5 Scary Online Horror Stories That Will Send Shivers Down Your Spine | Online Dating and Craigslist - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:03):
I'm a nineteen year old woman living in the Pacific Northwest.
A few months ago, I was searching for extra work
because the hours on my main job were terrible. I'm
a quiet, anxious person with no friends, so I turned
to Craigslist. I knew the site could be sketchy, but
I was desperate for side gigs, and as someone with

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no skills and not willing to do sex work, I
hadn't had much luck. One ad caught my attention. It
offered fifty dollars to take photos of a property using
a camera or something better than iPhone twelve. I have
an iPhone fourteen, with a premise that it would only
take an hour or two. I emailed the poster and

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quickly received a text back. The man said I was
a perfect fit and invited me over the same day.
I actually posted this song, too afraid to ask, asking
if it was a dumb idea, and people told me
to bring someone with me. I didn't listen, and I
deleted the post shortly after. The house was about twenty

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minutes outside of town, surrounded by dense forest. It was
small and run down, but nothing that immediately set off alarms.
He came out of the house and walked down to
my car. Appeared to be in his fifties. Unremarkable, just
a regular guy. He invited me inside. The house was
completely empty, no furniture, just dust and dirt, and I

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asked him where to start taking photos, but he kept
dodging the question, making a small talk and asking personal
questions about me instead. My anxiety started building, so I
kept the conversation going, but then he started staring at
me in a way that made me uncomfortable. Eventually we
started taking photos through the house. At one point I

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dropped my phone, and when he picked it up, he
held on to for a bit too long before giving
it back. Then, when taking pictures in the master bedroom,
he brushed my face with his hand and complimented my skin.
At that moment, I knew I hadn't made a huge
mistake by coming here. My blood ran cold, and I
stopped making excuses for his behavior. I quickly made up

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an excuse to leave, something about my mom, but as
I turned towards the door, he grabbed my arm. I
still have a photo I took of the bruises on
my forearm. Afterward, it felt like he was going to
snap it in half. I brought a small knife for
self defense, a gift from my paranoid mom. Without thinking,

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I pulled it out and stabbed at him in the arm.
That knife released with a push of a small button.
He let me go, swinging the knife at my arm,
but I was already running out of the house. I
made it to my car and drove until I found
a gas station where I could finally slow down my
racing heart. I called the police and told them everything.

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They took me seriously, and I went in to file
a report and answer questions. They searched the property in
the surrounding forest but couldn't find him. The house turned
out to be abandoned, and in the basement they found
a pack of zip ties. They filed a report, but
he's still out there. I check him with the police

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every now and then, but there's never any new information.
I've never told anyone about this, not even my mom.
Writing this now, I realized I probably sound unbothered, but
it was the first time anything like this ever happened
to me, and now I could barely leave the house
some days. I decided to post this here just to

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get off my chest because it constantly haunts me to
the man who lured me to the house. Let's never
meet again. Trigger warning for essay. I'm not sure if
this is the right place, but I want to share

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my story so people can learn from my mistakes. For context,
I was seventeen at the time and now I'm eighteen.
This happened just before I turned eighteen. At the time,
I was on several apps trying to make friends because
I'm autistic, and I struggled making connections in real life.
I'm femme but trans and also asexual, so I made

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sure to include that I was asexual in my bio
along with other interests. I met this guy who lived
about an hour away. I was just looking for someone
to smoke with, and he said he was down looking back.
I know how naive I was. We made plans and
I waited outside for him. He brought me a breeze babe,

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and we took turns hitting it in his car. We
had some really deep conversations and immediately clicked, which I
thought was amazing until he got very high. I'm impulsive
and I don't always know my limits. I was getting cold,
so I told him we should head back inside. He
agreed to walk me to my window. I was stumbling,

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barely able to see straight, and once we reached my driveway,
he asked me for a hug. I thought he was
kind of cute, so I hugged him. Then out of nowhere,
he was behind me with a knife to my neck.
At first, I tried to fight back, but it quickly
became clear that doing so wasn't helping. Fighting back actually
made things worse for me. In that moment, I honestly

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thought I was going to end up in another true
crime story. So I decided to start listening to him
and hopes that he might spare my life. At the
same time, I tried to leave as much evidence as
I could in case listening didn't get me out of it.
I saw scars on his thighs and managed to appeal
to whatever humanity he had left by saying, I saw

