4 TRUE SCARY STORIES Under the Bed (2)

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
This was not a friend and not a joke. Hey,
I don't know this guy, I said a little less calmly.
My boyfriend was completely naked and told me to grab
my gun as I was closer to the closet than
he was. Stay where you are, he screamed to the
mass under the bed. The guy co operated. I threw

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my boyfriend a robe and he put it on and
jumped out of the bed near the closet where I was.
He took the gun and pointed it at the bed
and told the guy to come out slowly with his
hands up. Since my roommate is a security guard, I
ran to wake him up for back up. He rushed
into the room and the three of us stood there

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as a teenage boy wearing a black hoodie came out
from under the bed. We were all kind of in
shock and started to question the kid, who co operated
with us completely. He was quiet and humble. His eyes
shook violently from side to side, as if he was
high or something. My roommate shook him down. We emptied

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his pockets and he had condoms lube porn advertisements from
the back of a dirty magazine, the kind where you
can call a number and talk to a woman, and
some dirty pills that he told us were Victin, but
they were just actually extra strength ibuprofen. He also had
a pair of my dirty underwear in his pocket, dirty

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underwear that had my period all over it. That was
the most disgusting part. We found an ID on him
as well in a business card for a youth probation officer,
so he clearly was a trouble maker. We also found
a piece of paper with names and phone numbers that
indicated that he lived with his mother in a hotel

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room in a notorious drug motel that catered to prostitutes
and meth. His high school idea was from hoop A
High and he was clearly from the local hoop A
Native American tribe, or least part Hoopa Native. When we
saw that he had no weapons, we started questioning why
he was in my bedroom, underneath my bed with all

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this stuff and asked him if he realized how serious
this was. He quietly replied that he heard sext from
the street and thought that he could have some. Basically,
he was a horny teenage boy on some sort of drug,
riding his bike around at night, and my roommate's trashy girlfriend.

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Sex noises was like a siren's song in the night
to this kid. He was so overcome by his own
horniness that he scaled a scaffolding and beams near my
open window and crawled in and under my bed and
probably masturbated to what he was hearing in the next room.
He probably jizzed on my underwear. He kept apologizing and

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saying that he was sorry and that he knows that
what he did was stupid. I was still shocked and
disgusted and wondering if he would have raped me had
I been alone. But we all felt a little compassion
for this fucked up little kid. His fate was basically
in our hands. We debated our mother and not to
call the police, and finally decided not to. You can

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debate me on how wrong I am on that. Later,
we basically lectured him and told him how lucky he
was that he crawled into my window and not someone else's,
because he would have been shot or called the police
and had him arrested, and whatever that he was on
probation for would have gotten a lot worse. He kept
thinking us and was super humble at that point. My

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roommate then escorted him out of the front door and
took his bike that he left out on the lawn
and walked him to his shitty motel and watched him
go inside. We kept all of his stuff. He didn't
have any money, just the trash and IDs and phone numbers.
We made sure to tell him that we had his ID,
knew where he lived, had his mom's number, and his

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probation officer's number, and that if we ever saw him
on the street again, he would regret it. Our drunk
friend and my roommate's girlfriend selept through this entire ordeal.
We had to tell them the next morning what had
happened while they selept. I know that I'm going to
get a lot of shit from you guys for not
calling the police, So I'm going to try to explain

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why we didn't. First of all, if I had been
alone without my boyfriend there, I would have definitely called
the police after defending myself with my gun. That would
have been a completely different situation. In this case, I
had my boyfriend in the room and my male roommate,
so we had the kid outnumbered. Secondly, as soon as

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I discovered the kid, he cooperated and showed no signs
of aggression or intent to harm. He did everything we
told him to. Third, upon searching him, even though he
had condoms and lube, which is creepy, he had no weapons.
This indicated to us that he had no plans to

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rape or assault. He probably just really wanted the thrill
of masturbating under my bed while listening to the sex
taking place in the next room. He wasn't a big
guy either. He was a little, skinny kid that I
could have easily overpowered even with my small frame. From
the info that we found on this kid, he was

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a neglected, horny teenage boy living with a druggy mom
and a shitty motel. So yeah, we felt a little
sorry for him. In the end. The fact that he
was a Hoopa native also scared us a bit because
people from Hoopa out here are known for violence and
gang activity. That made us realize that though we doubted

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this kid was violent, it's quite possible his family members are,
and either he would get this shit beaten out of
him by family or we would after getting him arrested.
In the end, I'm still terrified to keep my window open,
but I think that we handled it well without getting
the police involved. After talking to the kid, I really
think that he was thankful for letting him go with

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just a lecture. Having a gun pointed at him the
whole time probably scared him enough to realize that it
was