October 1, 2025 • 28 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:10):
I want to preface this story with the day that
we moved into our new town home. My brother and
I had lived together for a long time, so moving
in together wasn't unusual. One day, on the very first
morning in a new place, I stepped outside to smoke
a cigarette. My brother followed me and we were talking
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about football when he suddenly froze, pointing towards the wooden
frame of our covered patio. Written in big black marker
was my name Ryan. Neither of us had family or
friends over yet, because we moved everything ourselves and it
hadn't been there the night before. We stood there, confused,
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but never figured out how it got there. Now, fast
forward two months, I went to a bar down the
street with a good friend while my brother stayed home.
It was a normal night. I left the bar, grabbed
some food, and got back around one am. My brother
was already asleep, so I ate went upstairs with the
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German shepherd and crashed. The next morning, I noticed something
immediately wrong. My bedroom door was wide open and my
dog wasn't in the room. That never happens. My brother
doesn't enter my room when I'm asleep, and he definitely
doesn't let my dog out. Still, I pushed it off
until I went downstairs. The first thing my brother asked
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me was did you bring someone home last night? I
told him no. His face instantly changed fear, not confusion.
He asked again, are you sure no one came back
with you? I swear I hadn't. I didn't even talk
to anyone. Besides I'm my best friend. That's when he
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told me what happened. At around three am, he heard
loud noises downstairs. Thinking I was putting together my Ikia
desk I had just bought, he got out of bed
to yell at me for being so loud. When he
reached the landing halfway down the staircase, he flicked on
the light. At the bottom of the stairs was a girl.
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She was standing there calmly picking up my desk box
that had fallen over. She leaned against the wall, then
she looked straight at him. Neither of them said a word.
I asked him, why didn't confront her or call the police?
He said, my German shepherd was standing right next to her,
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completely relaxed, so he assumed she was someone I brought home.
What unsettled him most was that she didn't panic at all.
When she saw him, she acted like she belonged there.
After locking eyes, she casually walked into the liver room
instead of going out the front door, which was literally
two feet behind her. He turned off the light and
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went back to bed, deciding to ask me who she
was in the morning. That's when everything clicked. My bedroom
door was wide open, and my dog wasn't with me.
Whoever this girl was at some point she had been
in my room. Whoever you are, that's not meet. When
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I was about twenty three, my friend Emily was using
tender and matched with a guy. She sent him a
photo of me, and he told her that his friend
was interested. Before I knew it, we were playing in
a double date. Their idea of a hangout a hike.
The guys picked us up and drove us to a
deserted like trail where you could see the city in
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neighborhoods from far off. I already felt a little uneasy,
but I hadn't promised anything. I was just along for
the ride. We started climbing higher up the trail. At
some point, Emily and her date walked ahead, turned a
corner and disappeared down the hill. That left me alone
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with him. The second that they were out of sight,
I felt his arm wrap around me. Something pressed against
my neck. I looked down and realized it was a
pocket knife. I let out a nervous laugh, probably pure shock,
and he actually grinned and said, you laughed, You're my
kind of girl. Then he slipped a knife back into
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his pocket and kept his arm around me like nothing happened.
I tried to move forward quickly and get through the
rest of the hike. Afterwards, they brought us back to
his family's house. Apparently they were really wealthy. I left
my sweatshirt there by accident. Later he sent a picture
of it to Emily, saying, I get it back next
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this time she comes over. There was no next time.
I never saw him again. So I was telling the
coworker this story, and she suggested I share it here.
Sorry in advance if I ramble. I tend to remember
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more random details every time I tell it. Back when
I was about seventeen, around two thousand and nine, I
worked as a courtesy clerk at a grocery store, bagging
groceries and bringing in the cards. My mom and sister
also worked there, so this place felt like family. Most
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of the guys I worked with were very protective of me,
which honestly was a blessing. I got hit on by
older men all the time. My boss would even follow
me home some nights just to make sure no creeps
were trailing me. One incident, though, has stuck with me.