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your scars. You just like me. You're hurting, but this
won't stop the hurt. It will only soothe it temporarily.
I don't know how I stayed calm enough and logical
in such a panic state, but those words ended up
being the reason I got out of there alive. He
eventually let me go, but only if I agreed to

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meet him again. I agreed, then immediately went aside, tended
to my cut thumb, and blocked him on everything. I
kept the messages just in case I ever had the
courage to go to the police, but of course I
never met up with him again. What scares me the
most is how much we had in common, our mentality,

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our personality. It's terrifying. I know prutters often say things
they don't mean, but our conversations felt so real. Please
learn from my mistake and never meet up with someone
you meet online. It's not worth the risk. Stay safe
out there. I recently had an experience with someone I

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met on a dating app that turned out to be
one of the most uncomfortable and disturbing situations I've ever
dealt with. I just started texting this guy, and from
the moment we moved our conversations off the app onto text,
he made everything extremely sexual. It was two PM and
I was at a family Christmas party when his text
started flooding in. He would ask me things like if

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his magic wand wasn't good enough for me, and he
even began sending me explicit photos. I was at a
family event holding my five month old nephew and not
in any mood to entertain those kind of texts, but
he wasn't taking no for an answer. He kept sending
me more and more photos, trying to give me to
a reply. When I finally told him that I wasn't

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even looking at them because I was with my family,
he responded with something that made my blood run cold,
so you could still be wet. I just stared at
the screen and disbelieve who talks like that. After that,
I decided to stop responding, but that didn't stop him.
When I finally got home later that night, feeling drained

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from the family gathering, I decided to take a bath
to unwind. Of course, he started blowing up my phone,
asking if I was finally home yet. I already told
him that I was busy, so it was beyond frustrating.
I really knew this guy, only having talked to him
for about five hours at this point. When I did

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finally reply around nine pm, he asked me what I
was thinking about. I simply said sleep. He didn't like
my answer. He asked me why I wasn't thinking about
the photos he sent me, wondering how I couldn't look
back at them. I told him multiple times that I
wasn't looking for hookups and that I was still I

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was just seeing a recent breakup, but he kept pushing,
spamming my phone, calling me even after I said I
was heading to bed. At one point, I had fallen
asleep and he woke me up in the middle of
the night, questioning why I wasn't talking to him. When
I told him I was sleeping, he actually said, well,

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aren't you drunk? Shouldn't you be in the mood? I
couldn't believe it. I ended up hanging up on him
and ignoring his text until the morning. The next day,
another guy had met a few weeks before asked me out,
and I was relieved to have a nice distraction. We
had a great time, drank, played games, and I ended

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up staying at his place because it was late and
I didn't want to drive. But that didn't stop the
first guy from calling me. At three am, while I
was lying next to my date, he called to say
that he was at my apartment complex and wanted me
to let him in. I was half asleep and confused,
so I asked how he knew where I lived. He

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told me he found my location on Facebook and from
posts that tagged me. I never told him my last name.
I was freaked out, so I woke up my date
and we drove around the complex to find his car.
We found it, took down the license plate, and I
called the local sheriff's office. The police came and spoke

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to him and made him leave the property. My date
stayed with me for an hour afterwards, making sure that
the guy wasn't coming back, before he headed back to
his place to sleep. But it didn't end there. The
next day, I woke up to the messages from a
new number. It was him again, texting me about how
I had let my emotions get in the way of

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what we could have had. He told me how perfect
I was and how I was going to regret not
being with someone like him. His words were disturbing. He
generally thought that his nine magic wand was something I
would regret passing up on. I couldn't believe this guy
was still texting me after everything. I told him to

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leave me alone, that I was with someone now, but
he didn't take no for an answer. He asked me
why I would pick a stranger over him, as if
we weren't both strangers, just a day ago. He kept apologizing,
saying he acted wrong, but then he would just turn
around and send more manipulative messages. The last text I

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received from him was a cruel one, no wonder you're
still single? And honestly, after dealing with this guy, I
had to agree with him, no wonder, I'm still single.
Trigger warning for this story. This is a pretty mess

