it was not possible.
I showed her the hostel, explained I felt suffocated, the
summer heat was hard and I needed sleep.

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She said OK, she would try to move, but not until 30 days had
passed. I agreed.
The first night after our talk, she got up and made coffee.
At 2:30 in the morning. I nearly had a breakdown.
I asked her in the morning, probably for the 10th time, not
to make coffee until I got up, but she did not answer, just
stared out the window. She kept being weird, kept

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making a mess, kept waking me, kept eating my food.
All I could think about was the incident with the baby and the
knife. Eventually I unplugged the
coffee maker and stored it in myattic, which she had no access
to. The next night I woke at 4:00 in
the morning to her making coffeein a saucepan.
I tried talking to her again, but she just stared and did not

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reply. Frustrated, I stored the
saucepan in the attic as well. The third night I had the man I
was dating sleepover because I was getting paranoid about her
behavior. I woke up from a light snooze to
him poking me and whispering look in the doorway.
M was standing silently staring at us.

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This was like a horror movie. Her long black hair over her
face. I waited to see if she was just
passing by but she stood still. It reminded me of the ending of
Paranormal Activity. I sat up and said what are you
doing, but before I could finishshe slammed the door shut and I
heard the sound of metal fallingon the floor and her running

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into the living room. I yelled you need to leave and
started crying hysterically. I did not go back to sleep.
In the morning I opened the doorshe had slammed and saw a
kitchen knife on the floor. The metal sound I had heard.
I took all my knives and locked them in the attic.
I asked a friend to come over. When I told em she had to move
out immediately. During the conversation I tried

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to stay calm. I knew she had a mental illness
and meant no harm, but I was scared and tired.
She did not answer me, just stared out the window.
She left the apartment and texted that I was disrespectful
for bringing a friend over to her place.
Night came and I thought it would be quiet with no coffee
maker or saucepan. But at 3:00 in the morning I

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woke to her burning dry coffee powder in a frying pan.
Her face was dead, her eyes black.
I suspected she was in psychosis.
I stopped the fire and she ran off to the living room in
silence. I knew she had an appointment
with her psychiatrist the next day.
While she was away, I packed allher things and texted her that
she needed to pick them up and give me my keys back and that I

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would pay for a hostel for the remaining 26 days.
She did not reply. The man I was seeing came to
keep me company in case she thought about it.
She did not. She left the keys without
looking at us and left. Our Co workers later told me she
moved in with a man she was dating and stayed there for a
few weeks until she got an apartment of her own.

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She started working again and I was happy to hear that.
Then in January of this year oneof our old Co workers told me
that M had called her saying everything must burn, that she
had a baby she must save and other delusional things.
She called 112, the Swedish emergency number, like 911, but
they did not take it seriously. M then burned her entire

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apartment down because the voices told her to burn
everything to save her friends and family.
Neighbors tried to rescue her, but she fought them off, ran
back in and poured liquor on thefire to make it burn more.
She was arrested and sentenced last week for aggravated arson.
She will serve her time in a mental institution or prison for
a long time, possibly forever. Ironically, probably at the

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facility where I used to work, my old Co worker who was a
witness at the trial said M had stopped taking her medication
Abilify because she thought it made her feel numb and believed
she was stable enough without it.
Apparently not. She had also stopped taking her
medication during the week she stayed at my house.
So when she stared blankly into space she was going into

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psychosis. When she stared at me with a
knife in her hand when she burned the frying pan that last
night. It is disturbing to think about
what might have happened to me and my cats if she had stayed or
if I had been a heavy sleeper. I also think about what might
have happened to that baby she snuck up on before she was
evicted. And yes, I know it sounds crazy

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that I did not just throw her out by then.
It was complicated. The reason I have not been able
to talk about it with my friendsis because they sympathize with
her and minimize my experience. They think I am making a bigger
deal of it than it was. I sort of understand since they
never saw the darkness in her eyes that I saw in those last
couple of days. Story 2.

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I live in a village in the middle of the English
countryside. To paint an accurate picture of
its size. It has a population of 4000 but
feels more like 1000 due to its spread out nature and being
surrounded on all sides by fields, farms and woods that
eventually connect to a pretty famous forest.
It is kind of in the middle of nowhere and because of this has

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notoriously poor phone and Internet connections.
Having lived here all my life, Iknow the place like the back of
my hand. I know where all the public
footpaths through the woods and fields are, where they connect,
which are shortcuts and where tocross deep streams.
I have gone on walks in this area throughout my childhood,
with parents and alone As an adult.

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Nothing bad had happened and I felt safe here.
This story takes place last summer in July after I moved
back home from university, had yet to get a job and smoked a
lot of weed, the habit my parents despised in which I
tried to keep hidden from them by going for evening walks,
multiple pre rolled joints hidden in my hoodie pocket as

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usual. That day they both got home at
5:00 in the afternoon. We had dinner but chatted longer
than usual as my mom had had a hectic day and was telling me
about it. And because of this I ended up
heading out for my walk an hour later than routine, around 7:00
in the evening. But as it was summer the sun was
still shining so I honestly did not really notice that it would

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start getting dark while I was still out.
The woodland closest to my houseis less than 5 minutes away and
you enter through a gate into a farmers field and you can see
across the open area quite far until the first set of small
woods obscures your view which is where I was heading as I
knew. This track takes under two hours
and leads back onto the same path I was standing on.