It was an insanely hot day. I just finished wrangling
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a mountain the carts and ducked into the little pizzeria
corner of the store to cool down. Out of nowhere,
this man in his twenties or thirties came up to
me and handing me his number. He didn't say much,
if anything, and just walked off. I was too overheated
to react. The next day, a silver minivan pulled up
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next to me outside I noticed baby shoes hanging from
the rear view mirror. The man tried talking to me,
and I remember cutting him off and saying I'm seventeen
and I have a boyfriend. Usually that would scare men away,
this one didn't. That night, near closing time, my cashier
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whispered that someone was watching us. I turned and saw
the same man from the minivan standing around the corner,
just staring. I told my night manager, who immediately opened
his office door while counting tills to keep an eye
on things. The guy eventually left the store, but just
waited outside. My manager ended up following me home that night.
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A few days later, my aunt randomly texted me, which
was unusual. We hardly talked. She sent me a link
to a Craigslist misconnections post and asked if it was
about me.
Speaker 2 (07:27):
It was.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
This post is something like.
Speaker 2 (07:31):
Saw you working in the grocery store. You were cute.
You wore bowing your hair, suspenders hanging from your shorts,
a bunch of wristbands, and had bright colored hair. Your
name tag said Garrett. I'm forty and would like to
meet up.
Speaker 1 (07:51):
The Garrett part really freaked me out because Garrett wasn't me.
My coworkers and I used to switch name tags sometimes
just to mess with customers and see their reactions. So
not only was this guy watching me closely enough to
describe my entire outfit, but he also memorized the fake
name I just happened to be wearing that day. I
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ran to my day manager and showed him the post.
He immediately replied with too young for you parent. After
that things got weirder. I'd see the same silver van around,
but sometimes I wasn't sure if it was even the
same guy. Once I rushed aside after spotting it, and
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suddenly the man was already following me down the aisle.
There was no way he could have parked that fast
and got it inside. When I screamed, he bolted before
anyone else saw him. The police got involved and gave
me an escort home every night that week. Eventually I
was transferred to another store in a different town, and
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I never saw the van or that man again. Being
hit on by creepy old men unfortunately stopped. But that
Craigslist post still gives me the chills to this day.
I wish I could find it again. It was so
unsteadily reading how he described me. So to the man
who wrote the Craigslist post about a seventeen year old girl,
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it's not me. Update. Not too long after this happened,
the cops posted a sex trafficking ring in my area
and arrested around forty people. When I saw that on
the news, it really made my stomach drop. I'll never
know if that guy was connected, but it honestly feels
that he could have been. Thinking back on how he
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looked at me the way he lingered and how off
everything fell. I still get chills. Hello read it. I'm
a nineteen year old guy living with my parents. I'm
about to start university, and since the start of these
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summer holidays, I've been feeling like I'm being spied on,
whether there's actually someone around my house, either inside or outside,
just wandering around. Tonight, at twelve fifteen am, I noticed
strange things happening, and honestly, I think I might be
going crazy. I live in a small town where there's
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not much going on here, really nothing at all. I
hear footsteps in my attic or behind the wall of
my bedroom. You should know that the only way to
get there is to go through my mom's room and
then through the attic hatch, but the only way to
access it is from within the house. For example, right now,
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there's a horrible smell like white grass mixed with something
burnt and something rotten. It's disgusting. But what really made
me realize something was wrong was that when I leaned closer,
I heard a video maybe YouTube or someone talking to
someone else, but I couldn't understand the words, and there
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was literally no one outside. I wanted to smoke outside
in my garden, but I couldn't. My brain was telling
me not to go out because even outside I could
hear the noises. I don't understand. I feel like I'm
losing my mind. But even when my mom's heard the
footsteps though outside, she went out at four am to
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check what was going on, but found absolutely nothing. No one.
Sometimes I hear noises on the roof tiles, like someone's
trying to get through my window, but there's absolutely no one.
This has been happening for a few days now, and
I don't know what to do. I sleep with the
windows open but the shutters closed. I sometimes panic, but
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I tell myself it's nothing. I'm really scared that there's
actually someone in my house, especially since almost all the
houses around mind have been broken into or squatted. Anyways,
I don't know what to do. So I'm going to
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start this off by saying that English is in fact
not my first language, so there might be some mistakes
here and there. So this story happened at work, I'd
say about two years ago. I'm a female and was
nineteen at the time. I worked at my local coffee
shop and I still work there. I usually worked closing shift,
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which ends at ten o'clock. During dead times, we have
to close the shop alone, which I did that day.
So about fifteen minutes before I closed my shop, an
unusual client entered the cafe. I say unusual because most
of my clients are regulars. So this dude, i'd say
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he's in his mid to late thirties. He comes in
and asks me for an empty cup, which I gave him.