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up story. Please don't judge me. I was only a kid,
and kids really make dumb mistakes. I'm a female. When
I was fifteen, I used to talk to people online.
One man, who claimed to be twenty six, said that
he would pay me a lot of money to pretend
to be his girlfriend to his family. Then his request

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became more disturbing. He said he wanted to have a
baby with me for twenty thousand. He then suggested that
my friend and I go to his house produced some
very mess up things with him for a lot of money.
My friend and I planned to get the money from
him and then run away. We were very stupid and

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should have told our parents what he was saying to me.
We decided to meet up with him one day in
a crowded area so he couldn't kidnap us. He looked
much older than twenty six and was fat and scary looking.
He bought us some smokes and gave us fifty dollars,
saying that he would give us the rest that night
when we met up again. When we left, he texted

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me saying that he could see my underwear through my shorts.
I was really creeped out, but being young and dumb,
my friend and I were determined to get the money
and then report him to the police. We meet up
across the road from a park in front of some houses.
He was in his car and told us to get in.

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I said, show us the money. He showed us about
one thousand dollars. I said, pass me the money, then
we'll get in the car, but he insisted I get
in the car first. I sat on the edge of
the sea and he said, now tell her to get
in the car too, and I'll give it to you.
I refused and said give it to me first. Then

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a man came out of his house asking if we
were okay. In the car sped down the road and
drove off. After that, we decided to try to catch
him again to get his number plate so we could
report him to the police. Unfortunately, we never looked at
the number plate. He never tried to meet up with
us again, so I gave the Facebook information to the

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police so they could try to catch him. It turns
out he didn't tell us his real name and got
rid of his phone right after that, and they were
never able to catch him. I know we were very stupid,
but this just shows that parents really need to monitor
what the children are doing. This This is something that

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I normally post, and I hope I don't regret it. Somehow,
I saw someone briefly mention the subreddit in a YouTube
video and thought that it would be a perfect place
to share my story of a horrific thing that happened
to me, a story I've never told anyone. Trigger warning.
I'd like to warn everyone that I will be briefly

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mentioning sexual assault with as little details as possible. One
year ago, around this time, I was bored and scrolling
the web, nothing unusual for me, I decided to go
on Omegol. Omegol was a website that allowed you to
talk to strangers via video or text chat. It was

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around for a long time, and I used it frequently
when I was younger as a time waster. There were
plenty of creeps on there, sure, but I had an
equal amount of pleasant interactions and conversations on the site.
On omegol, you can type in tags, basically keywords that
described what type of conversation or person you're looking for,

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and you'd match with someone with the same ones. I
always used alt for alternative. I feel like it weeded
out a lot of the roote people and connected me
with more people my age for reference, I was nineteen
at the time. I connected with someone who called himself Kine,
and we started chatting via text. He said he was

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twenty three, and I told him my age back. We
exchanged small talk, and before I knew it, we were
talking all night. I mean all night. We lived in
the same time zone, and I had stayed up until
six am chatting with him about philosophy, life and our
interest just because he was entertaining and I was having fun.

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When we were talking about our general areas that we
lived in, he abruptly said we should meet up sometime.
I laughed, but it turned out he was serious. And
it turns out that we only lived about three or
four hours away from each other, so he was really
considering this. I'm an anxiety written person, but for some

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reason I thought he might be normal due to the
fact that I spent hours and hours talking to him
and I didn't pick up on any red flags, So
I said, sure, why the hell not? I know, I know,
this is an incredibly stupid mistake. I have a big heart, though,
and frequently make mistakes giving others the benefit of the tao.

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So just like that, we started playing in our camping trip.
He was set on doing it just days after that morning,
because that's when he was off work. Next I agreed,
because I didn't have anything to do at the time,
I asked him for his numbers so that we could
talk somewhere else other than Omegel about the trip. He
gave it to me. I texted it and noticed the

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messages showed green on my iPhone. This indicated that he
was using a Samsung or Android. Teasingly, I said something
along the lines of what's up with a Samsung. After
a few minutes, he text me back saying he had
two phones for work. That was the first red flag
that went off in my head. Oh, do you need

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two phones for work at his age? I mean, of
course there's possible reasons, but just set off an intuitive feeling,
one that I regret not listening to. I asked him
what his job was, and he said that he worked
for the state. He added that he's not allowed to
share d details about his job because he signed a
paper saying he wouldn't and that he could get fired