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More than enough time to smoke the three joints in my pocket
and for the smell to leave my clothing.
I had thought this entire area is very popular for dog wall
curse so it is not unusual to see other people while you are
about and as this is a village everybody says hello to
everybody. I lit my first joint and started

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walking in my own world for a while until I was less than 100
feet before the entrance to the woods when an elderly man was
coming out of them throwing a ball for his colleague.
I finished my joint and stubbed it out and as I got closer I
recognized it was John who livedon the road next to mine and
knew my grandpa and we stopped and said hello as I stroked his

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dog Max. While talking I saw another man
coming out of the woods with no dog, wearing a bright green
jacket, very tall and he had a good ten years on me age wise.
John and I chatted another minute, said goodbye and he
warned me not to stay out too long as it would start getting
dark soon. True the sky was bright pink and

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orange, the sun was indeed beginning to set and I had not
really noticed. I continued down the path toward
the man, and when we were nearlypassing each other, I looked up
to make brief eye contact, smiled and said hello like
everyone here does, even if you do not recognize the person.
And my eyes instantly met his because he was already looking

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at me, his dark eyes locked on mine.
He was not smiling, and althoughI did not know him at all, I
knew something was wrong. It was in his eyes.
So I swallowed my politeness andlooked at the ground as we
passed my city, living at university having taught me to
heed red flags while my country manners evaporated.
I quicken my pace a little and before entering the woods, slyly

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look back. The guy was still walking in the
same direction, following John, and I felt relieved, laughed,
cursed the weed for making me paranoid, lit another joint and
walked into the woods. It takes about 30 minutes to
follow the path through the woods to the end, where the
pathway exits into another fieldthat leads to another set of
woods. The sky was now Violet, the

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dimming light having been O skewed by the trees, and I was
already smoking my last joint and was near the entrance to the
second set of woods when I felt it, fear complete and absolute,
working its way like electricitythrough every layer of flesh.
I had never felt anything like it before since, but I knew what
it was and I whipped around. Standing at the exit of the

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first set of woods was the man, and I could still make out his
green jacket in the fading light.
He had doubled back, and very quickly too, and I had looked
back several times while in those trees and he had not been
there for a second. I froze, as did he because he
knew I had seen to Sprint. The distance between us would
take him about 5 minutes as he was obviously in good shape.

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I threw the spliff and bolted into the woods the only way I
could go, and I did not dare look behind me.
I sprinted for a couple of minutes before taking a sharp
left turn off the path into the trees, hoping to throw him off,
but I could not see a thing. The light was already darkening
and the trees made it far worse,especially now I was in the
thick of them, their branches catching on my clothes like

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fingers and whipping and scratching my bare legs so badly
I bled. I ran and ran, my lungs
protesting in pain and hating mefor smoking so much while my
heart threw itself against my rib cage trying to escape.
I could not go anymore, so I threw myself on the ground
behind a thick trunk, back against it, knees to my chest,

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hand over my mouth to stifle my labored breathing while trying
to pump air into my lungs for the next Sprint.
I listened for the first time a few seconds, passing silently,
and then I heard him. Heavy footfalls, snapping twigs
behind me and about 20 feet to my left.
I dared not look in case he saw me.

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I had my phone but knew I had little chance of signal where I
was and knew he would either hear me talking or see the light
from the display. I am not ashamed to say I
started to cry, tears falling silently down my cheeks and I
heard a deep voice exclaim, asking where I was and saying he
knew I was there and had seen me.

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I clasped both hands across my mouth to stop a scream escaping.
I could hear him moving around and I panicked but found enough
courage to slowly peek from behind the tree.
He was about 10 feet behind me, less than 20 feet to the left
with his back to me. I moved back and searched the
area, picked up a heavy rock, carefully checked on him again,

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saw his back still turn while hesearched through the trees,
hunch low, and I made a snap decision and with everything I
had left through the rock behindme, me and to the right, it
clattered through branches and made a lot of noise, and I
watched him immediately bolt in its direction, laughing.
I paused, listening to his footsteps get quieter until I

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thought I would not be so visible if I moved, then threw
myself forward and ran, trying to put as much distance between
us as possible. Though I knew I was getting
farther from home, I knew there had to be a stream close by, and
if I found it I could follow it as it borders the land and runs
parallel to some of the footpaths.
I ran until the trees finally cleared and I could just make

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out another field beyond them, thank God, pushed a little
further until I was out of the trees, and then the ground
disappeared from beneath my feetand I went head over shoulders,
down the embankment into the stream.
I crashed into the water, my open mouth and lungs filling
with muddy water, and as I spluttered it out I felt
relieved to have found the stream and terrified.