Nothing seemed weird at first. The guy goes into the
corner to pop open a bottle of champagne. He chugs
about half of it and pours the other half in
that same cup I gave him. I did think it
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was weird, but I didn't want to confront him because
remember I was working the shift alone. So after chugging
his huge amount of alcohol, he just started dancing around
the corner, which I definitely found weird, but I really
just wanted to finish my shift and go get wasted
with my friends. So it's about five minutes before closing hour.
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I go around the coffee shop and let the clients
know that we're closing. Before leaving, the dude comes up
to the counter and slides the chocolate bar and just
says thank you so much. I smiled and said no problem.
Then he left the shop. At first sight, the chocolate
bar seemed normal, but after a further investigation, I noticed
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that it was cutting hand inside the package, and it
seemed to be sealed back up with a hair straightener
or something hot, which I found concerning to say the least.
One thing I didn't mention at first is that my
friends were sitting at a table inside the coffee shop.
But during the time that he was there, I didn't
talk to them at all since I was trying to
finish my task as fast as I could, so at
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first sight, they didn't look like they were my friends.
Whatever time goes by and ten o'clock finally comes around,
I locked both front and back doors. When locked, it's
possible to use the back door to exit the restaurant,
but not to enter. But while I was counting the
till investing around my three friends, one of them goes
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to the bathroom. It's important to know that she used
the handicap bathroom, which shares the same wall with a
men's bathroom. Kind Of annoyed, the same friend comes out
and asks who knocked on the wall While I was pissing.
Me and my two friends look at each other confused
because none of us pulled that prank. Safe to say,
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we were kind of concerned. Naturally, we went into a
quick check of the men's restroom. We didn't open the
stall that was right against the handicap bathroom because we
were a little too scared, meaning the man might have
been crouched on the toilet. After that, I finished closing work,
I turned off the lights, and as I'm about to
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enter the code to exit the building, I hear the
back door open and close. I think it's pretty obvious
that someone was in fact hiding in the bathroom. All
that made me connect some dots. What if I really
was alone that night? What if, for some reason, I
ate that chocolate he gave me. Would he have attacked me,
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raped me, kill me? All that might seem like a
bit of a reach, but you never really know someone's intention.
So many questions still unanswered, But this situation still keeps
me up at night. I hope we never meet again.
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This happened twenty some years ago, but it's still really
vivid in my mind. I, a forty year old female,
was working alone in sort of a CD area in
my hometown at a twenty four hour adult video toy store.
I more often than not ended up working in the
overnight shift, which wasn't usually too bad. Occasionally we get
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drunk guys from the bar next door, but mostly the
customers were pretty respectful. A guy came in after midnight.
I was never sure of his age. He seemed like
the sort of guy who was fifty but also possibly
twenty five or somewhere in between. He had the same
haircut as Johnny Depp in that god awful Wonka movie.
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And he talked in this weird falsetto Michael Jackson voice.
It made my skin f fucking crawl. He asked me
to call him a cab, and I did my nervously
told him he could wait in the front of the
store for it, and probably made up something about paying
customers only inside the store, but he ignored me, slowly
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making his way further into the store and making a conversation.
I kept thinking, this guy was definitely on something, and
he was definitely gonna skin me and wear me like
a people suit. He was standing right next to the
phone on the counter, sort of leaning against it. I
kept telling him that his taxi would be there any minute,
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and he ignored me, still asking me questions. I just
remember him asking, do you have any pussycats? No? I
was led to believe that I could find some pussy
cats in here. If I had a dildo to brandish
as a weapon within reach or spray him with lub
to make makeshift pepper spray, at that point, I would
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have used it. Thankfully, this beautiful angel of a man
who decided to rent porn after midnight came in. I
immediately greeted him and said, oh, I need to talk
to you about your special order. When he came over
to the counter to ask what I meant, I whispered,
please stay, and sort of jerked my head towards the
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creepy guy, who was just smiling at us. My guardian
porn runner went along with a ruse and thank you,
Baby Jesus. The creep went out to get to his taxi.