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if he violated this agreement. I was still wary of this,
but I figured that he just worked for the police station,
or the town council, or something to do with law enforcement,
and that I was probably overthinking. Days passed and the
date of her camping trip approached quickly. He wanted to

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take me someplace close to where he lives, name him
Mountain in New York. Obviously, I wanted to do at
least a little research of where I was going, so
I popped the name into Google. A bunch of results
popped up about the soil being contaminated by arsenic due
to the old mines in the area. All the government

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and state articles I read said that it was still
safe to hike there and that you should wash your
skin and shoes after hiking. I still had a feeling
of unease about the whole thing. I texted Kane and
ask and why we were going to some place that
could potentially be dangerous. He assured me that nothing would happen,
and said that he chose the spot because it was

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somewhere him and his friends frequently camp. This slightly reassured
me he does know this area better than me. After all,
my parents are definitely over suspicious of everyone. Strict is
also a safe word for good reasons, though they're just protective.
I told him I was meet him with a friend

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I met over a video game, and that I've already
known him for a month. I knew this would be
less likely for them to freak out than the truth.
They were adamant that this was a horrible idea, but
finally let me go off. When Kane pulled into the driveway,
he didn't come inside. He waited outside of his car
for me. After a brief introduction, my mom rushed out

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to meet him and asked him a few questions about
the area we were headed to, and then we were off.
We pulled into Starbucks by my house so he could
get a coffee since he was tired from the drive up.
We sat in the car for about an hour and
a half afterwards. During this time, he asked me to
raise his playlist. He put on and showed me how

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he writes down every single song he likes in a
little notebook he kept in the car. I thought it
was weird but kind of sweet, like what guys these
days write down songs. After an hour or so passed,
I told him that we should get going. He get
to the campsite before dark, He kept saying, just five
more minutes. After about thirty minutes of insisting we need

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to leave to make it on time, he finally let
us start onto the road. While we drove the four
hours up to our destination, Kame mostly talked about himself.
He told me long stories about his friends and a
girl that he used to date that he doesn't like.
I thought this was strange. Who talks about another woman
to a girl like this? After telling stories for about

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two hours, I tried to deviate to a brighter topic
and asked what kind of things he's into hobby wise.
I already knew the stuff that he told me online,
but I was trying not to suffer from awkward silence
or any more of his weird ramblings. He said that
he thinks that eating healthy is important and that people
who eat junk food are stupid. He also said he

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only wear sustainable clothing that's made from cotton or wool.
I don't have a problem with being sustainable, but he
was saying it in a really obnoxious way. He turned
to me and asked the first question about me since
we got in the car, what brought you to Omegel.
I told him that I was bored and that I

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like to meet new and interesting people, and that was
about it. He nodded slowly in thought and granned, showing
the most expression of seeing on his face so far.
He said he likes to go on a eagle and
tell people that he's a soldier in Russia and that
he was torturing people as he spoke to them. I

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sat there in silence and kind of just stared at him,
waiting for him to say that he was just kidding
and that he had some fucked up sense of humor.
But he didn't. He just laughed and said what. As
we were nearing the campsite, I mentioned that I was
getting kind of hungry. He said that he can stop
by Whole Foods before going to camp for the night.

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In my head, I sighed about this, knowing that he
was probably gonna judge me for whatever I picked out there,
but it wasn't a problem for me, and I was hungry,
so I agreed in Whole Foods. He made me pay
for both of our meals because his card wouldn't work there.
He didn't even try. This annoyed me, but I was

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just eager to get to camp, so I paid and
we sat down outside to eat. After about an hour,
we were finally ready to get to camp. We drove
up the mountain and he pulls into a small parking
area with about three spots. Cars were parked there, an
older man surrounding the car smoking weed. Nothing wrong with that,

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but it just made me feel uncomfortable that they were
there so late at night. Before I could even mention it,
King says that it's too cold for him to carry
our supplies up to the campsite and set up camp,
which was about a ten minute walk. I was taken
aback by this. I said, what do you mean, I'll
help you. We didn't come all the way up here