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He had heard me and my phone wasnow ruined.
I slowly made my way downstream as quietly as possible,
listening out for him the whole time as the stream borders the
woods, looking up periodically just in case.
After a while, maybe half an hour, I noticed the trees begin
to thin out and realize this is the edge of the woods where I
would have been exiting and where the pathway connects to

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the original 1 I started on, andif I ran I could get home in
less than 20 minutes. As quietly as I could I dragged
myself on my stomach back up theembankment, wanting to stay as
low as possible, peaked over thetop and could just make out the
opening of the woods exit path about 50 feet away.
I sat and scanned the forest line for a couple of minutes,

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eyes trying to make out movementdespite it now being pitch black
and I heard nothing. So I pushed myself up and
sprinted as fast as I could across the field onto the
pathway, knowing the gate I had entered through was in the
adjoining field and really was not far and I was so happy.
A shouted insult came from across the field and I swear my

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legs nearly gave out then and there because he had been
waiting for me. I turned my head and saw him
sprinting out of the woods at full pelt and I cried out and
pushed myself further, tears coating my face and all I could
do was run. I crossed into the main field
and I could see the moonlight shining off the metal gate and
my house was just 5 minutes awayafter that and I have never

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focused on anything as much as that gate.
He was faster than me and getting closer, shouting threats
the whole time, and I ran and ran, pushing myself up and over
the gate, then ran up the road. I dared to look as I made the
turn from my road and he was still following me.
So I raced up my driveway and threw myself through the door,

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running into the living room crying and screaming
hysterically and pointing towardthe door, and my dad ran outside
while my mom grabbed hold of me as I collapsed shaking.
As it turns out, my parents had already called the police
because I had said I was going out for an hour or so at 7 and
it was now past 12 in the morning and I had not answered
When they called my now broken phone, which is very unlike me.

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We called the police again to explain.
They came and I gave a full statement.
Both my parents and the officerswere horrified as nothing like
this happens here and there has no he'd been a reported rape or
murder in the last 100 years. But one look at me and it was
obvious I was telling the truth as I was covered head to toe in

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cuts and bruises, soaking wet and covered in mud and blood.
I will not go into how this experience changed me as it is
depressing but I will say the thing that scares me most is
that they never even had a suspect and despite him
following me so closely he was gone by the time my dad ran
outside. So that person is still out

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there and who knows what he is really capable of.
Story three I am 22 years old now and we used to have a
neighbor who was around 60 to 70years old.
He died a few years ago, but when he was still alive he
caused us so much trouble. Scratching our car, poisoning
our apple trees and grass, even setting off a firework near me

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when I was four that made me temporarily deaf in one ear.
His son was a judge in our city,so pretty much everything we
took to court ended up against us.
I remember my dad often calling us from work to tell us not to
be alone at home and we would have to stay at grandma's.
When I was little, around six orseven, I would frequently have

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nightmares about seeing a face outside the bathroom window,
which is above our bathtub and high enough that no one could
actually see in unless they climbed onto the roof of our
shed, which is directly under the bathroom window in our
garden. And that shed is right next to
the fence that separates our garden from the neighbors.
I still remember those dreams vividly, having them almost

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every other night. But I never told my parents
because we never really talked about things like that.
So I kept it to myself and grew up thinking they were only
dreams. Last year, while speaking with
my therapist about personal problems, I mentioned them.
And later, at home, when my mom asked what I had talked about, I
finally shared that I used to have such dreams.

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I never thought they might have been real, but she told me I had
actually told her when I was a child that I saw our neighbor on
the shed's roof and though I do not remember saying that, she
said I mentioned it several times and even my friends told
her they had seen him there whenthey came over, which creeped
them out. Apparently.
I never told her he had been watching me shower but after she

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reminded me it clicked and I suddenly remember that yes I do
think it was him and it makes sense and the fact that it
happened still creeps me out. There was another incident when
I was around 9 or 10 that fry tend me when I went on to the
balcony in the evening to call my cat home as I often did, and

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saw a person standing in the middle of our garden, already
dark so I could not tell who it was.
I waited a bit but the person did not move, just stood staring
forward. So I called out dad expecting it
to be him even though it seemed odd, but the person looked up at
me and though it was dark I could tell it was not him,

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partly because my eyes had adjusted and I could make out
the silhouette better. I ran to tell my dad who was
downstairs, but when he looked no one was there.
And when I went back upstairs tothe balcony again, I noticed the
neighbors back door closing justas I looked, and not long after
our grass turned brown and we found it had been poisoned even

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in spots well beyond his property's reach.
Story four. In 2019 I graduated with my
master's degree and moved to a relatively rural area for my
PhD. Thinking we would make an
investment, my dad and I purchased a house with the plan
to rent it out once I completed my studies.
This house was only a block awayfrom a dive bar where my dad

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made some good friends and he introduced me to everyone who
told me I would be so happy in my new house because my next
door neighbor was the nicest guyyou could ever meet.
When we met he did seem nice enough and suggested we exchange
numbers in case I ever needed anything, which I thought was a
good idea. In a few days later my dad left
to return to his home in anotherstate, leaving me on my own.