The customer asked if I was okay, and I said
I was, so he went to browse. I gave him
a free rental as a thank you. I swear to
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God I could still hear the creep's voice when I
think about this so possible serial killer Willy Wonka, Let's
not meet again. This was back when I was in
my freshman year of high school at an extreme falling
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out with a friend who was manipulative, secretive, and extremely
reluctant for me to know anything about her. A lot
happened when we were friends and had a crush on
her to what she found out about and started acting
differently towards me. She started telling me that she was
selling her body and always urged me to ditch school
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and let her show me things. We stopped being friends
for a while, and she was expelled and I was
born by the police and teachers not to approach, to
which they never explained why she was expelled. One day
out of the blue a year later, when we were
both going to new schools and had our own separate lives,
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she found my account and messaged me, asking me sexual
questions and making up stories and trying to lure me
to her house to have sex. Despite being autistic and
being easily taken advantage of my whole life, I noticed
something was off and I blocked her. In that moment,
I thought back to the first and only time we
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hung out outside of school, where she had got to
me to hang out with her at the park near
her house. I remember how she started to lead me
away from the car, with two men slowly following us,
creeping right behind us, watching us. I remember her noticing
the two men and begging me to leave and not
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come into our house. Back then, I didn't understand why,
but I remember leaving. I found it weird that she
tried to block me from the car, but never understood
or thought anything of it. Recently, the account in her
bio got reported for sexual exploitation, and I wondered what
would have happened today if I hadn't left earlier, or
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if I actually accepted her offer to have sex at
her house. I wondered if I would possibly be a
victim of something bigger. Every day I still pieced together
the puzzles of what happened and how close I could
have been kidnapped by those guys in those cars. Either way,
let's not meet all preface by saying that I was
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raised by a killer. My grandfather and grandmother raised me,
and when I was seventeen, my grandfather stalked, kidnapped, and
murdered my grandmother because she wanted a divorce. I also
married my ex husband at twenty two, later to find
out that his dad was a prolific pedophile, raping his
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sisters as young as six years old. Both are in
prison for life. But these are men I was extremely
close to. For a while. I was almost attracted to danger,
and the warning signs were easily ignored and considered normal
until I started listening to my intuition. And now I
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can spot these predatory type people out They know I
recognize them. It's like an unspoken thing, like when you're
at a party and someone else sees something funny, but
you don't know each other well enough to say it
out loud, so you just kind of look at each
other and kind of laugh teleopathically. It's only happened twice,
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as they don't really get out like that. And to
be frank, there aren't a lot of people like this
out there, and if they are out there, I'm not
in neft enough at pointing them all out. But I
could tell almost immediately with this man. My mom's friend
is a truck driver. My mom has been taking my
daughter to play with his daughter on little play dates.
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They met at a church group. Come to find out
later that this church group is a weird extremist version
of Christianity, but they all believed all white people are
evil and that they're the chosen ones rather than Jews,
and a whole bunch of other weird shit. It's a cult.
I became uncomfortable with my mom taking my daughter on
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these playdates once I realized how disturbed the combined beliefs were.
I didn't want to cut off the playdates cold turkey
for the sake of the kids, so I started taking
time off work to join them and told my mom
he wasn't allowed near my daughter without me being there.
When I first met him, he was very charming and sweet, funny,
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but annoyingly jolly and clearly trying hard to appear innocent
and sweet. He used a soft voice to make me comfortable,
and increasingly talked about being protective to make himself seem
more manly. He told me weird things like that his
daughter wasn't allowed to wear pants, only dresses. Then he
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kept offering me drinks one after another while we were
hanging out with our kids. Not a big deal, but
I'm not a drinker, especially not on playdates, and I
made that very clear to him. While we were sitting
down watching the kids at the beach at this time,
he set up a little blanket area and told me
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I could come closer. I didn't know how to react,
other than to say that I needed to sit where
I was sitting to see the kids better. I had
already been sitting on my own blanket. He kept pushing
it and said I could see them from here here,
being basically on his lap on the blanket he had
sat up. He stared at me silently for what seemed
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like an hour before I scooted closer to him. To
not make things more awkward for everyone around, I sat
on the corner of the blanket and tried to avoid
eye contact and focused on the kids, being sure not
to have him get too close or me get too close.