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for nothing, He insisted and told me to get out
of the car to feel how cold it was. He
said it would take a while to pitch the tent
and that it was too much for us. There's no
way I was getting out of the car and facing
the men in the parking lot next to us. So
I rolled down the window halfway and stuck my hand out.
It was freezing. He was right about that. That night,

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it was in the thirties and the wind chill felt
much worse. I was annoyed but agreed in sleeping in
the car for the night, but I was sad that
our trip was basically wasted. He sat there in silence
for a while, seemingly uncomfortable that I was annoyed and
unsure how to comfort me. I sank into the past

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to your seat and started his scroll on social media,
trying to pass the time. He grabbed my phone out
of my hand and said, come here, and patted his lap.
I was already annoyed at the situation and confused what
he thought he was doing. I said, you're funny and
reached for the phone that he tossed on the floor

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of the car. Before I could get it, he reached
over and screwed me up out of the sea, tossed
me out to the backseat. He then proceeded to rape me.
I don't remember most of it. My eyes were squeezed
shut and I was praying for it to end. After
he was done, he pushed me back into the seats

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and got dressed. He smiled at me and said, how
was it? I just stared back at with tears in
my eyes. He climbed back into the front seat, popped
his feet on the wheel, and went to sleep. I
didn't know what to do. I sat there motionless in
the back seat for about two hours, trying to process

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what just happened to me. I considered to calling my mom,
calling nine one one. I thought about it for what
felt like forever. I already had been assaulted once in
my life, and it broke my parents' hearts. I knew
that learning about this would absolutely destroy them, and I
was afraid of what would happen to me if I
told them. I didn't want my dad or brother to

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go to jail for life because they were angry and
got revenged against this guy. So I just sat there
all night watching them outside, staring into the car, and
smoked their joints. I don't remember falling asleep, but eventually
I woke up with the wind hitting the car. I
was in the fetal position, sitting upwards, holding my legs
with my arms. Kane noticed that I was awake and

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said it's time to go. I was scared of him.
It felt like my heart was going to leap out
of my throat. Adrenaline was pumping through my body, and
I started skating in the backseat and our overnight bags
for something I could use as a weapon in case
he were to pursue me again. I ended up holding
onto my full metal water bottle. It wasn't deadly by

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any means, but it could knock someone out, and holding
it made me feel safer. I stayed in the back
and Kane started driving. I asked where we're going. He
said to get breakfast, almost as if it was obvious
and it was silly of me to ask. After driving
down the mountain back to the city, we pulled over

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to a parking garage and he tells me to get out,
that we're here. I get out of the car and
cling close to it, not wanting to let him get
behind me. I was thinking about making a run for it,
but I didn't want to risk being chased and overpowered
by him. I followed him to a little Mexican spot

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on the corner, and he told me to order pancakes
so you could have some. This obviously made me more
pissed than I already was, but I didn't say anything
because I was afraid there would be consequences if I
showed any negative emotions. At this point, I ate a
few bites of my food, and he happily ate the
rest of my plate. He paid quickly with cash and

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took me back to the car, where he laid down
in the backseat. He said he was going to take
a nap because he didn't sleep well last night. I
didn't want to argue with him, so let him sleep.
How could he sleep so soundly after what he did
to me? He slept for about three hours. The whole
time I was watching YouTube videos, trying to calm myself

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down and to keep a clear head. It was about
ninety am, and around this time my mom was waking
up and texted me saying that she wants me to
be home. I told her that Kane was taking a
nap and then i'd be home soon. She didn't like
the sound of that and insisted I come home. I
was happy to have a reason to get the fuck

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out of here, one that might be convincing to Caine.
I woke him up, and he became angry with me, saying,
don't wake me up next time, play on your phone
and watch TikTok or something. I was shaking, but I
managed to say that my mom wanted me home and
we needed to go. He said to let him sleep
for thirty more minutes and told me to set a

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time on my phone. I did thirty minutes felt like
thirty hours, and once it went off, I woke him
up again. This time, I filled myself waking him up
because I was afraid of what was going to happen.
He was angry once again. I told him that the
thirty minutes were up. I asked to leave, begged him

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to leave, and he said no, over and over again.
He said, we're not leaving yet. I was shaking uncontrollably,
but on a brave face and pretended like I was
just being playful, and I said, okay, I'll just get
an uber. Then I turned around and started to open
the car door, and I felt his hand grab my