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Literally the day he left it started.
My neighbor texted me while I was away saying he left a gift
for me on my porch and in this exchange he started calling me
sweetie and cutie. When I got home I found he had
left a hand painted feeding dishfor my cats in my mailbox.
At first I was not alarmed and thought he was just being nice,
but the next day he sent more texts with pet names and I made

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sure he knew I was not interested in anything romantic.
He replied with a rambling message about how all a person
needs is friends and that he wanted to be friends with me.
After that he sent texts frequently inviting me fishing
or telling me he had left gifts on my porch, and I often did not
reply or just told him I was busy, not wanting to be rude but

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also not interested in more thanneighborly contact.
One night I got a text from the manager of the bar down the
street warning me not to answer my door if he knocked because my
neighbor had walked into the barwith a hatchet and told the
bartender he was hearing voices that grew louder as he got
closer, threatening to hurt someone if they did not stop.
The police came, took the hatchet but made no arrest, and

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the bar manager picked me up to spend the night at her house,
telling me the police said he was on meth.
After that I tried to keep more distance, but things got
stranger. One day I found a dead squirrel
in my driveway, clearly run overand then placed right by my
driver's door, and when I got home later it was gone.
Soon after he texted me saying someone or something put a dead

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squirrel in your driveway. Don't worry, I moved it for you,
which felt odd and I suspected he was the one who put it there.
Another time he placed an unspent shotgun shell on his
front yard bricks and told me itwas a warning for anyone walking
between our houses. For months I avoided him as best
as I could, making excuses or ignoring his invitations, though

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he would still text as soon as Igot home saying he was watching
me come and go. Around Halloween he crafted a
large casket with the words Herelies the last son of a bitch who
played mind games November 2012,which was bizarre and unsettling
and eventually I stopped responding entirely.
Less than two weeks later he threw a £50 concrete flower pot

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at my front door, so I called the police who advised me to get
a stalking no contact order. Days later while watching TVI
got a notification that he was trying to cast a video to my
screen, which I declined twice and I filed another report.
During this time I began the process for a stalking no
contact order, saw three victim advocates who all told me

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different things, and then whileI was out of town at a
conference, someone attempted tobreak into my home.
My ADT system alerted me and though they failed to enter, I
knew it had happened. When I returned, the world had
just shut down because of COVID,leaving me trapped at home 24/7
with my stalker neighbor next door.

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Though luckily court proceedingsfor Protection Orders continued.
Right before court he texted apologizing, admitting he made
me uncomfortable and even commenting on my hair and looks.
In court I presented all my evidence, the timeline, texts
asking if I wanted a massage, texts were ID old him, his

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comments were inappropriate and even his acknowledgement that he
made me uncomfortable. I told the judge I suspected he
had tried to break in and he didnot deny anything, instead
admitting full accountability, claiming he was in recovery and
not opposing the order. In March 2020 I received the
stalking no contact order. For a while things were quieter,

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though he still did odd things until he got back on drugs when
we found another unspent shotguncasing in my flower bed, similar
to his earlier warning, which I suspected was aimed at my
boyfriend who had just moved in.By New Year's 2021, I was awoken
to him screaming obscenities at my bedroom window for 7 minutes,

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calling me names and threateningto blow up his house.
And though I call police, they told me because he never said my
name, it was not a violation of the order and that yelling in
your own house was not illegal. After that, I parked on the
street to avoid his porch, livedwith curtains drawn, and bought
over $1000 in cameras covering every inch of my yard.

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Since then, neighbors and I haveseen him talking to people who
were not there and yelling strange things like I have
Cheerios on my necklace or I'll put my penis in your butt.
And then last week I caught him on camera screaming threats
again, yelling about a sweatshirt and threatening to
get a shotgun, but police only gave him an ordinance violation

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for disturbing the peace, sayinghe was likely off his
medication. Last night at 1:00 in the
morning I was awoken by hammering and found him cutting
down his privacy fence horizontally until it was only
three feet tall, the one thing that made me feel safe in my
backyard now gone. As I write this he is still
outside cutting the fence down and I am exhausted just wanting

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to live in a house where I know my neighbor will not try to hurt
me or break in. But with four cats of my own,
plus my partner's cat and dog, renting is nearly impossible and
I refuse to rehome them. So my dad has agreed to cosign a
new mortgage and I have taken a second job so we can save to
move. But until then, I am stuck

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living next door to this nightmare story farm.
While this was almost 16 years ago, I still remember every
detail vividly. It was so random and distinctly
bizarre that I will never forgetit.
At the time I was 20 years old and after visiting friends in

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college for the weekend, I foundmyself traveling home alone and
taking a late train from Boston out to the suburbs where my car
was parked. I was running late and very
concerned about missing the lastsubway out of Boston, but
gratefully the train I needed pulled up quickly.
Though I remember being annoyed at myself for creating stress
with such a close call, as I wasdefinitely on either the very

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last or the next to last train out of Boston.
While I could have stayed with friends if I missed it, I had to
work in the morning and my phonewas completely dead.
The ride was long and slow and there was hardly anyone on the
train once we left the Boston area, which was not odd since it
was Sunday and after midnight. Halfway through the 45 minute

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ride I dozed off and then jerkedawake at hearing the blaring
Braintree announcement, which ismy stop.
So in a fog I grabbed my bag andjumped off the train only to
realize I was at the wrong stop as the doors closed.
The announcement had been the trains destination, not the
current stop. I felt awful watching the train
plod away in the direction I needed.