I got weird vibes, but figured he was obviously weird
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because of his Culty beliefs and just shrugged off as
him being odd. But my cut was burning for days
after that first meeting. I also noticed that he really
spoke badly about women, especially his kid's mom. I figured
he was just a misogynistic weirdo. He went on a
truck run and when he came back immediately wanted to
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get our kids together again. I told my mom that
I had to be there, so we arranged a date
and time where I wasn't working. We went to a
paint studio for kids, and again the whole time he
was offering me drinks. At an art studio for kids
where no drinks were served. He even ran to a
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bar to get some drinks and then brought them into
a children's art studio. He had a handful of beers
as he was surrounded by kids painting bluey portraits. It
was bizarre. We went from the art studio to a
trampoline park, and as the kids were joking around and
jumping and playing, he repeatedly picked me up and threw
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me onto the phone ball, despite my clear discomfort and
telling him I wasn't feeling well and asking him to stop.
He then pulled me down on top of him while
he was laying on the trampoline, to which I got
very upset and stormed off, taking my daughter with me.
At one point before that, I got in a friction
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burn on my wrist from sliding down the trampoline too fast,
and he took my wrists and grabbed it hard, then
pressed down on the open sword to taunt me. I
don't know if this man is just socially awkward or
disturbed or what, but my body has never physically reacted
so strongly to a person besides my ex husband's father,
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who was a convicted peto. I could not sleep for days.
I started smoking cigares again ten years after I quit.
My thoughts were racing constantly. I called my brothers and
started telling them how odd it was, but I ended
up crying at the end of our conversations out of
pure fear. My stomach was shaking. That lasted for about
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two weeks. Obviously, I can't say that he's a serial killer,
but the truck driver occupation, paired with his obvious devious
nature is just not something I want to fuck with.
Edit one. I met this dude twice and this was
like a year ago. I banned him from our lives
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and preferably my mom's, but I can't control her. My
kid is barely allowed around my own mother anymore, as
I lost trust in her after this. Obviously, thinking about
bad mom, it's up to you. I don't care about
your opinions, as I know how vigilant I am and
my kid's safety. I started a new job working from
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home just to be around her, so my mother doesn't
need to be among other security measures that have been
taken to protect her. Two don't know enough details about
this guy to file her or go to CPS, and
I don't plan on being around him anymore to get
more details. I don't even know where he lives, and
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my mom refuses to give me any more details because
she's suspicious of my intentions since she knows I think
he's disgusting. I even tried asking for their address so
I could send a birthday invitation, and she wouldn't even
give me that because they don't celebrate birthdays in their religion.
This is a very odd and unique situation, and it's
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not going to be easy to get police onto this man.
I want to preface this story with the day that
we moved into our new town home. My brother and
I had lived together for a long time, so moving
in together wasn't unusual. One day, on the very first
morning in a new place, I stepped outside to smoke
a cigarette. My brother followed me and we were talking
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about football when he suddenly froze, pointing towards the wooden
frame of our covered patio. Written in big black marker
was my name Ryan. Neither of us had family or
friends over yet, because we moved everything ourselves and it
hadn't been there the night before. We stood there, confused,
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but never figured out how it got there. Now, fast
forward two months, I went to a bar down the
street with a good friend while my brother stayed home.
It was a normal night. I left the bar, grabbed
some food, and got back around one am. My brother
was already asleep, so I ate went upstairs with the
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German shepherd and crashed. The next morning, I noticed something
immediately wrong. My bedroom door was wide open and my
dog wasn't in the room. That never happens. My brother
doesn't enter my room when I'm asleep, and he definitely
doesn't let my dog out. Still, I pushed it off
until I went downstairs. The first thing my brother asked
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me was did you bring someone home last night? I
told him no. His face instantly changed fear, not confusion.
He asked again, are you sure no one came back
with you? I swear I hadn't. I didn't even talk
to anyone. Besides I'm my best friend. That's when he
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told me what happened. At around three am, he heard
loud noises downstairs. Thinking I was putting together my Ikia
desk I had just bought, he got out of bed
to yell at me for being so loud. When he
reached the landing halfway down the staircase, he flicked on
the light. At the bottom of the stairs was a girl.
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She was standing there calmly picking up my desk box
that had fallen over. She leaned against the wall, then
she looked straight at him. Neither of them said a word.
I asked him, why didn't confront her or call the police?
He said, my German shepherd was standing right next to her,
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completely relaxed, so he assumed she was someone I brought home.
What unsettled him most was that she didn't panic at all.
When she saw him, she acted like she belonged there.
After locking eyes, she casually walked into the liver room
instead of going out the front door, which was literally
two feet behind her. He turned off the light and
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went back to bed, deciding to ask me who she
was in the morning. That's when everything clicked. My bedroom
door was wide open, and my dog wasn't with me.