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shoulder and dig into it, yaking me back into place.
I honestly think I blacked out from fear for a
few seconds. He said, what the fuck are you doing?
His hands stole on my shoulder, his fingers squeezing into
my skin. My mind was racing and I was on
the verge of tears. This caught his eye, and I

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quickly played it off, saying that my mom would call
the police to come get me if I wasn't home soon.
I mentioned earlier that my dad was in law enforcement,
so this was a little bit more believable of a lie.
At the mention of police, something changed in his face.
He looked frantic. He'd let go of me and unhappily

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agreed to drive me home. I felt deep relief, the
deepest relief I've ever felt, and swallowed the lump in
my throat as he climbed into the front seat and
started a five hour drive back to my house. The
drive back was much quieter than the drive up. I
didn't say anything unless he initiated. I just gripped my

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phone in my hand and tried not to make eye
contact with them. I wonder if he had any remorse
or what he did in those moments. When we reached
my town, it was eleven thirty. At ninety came pulled
up to the main strip to get to my house
and I saw flashing lights behind me. My first instinct
was to be scared, because my dad's a cop, so

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I've always made extra shirt not to break traffic laws.
The police pulled us over and two men stepped out
of the car. I frankly rolled down my window so
they could see a familiar face, the daughter of their boss.
One of them greeted me and looked both concerned and
disappointed that I was in the car with someone getting
pulled over. The other cop told Kane to get out

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of the car while I explained what we were doing.
Now so late, I spread the illegal and horrific details.
I was tired, scared, and needed to be safe for
my own home. I didn't want them to wake up
my sleeping dad with such bad news. I overheard the
second officer asked Kan about his info. When he said,

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what's your name, son, Kane mumbled and he told me
to speak up. The name me give the officers was
not Kane, and he told the officers that he was
twenty two, not twenty three. My heart sank into my
feet and I sat motionless while they explained to Kin
that he missed a stop sign and that they're letting
him off with a warning. They told me to get home,

(31:42):
and I noded my head. When we pulled off, I
let my emotions take over and started screaming at the
stranger I was sitting next to. Why did you lie
to me? What the fuck is wrong with you? He
looked distressed from the volume of my yelling and told
me to calm down, that he was sorry he lied.
He said that he only lied about his identity for

(32:03):
his own safety. That honestly baffled me. He had just
assaulted me. I screamed at him all the way to
my house, and as we pulled in, I threw the
car doors open and started throwing my stuff out onto
the lawn, desperate to get far away from him. He
tried to talk to me to offer a pitiful excuse

(32:24):
for his disgusting actions, but I screamed at him to
get the fuck away from me and that I never
wanted to see him again. I gathered all my stuff
from the lawn and holded into my room while my
parents slept soundly, unaware of the terrible secret I had.
I woke up my mom and told her that I
was home, as she requested. Once I got into my room,

(32:46):
I broke down. What happened to me was starting to
sink in. As I was sobbing silently into my blanket,
my phone lit up from a text from Cain. It read,
I'm sorry about what happened. I really am, if it
makes you feel any better. I just got pulled over,
so that's my car. I guess let me know if

(33:08):
you want to talk. I felt a wave of nausea
hit me like a train. I screenshot of the message,
blocked the number, and deleted his contact. I haven't heard
from him since, and I haven't hung out with anyone
since besides my boyfriend, who Thank god, it's normal. I
still think about what happened almost every day, and I

(33:29):
still feel sick when someone I don't know gets close
to me, even when it's a stranger passing by in
the grocery store. I know that what happened was a
product of my own irrational teen actions. I know I
shouldn't have met up with someone I didn't know. I
had faith that he would be a normal person, somewhat
at least. I wish I would listen to my instincts

(33:52):
and to my parents' warnings. While trying to cope with
what happened to me. I googled nim him mountains again
and found the link that said Kane Mountain, North Trail Loop,
New York. If you made it this far, or take
anything away from the story, please let it be this.
Trust your instincts, trust your gut. If something feels wrong,

(34:16):
it probably is. Don't meet up with strangers, no matter
how good they look or how normal they seem. Kane,
let's not meet again. Fuck you, and I hope you're
writing in jail or hell right now.

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