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I was the only person who had gotten off.
The station was unfamiliar and deserted, and I quickly realized
I was in Quincy, 3 long stops away from my destination.
Feeling screwed and panicked, I looked around at the dark,
desolate outdoor platform. Knowing another train this late
was unlikely, but it was my onlyhope.
As I stood dumbfounded with my dead phone, I spotted a man

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standing alone under a light farther down the platform, near
what seemed like the only entrance or exit.
He made me nervous, but since hewas facing the tracks, I hoped
he too was waiting for a train. I decided to sit quietly on a
dark bench, partially enclosed in shadow where I was obscured
from the shoulders down, yet could still see in every

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direction. But behind me.
I felt comforted being hidden indarkness, able to watch the man
without him noticing. He was tall, thin, maybe in his
30s, with light shaggy hair and casual preppy clothes.
He stood strangely still, looking straight ahead in a
stiff way. After a few minutes he began to
rock slightly and then walked toward the platform's edge using

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a white and red cane for the visually impaired.
This explained his posture and Ifelt briefly relieved, but then
alarmed again as he kept moving quickly until he was right at
the raised yellow metal warning strip, toes hanging at the very
edge over the 8 foot drop to theelectrified tracks.
He banged his cane on the edge, swayed dramatically, then began

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moving in a way that looked almost like a dance.
My mind raced. Was this a suic attempt?
And I edged forward, debating whether to approach without
startling him. After a tense minute or two, he
slowly backed away and returned to standing calmly under the
light. Heart racing, I retreated to my
bench, trying to process what had happened.

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After a few minutes, he suddenlyturned his whole body to face me
directly and smiled. Though far away, the light
revealed a clear grin aimed straight at me, and I froze in
shock. He knew exactly where I was,
even though I was hidden in the dark and silent.
My mind spun. Was he really blind?
Could he see me somehow? Why was he smiling at me?

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And before I could move, he turned back to the tracks, cane
tapping, and began swaying again, this time adding
exaggerated lunges as though preparing to leap into the path
of a train, catching himself at the last second, repeating it
over and over like a twisted performance.
Then he stopped, turned, and began walking directly down the

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platform toward me, right along the edge, his cane clacking off
into the darkness. Closer and closer he came, the
grin still plastered on his face, his eyes exaggeratedly
squeezed shut, as if mocking blindness.
I knew eyes could sometimes peekthrough tightly shut lids, and
my mind exploded with fear as hecame within 20 feet, then 15,

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until he stopped again and facedme squarely, still grinning,
eyes clamped tight. Suddenly he began making a
strange, high pitched whimperinglaugh, reach for his zipper,
pull down his pants and underwear, and exposed himself
while jumping up and down, all while facing me, laughing in
that coy, unsettling way. Then he returned to those

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lunging motions at the edge, hismovements compromised by his
lowered pants, continuing to grin and sway as if he might
jump at any second. I sat frozen in mesmerized
horror, unable to move. Then I heard the rumble of the
approaching train, both terrified that I was about to
see someone killed and relieved that safety was arriving.

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Just as the train pulled in, he stepped back and returned to
swaying as it slowed to a stop. I sprinted several cars down the
platform and jumped on, never looking back, assuming he either
pulled up his pants and stayed or boarded quietly, sinking into
a seat, my mind reeled in shock and disbelief. 1000 variations

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of what just happened, and whileI was grateful to be safe, I
felt like I had stumbled into a surreal nightmare.
It was terrifying, bizarre, and left me frozen in fear.
But when the relief of the train's arrival hit me, the
horror gave way to stunned laughter at the sheer absurdity
in shock of it all. A story that has haunted me as

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the closest thing to living a nightmare I have ever
experienced. Story 6.
I'm a 37 year old man and my wife 36 and I have very few
problems with each other. However, after noticing little
things that have built up to a rather terrifying level, I am
not sure I can ignore them anymore.