Whoever this girl was at some point she had been
in my room. Whoever you are, that's not meet. When
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I was about twenty three, my friend Emily was using
tender and matched with a guy. She sent him a
photo of me, and he told her that his friend
was interested. Before I knew it, we were playing in
a double date. Their idea of a hangout a hike.
The guys picked us up and drove us to a
deserted like trail where you could see the city in
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neighborhoods from far off. I already felt a little uneasy,
but I hadn't promised anything. I was just along for
the ride. We started climbing higher up the trail. At
some point, Emily and her date walked ahead, turned a
corner and disappeared down the hill. That left me alone
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with him. The second that they were out of sight,
I felt his arm wrap around me. Something pressed against
my neck. I looked down and realized it was a
pocket knife. I let out a nervous laugh, probably pure shock,
and he actually grinned and said, you laughed, You're my
kind of girl. Then he slipped a knife back into
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his pocket and kept his arm around me like nothing happened.
I tried to move forward quickly and get through the
rest of the hike. Afterwards, they brought us back to
his family's house. Apparently they were really wealthy. I left
my sweatshirt there by accident. Later he sent a picture
of it to Emily, saying, I get it back next
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this time she comes over. There was no next time.
I never saw him again. So I was telling the
coworker this story, and she suggested I share it here.
Sorry in advance if I ramble. I tend to remember
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more random details every time I tell it. Back when
I was about seventeen, around two thousand and nine, I
worked as a courtesy clerk at a grocery store, bagging
groceries and bringing in the cards. My mom and sister
also worked there, so this place felt like family. Most
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of the guys I worked with were very protective of me,
which honestly was a blessing. I got hit on by
older men all the time. My boss would even follow
me home some nights just to make sure no creeps
were trailing me. One incident, though, has stuck with me.
It was an insanely hot day. I just finished wrangling
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a mountain the carts and ducked into the little pizzeria
corner of the store to cool down. Out of nowhere,
this man in his twenties or thirties came up to
me and handing me his number. He didn't say much,
if anything, and just walked off. I was too overheated
to react. The next day, a silver minivan pulled up
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next to me outside I noticed baby shoes hanging from
the rear view mirror. The man tried talking to me,
and I remember cutting him off and saying I'm seventeen
and I have a boyfriend. Usually that would scare men away,
this one didn't. That night, near closing time, my cashier
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whispered that someone was watching us. I turned and saw
the same man from the minivan standing around the corner,
just staring. I told my night manager, who immediately opened
his office door while counting tills to keep an eye
on things. The guy eventually left the store, but just
waited outside. My manager ended up following me home that night.
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A few days later, my aunt randomly texted me, which
was unusual. We hardly talked. She sent me a link
to a Craigslist misconnections post and asked if it was
about me.
Speaker 2 (07:27):
It was.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
This post is something like.
Speaker 2 (07:31):
Saw you working in the grocery store. You were cute.
You wore bowing your hair, suspenders hanging from your shorts,
a bunch of wristbands, and had bright colored hair. Your
name tag said Garrett. I'm forty and would like to
meet up.
Speaker 1 (07:51):
The Garrett part really freaked me out because Garrett wasn't me.
My coworkers and I used to switch name tags sometimes
just to mess with customers and see their reactions. So
not only was this guy watching me closely enough to
describe my entire outfit, but he also memorized the fake
name I just happened to be wearing that day. I
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ran to my day manager and showed him the post.
He immediately replied with too young for you parent. After
that things got weirder. I'd see the same silver van around,
but sometimes I wasn't sure if it was even the
same guy. Once I rushed aside after spotting it, and
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suddenly the man was already following me down the aisle.
There was no way he could have parked that fast
and got it inside. When I screamed, he bolted before
anyone else saw him. The police got involved and gave
me an escort home every night that week. Eventually I
was transferred to another store in a different town, and
(08:53):
I never saw the van or that man again. Being
hit on by creepy old men unfortunately stopped. But that
Craigslist post still gives me the chills to this day.