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She is a great person who has done so much for me in our
marriage and respects my choice not to have intimacy after a
traumatizing experience. She does small things that show
she listens and cares and I do the same for her.
We have been married for 10 years, together for 16 and she
is all I know. But lately I do not understand

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why she is acting the way she is.
The first moment that rattled mewas when we found an egg on the
curb, probably from our neighbors chickens and without
hesitation she stomped on it. When the fetus spilled out, I
threw up and she laughed, sayingit was funny and at least the
neighbors would not have to worry about another chicken.
I told myself she could not haveknown there was a fetus inside,

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but her reaction disturbed me. Later, our calm, well trained
dog, Butter was sick and had an accident on the carpet, and my
wife screamed at him even as he cried and reached for her paw
while I tried to calm her and cleaned it up, unsettled by how
cruel she had been. When my mom passed away in 2020,

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I kept her favorite bracelet on a table with family photos, and
when I noticed it missing I panicked, only for my wife to
tell me she had sold it, leavingme devastated.
But then it reappeared and she laughed, saying you should have
seen your face. Another time, frustrated from
gardening in the heat, she foundmy drop keys and threw them at
my face, cutting my nose later apologizing but leaving me

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shaken. On Halloween I was feeling low
after work when she played one of our usual jump scare pranks,
but I broke down crying and though she saw me, she only
laughed and went back to watching TV.
When we learned a classmate was badly injured in a car accident,
I expressed sadness and she shrunk GED, saying it did not
matter because she did not know her well.

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We both enjoy horror, but when she insisted we watch When Evil
Lurks, a film she had already seen, she gave me no warning
about violent scenes with animals, which I cannot handle,
and I vomited. When I told her I would have
appreciated a warning, she shrugged it off.
All of that was disturbing, but yesterday may have been the last

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straw. While changing sheets, I found a
journal hidden under our mattress, and when I opened it,
the words on the page horrified me.
She wrote that while driving shecame upon a line of geese
crossing the road and instead ofwaiting she ran two of them
over, calling them a useless species.
I felt sick reading it, unable to believe my wife had done such

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a thing. I know what people will say and
I love her, but I cannot ignore the pattern of behavior anymore.
For 16 years we have shared everything, family ties,
traumas, joys, and I have seen changes only in the last three
years. I know I need to confront her
but I am afraid because until reading her words, I never

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believed she was capable of this.
She has a therapist and so do I,but my therapist is away and I
needed to tell someone because when I try to talk to people in
our lives they brush it off since she is always sweet to
them. I do not want to leave her
because she has been with me through my most vulnerable times
and our families are intertwined, but I do not know

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how to live with the knowledge that she killed animals without
remorse. I am 37, not old but not young,
and I feel like she is all I have.
Yet I am afraid of what her behavior means for us, for our
future and for me. Story Seven I am a 46 year old
woman and my ex-husband is 45. We were college sweethearts and

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got married at 26. Right before the wedding I gave
birth to our beautiful daughter who is now 21.
For about 16 years, we lived what I thought was a happy
family life. But there was always one
problem. My ex's mother.
She never liked me and never thought I was good enough for
her son. She tried to wear white to our
wedding, and after that my ex cut contact with her.

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Still, she kept popping back into our lives, sending gifts to
our daughter, showing up near our house, always trying to
wedge her way back in. Four years ago, everything fell
apart. I came home from work and found
my ex sitting with his mother, both of them furious.
He accused me of cheating. She claims she had seen me at a
restaurant with another man and had proof I hadn't cheated.

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I've always been faithful but herefused to listen.
We fought and he left to stay with her.
When my daughter got home later,he told her the same story and
she believed him. She moved in with him and within
weeks I was served divorce papers.
The divorce dragged on for a year.
He got custody of our daughter and I was left with visitation
rights she never wanted to use. I don't blame her, she was 17

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and believe what she was told. But the rejection broke me.
I moved out of the house, let them keep it and ended up in a
small apt. I sank into depression and
therapy became my lifeline. It took years but I slowly built
a new life. I made friends, got promoted at
work and started to feel like myself again.

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But I always missed my daughter.2 days ago, out of nowhere, she
called me for the first time in four years.
She said her grandmother had finally admitted to lying.
Apparently my ex started dating someone new and his mother lost
it, furious that he would move on after all she had done to get
rid of me. They fought and he threw her
out. That's when the truth came out.

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My daughter apologized over and over, crying, saying she had
believed the lies and asked to meet up.
I said yes immediately. Yesterday we met at a
restaurant, but she brought my ex along, which she never
mentioned. He apologized, told me he missed
me, said he broke up with his girlfriend and begged me to give
him another chance. I felt blindsided.

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I couldn't handle it so I excused myself and left.
Since then, my phone has blown up with calls and texts from my
daughter. Angry that I walked out.
She called me an asshole for notstaying to talk.
I tried to explain that I wasn'tcomfortable with him being
there, that I needed time and space, but she doesn't seem to
understand. I muted my phone and have been

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crying ever since. I love my daughter more than
anything, but after everything Iwent through, I cannot face him
yet. Not like that.
Not with him ambushing me at what I thought would be my first
reunion with her. It feels too fast.
I wanted it to be just the two of us, not another confrontation
with the man who destroyed me. Edit I should clarify about

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custody during the divorce. Our daughter was 17, so her
opinion carried weight in court.While the accusations of
cheating didn't become part of the official proceedings, my ex
and I agreed to split what we needed and let her decide.
She chose to live with him and refused visitation with me.
At the same time, I had no stable housing.

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I was bouncing between relativescouches while trying to find an
apartment and my ex used that incourt.
I was under intense stress, mentally unwell, and honestly I
look like a wreck in court. It ended with him getting
custody and me signing visitation I never got to use.
All of that still haunts me and now even though the truth is
finally out, I don't know how tomove forward.

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Story 8. We started dating 18 months ago.
I ignored the red flags. Psychopaths have 4 messages when
imitating their victims. I like you, I'm the same as you,
you can trust me. I'm the perfect lover, friend,
soulmate. He love bombed me like crazy.
I was flattered. He was so good looking and

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charming. Everyone loved him even my
sisters. People commented on how happy I
was and what a good match we were.
But he had strained relationships with his parents,
sister and ex-girlfriend. He told me he had prior felonies
for selling weed and had spent alot of time in and out of
probation. My sister commented on his eyes,
something about those eyes. One time his friend's girlfriend

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told the friend it's me or him. It didn't work, but she clearly
saw what I didn't. The love bombing consumed me and
was overwhelming. He started isolating me from
friends and family, saying he just wanted to spend more time
with me. I thought he was so in love.
I convinced myself I was in lovetoo.
Then the real side started to show.

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He would bug me, start fights, keep me up at night with
nonsensical arguments. Nothing I ever did was enough,
and I did everything for him. Once he held me down and
screamed in my face, listen to me.
I should have left then, but theabuse was scattered among the
love and gaslighting and we already had so much momentum he

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was going to move in. We spent my money on wedding
plans and new furniture. The first day he moved in, he
said, you're already not listening to me.
I cried that night, he screamed and I told him he couldn't live
here like this, it would get a little better and then he'd
freak out again saying he was just defending himself and

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warning me it was going to happen again.
He was financially, physically, emotionally, and solely abusive.
I realized the 10s of thousands of dollars of debt we incurred
on my credit card was exactly that, my debt.
When he punched a hole in the wall and then bought me flowers,
I started planning my exit. I had to get my documents in
order, my job in order, and everything else.

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It took six months. He progressively worsened during
that time and I became a waking zombie.
One time he screamed at me during a freeway drive with the
music turned up as high as it could go, then stopped the car
and told me to get out. He chased me through a mall
screaming my name. He prevented me from leaving my
house multiple times. Toward the end he called me

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repulsive names and laughed in my face while I cried on the
ground. I've never seen anyone so evil.
Finally he moved out and I realized he was estranged from
his family not because of them but because of him.
That he had been incarcerated because he's a really bad
person. I started thinking antisocial
personality disorder but he's socharming and good looking and

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manipulative and no one knows what's under the mask except
those close enough to see the real personality manifest.
I've read Robert hair, women wholove psychopaths whole again and
others. I stopped drinking since he
left. I found a 250 an hour therapist.
I'm learning the weaknesses in me that led to this.

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But right now I just needed to get this off my chest and warn
others. Story 9.
I believe my ex-husband is stalking me.
He's not bombarding me with texts or calls but he constantly
does things to remind me he's still around.
The most recent was him using myinformation to try to obtain a
mortgage. I found out before it went

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through and managed to shut it down.
I have the denial letter from Veterans United Home Loans as
well as a credit report showing they ran my credit.
I now have a freeze on my credit.
I contacted the police and fileda report but they seem
uninterested since he wasn't actually able to get the
mortgage before this, he put ourpest control company account

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into my name and let it go to collections.
I had to pay it so it wouldn't hit my credit report.
Before that I found a flower under my wiper blade at work the
day after I moved out of the home we had shared the month
before that he sent a box with pictures and a strange cup which
I threw away. He also uses my cell phone
number for rental cars when he goes on vacation.

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So I get text messages saying ex-husband you are due to return
your rental by XYZ day at ABC time.
We've been divorced since June 2023 and separated 6 months
before that. When we first separated, he
moved to the other coast of Florida, 3 hours away.
After I purchased a home and moved, he moved back to the

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area. I've contacted multiple family
lawyers who all say the same thing.
Since my divorce is already finalized, they won't take the
case. I'm at my wit's end.
Especially now that he's using my information, I'm worried
about what else he may do. He was violent during our
marriage. I've been to the police several
times but they basically tell methat since I don't have bruising

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they can't help me because it's a he said she said situation.
I'm an ER nurse so I'm not hard to find.
I live in Hillsborough County Florida in the Tampa Bay area.
No one will help me and all I want is to be left alone.
His behavior is escalating and Idon't know how far he's willing
to go at this point. Our divorce was less than

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amicable and I'm desperate for someone to help me.
Story 10 I am a 20 year old female in South Florida and my
ex has been cyber stalking me for over three years.
This has been ongoing since we broke up.
He spam calls me from no caller IDs, his friends phones, his

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family's phones, and now just straight from his own number
with no shame. He cheated on me and after I
broke it off he started contacting me constantly, calls,
social media, and even physically showing up at my
house. He literally climbed up to my
third story window once he's left things at my door,
including a substance I did not smoke.

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It's always on and off but it's guaranteed to happen at least
monthly. He has contacted my friends and
now is trying to contact my boyfriend.
They exchanged a few words but Itold my boyfriend to stop since
I know it could be used in court.
I want to take legal action. I tried getting a restraining
order but it was denied. This is seriously getting
ridiculous. I'm scared because he knows

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where I live and he's done heavydrugs so he can spiral.
I'm worried he's going to get aggressive and on top of the
fear it's obnoxious getting spamcalled almost every day.
Within the last hour I've gottenover 30 calls.
I want to know what I can do right now to help my case when I
decide to take further action. I'm scared, frustrated, and

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desperate for this to stop. Story 11.
A 39 year old man was the younger of two siblings.
I will go as chronologically as possible so you have the full
details. My brother Henry, a 41 year old
man, was always the golden childin the family growing up.
He could do no wrong. Some obvious displays of

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favoritism included moments whenhe got bad grades in school.
Our parents would cheer him up and work with him to improve.
While I always receive the I'm So Disappointed with This result
lecture even though I still managed to secure a decent
score. For his high school graduation,
he got a new car in a big party,while for mine I got the
equivalent of $500 and a pat on the back.

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He was not a bad brother, but wemostly did our own thing.
I did not complain much, but I felt I had to move out and
explore life on my own. I went to College in a different
city, and in five years I earnedmy MB AI landed a job back in my
hometown. During this time, I had minimal
contact with my family except for birthdays and holidays.

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My brother was never the brightest.
He barely graduated high school,dropped out of college, and my
parents helped him set up a small hardware shop so he could
support himself. Around this time, I had a
girlfriend named Jenny who I metin college.
When we returned home, we moved in together, both of us securing
jobs and starting our life. During the holidays of 2006, I

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introduced Jenny to my family. To my surprise, they were warm
and receptive to her, and even made me feel more loved than I
ever had before. I did notice Henry staring at
her often, but I brushed it off.Soon, Henry began frequenting my
apartment too often, from once every few months to almost
daily. I had to set boundaries, which

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caused a big argument with my parents, but eventually Henry
apologized and reduced his visits to about once a month.
In 2009, I proposed to Jenny andwe announced our engagement.
My parents were happy, but Henryonly shook my hand and left the
celebration abruptly. We got married in 2010 and Henry
showed up with a date, Kate, wholater became his wife.

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I thought maybe he had moved on.Jenny and I had our first
daughter, Alice, in 2011 and oursecond, Sarah, in 2013.
But Henry's marriage quickly crumbled, and by 2012 he and
Kate divorced. A few weeks later, Kate messaged
me and confessed that Henry's obsession with Jenny had been
the biggest reason for their separation.

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I confronted Jenny, who said Kate had always seemed cold
toward her. I then confronted Henry in front
of my family about his obsession.
He denied everything and we had a massive fight.
I told him he was no longer welcome in my house.
My parents and Jenny urged me toforgive him because he's still
family. So I tried to be civil for a

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while. Things seem to improve.
Then came July 25th, 2015. While running errands, I got a
furious call from my father telling me to come home.
When I arrived, Jenny was sobbing.
My parents were consoling her and extended family members were
present. My parents accused me of
assaulting a woman named Amanda,an old acquaintance from high

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school, after a party. They claimed I had sent
threatening messages to silence her, backed up by screenshots.
I was stunned. My father slapped me, Jenny
declared our marriage over, and I was disowned on the spot.
Henry then spread the screenshots and accusations
across our extended family group, and soon I was ostracized

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completely. The rumors destroyed my life.
My friends cut me off, my boss asked me to resign before the
police could get involved, and within weeks I had lost my
marriage, my family, my job and my reputation.
By August, I received both a formal letter of disownment from
my family and divorce papers. Henry even physically assaulted

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me when I tried to confront them.
I spiraled into depression and self-destructive thoughts.
In February 2016, I was in a severe accident and spent five
weeks recovering alone. Jenny even refused to answer
when the hospital called her as my emergency contact.
With no one and nothing left, I sold what I could and moved to a

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City 2 hours away. For months I struggled until I
reconnected with an old college acquaintance, James, who was
starting a consulting firm alongwith his friend Derek.
They gave me a fresh start. I confessed everything to them
and after verifying my record was clean, they welcomed me
aboard. Their support, combined with
therapy, gym training and relentless work, helped me

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rebuild. By 2018, I was financially
stable, physically stronger, andemotionally recovering.
I even changed my last name legally to Derek's, honoring the
man who had become like an olderbrother to me.
In 2019, I met Kim, 1/2 Korean, half Italian woman, at a coffee
shop. She was different when I told

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her my past early on. She chose to stay.
By 2021, she had started a smallfood business with her parents
support and we were thriving together.
In 2023, she became pregnant andI proposed.
For the first time in years, I felt hope.
But in May 2023, Amanda unexpectedly resurfaced.

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Her fiance Mark insisted. She confessed to me at my
lawyer's office. Amanda revealed the horrifying
truth she had been dating Henry in secret back in 2015.
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