I wish I could find it again. It was so
unsteadily reading how he described me. So to the man
who wrote the Craigslist post about a seventeen year old girl,
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it's not me. Update. Not too long after this happened,
the cops posted a sex trafficking ring in my area
and arrested around forty people. When I saw that on
the news, it really made my stomach drop. I'll never
know if that guy was connected, but it honestly feels
that he could have been. Thinking back on how he
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looked at me the way he lingered and how off
everything fell. I still get chills. Hello read it. I'm
a nineteen year old guy living with my parents. I'm
about to start university, and since the start of these
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summer holidays, I've been feeling like I'm being spied on,
whether there's actually someone around my house, either inside or outside,
just wandering around. Tonight, at twelve fifteen am, I noticed
strange things happening, and honestly, I think I might be
going crazy. I live in a small town where there's
(10:20):
not much going on here, really nothing at all. I
hear footsteps in my attic or behind the wall of
my bedroom. You should know that the only way to
get there is to go through my mom's room and
then through the attic hatch, but the only way to
access it is from within the house. For example, right now,
(10:41):
there's a horrible smell like white grass mixed with something
burnt and something rotten. It's disgusting. But what really made
me realize something was wrong was that when I leaned closer,
I heard a video maybe YouTube or someone talking to
someone else, but I couldn't understand the words, and there
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was literally no one outside. I wanted to smoke outside
in my garden, but I couldn't. My brain was telling
me not to go out because even outside I could
hear the noises. I don't understand. I feel like I'm
losing my mind. But even when my mom's heard the
footsteps though outside, she went out at four am to
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check what was going on, but found absolutely nothing. No one.
Sometimes I hear noises on the roof tiles, like someone's
trying to get through my window, but there's absolutely no one.
This has been happening for a few days now, and
I don't know what to do. I sleep with the
windows open but the shutters closed. I sometimes panic, but
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I tell myself it's nothing. I'm really scared that there's
actually someone in my house, especially since almost all the
houses around mind have been broken into or squatted. Anyways,
I don't know what to do. So I'm going to
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start this off by saying that English is in fact
not my first language, so there might be some mistakes
here and there. So this story happened at work, I'd
say about two years ago. I'm a female and was
nineteen at the time. I worked at my local coffee
shop and I still work there. I usually worked closing shift,
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which ends at ten o'clock. During dead times, we have
to close the shop alone, which I did that day.
So about fifteen minutes before I closed my shop, an
unusual client entered the cafe. I say unusual because most
of my clients are regulars. So this dude, i'd say
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he's in his mid to late thirties. He comes in
and asks me for an empty cup, which I gave him.
Nothing seemed weird at first. The guy goes into the
corner to pop open a bottle of champagne. He chugs
about half of it and pours the other half in
that same cup I gave him. I did think it
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was weird, but I didn't want to confront him because
remember I was working the shift alone. So after chugging
his huge amount of alcohol, he just started dancing around
the corner, which I definitely found weird, but I really
just wanted to finish my shift and go get wasted
with my friends. So it's about five minutes before closing hour.
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I go around the coffee shop and let the clients
know that we're closing. Before leaving, the dude comes up
to the counter and slides the chocolate bar and just
says thank you so much. I smiled and said no problem.
Then he left the shop. At first sight, the chocolate
bar seemed normal, but after a further investigation, I noticed
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that it was cutting hand inside the package, and it
seemed to be sealed back up with a hair straightener
or something hot, which I found concerning to say the least.
One thing I didn't mention at first is that my
friends were sitting at a table inside the coffee shop.
But during the time that he was there, I didn't
talk to them at all since I was trying to
finish my task as fast as I could, so at
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first sight, they didn't look like they were my friends.
Whatever time goes by and ten o'clock finally comes around,
I locked both front and back doors. When locked, it's
possible to use the back door to exit the restaurant,
but not to enter. But while I was counting the
till investing around my three friends, one of them goes
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to the bathroom. It's important to know that she used
the handicap bathroom, which shares the same wall with a
men's bathroom. Kind Of annoyed, the same friend comes out
and asks who knocked on the wall While I was pissing.
Me and my two friends look at each other confused
because none of us pulled that prank. Safe to say,
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we were kind of concerned. Naturally, we went into a
quick check of the men's restroom. We didn't open the
stall that was right against the handicap bathroom because we
were a little too scared, meaning the man might have
been crouched on the toilet. After that, I finished closing work,
I turned off the lights, and as I'm about to
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enter the code to exit the building, I hear the
back door open and close. I think it's pretty obvious
that someone was in fact hiding in the bathroom. All
that made me connect some dots. What if I really
was alone that night? What if, for some reason, I
ate that chocolate he gave me. Would he have attacked me,
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raped me, kill me? All that might seem like a
bit of a reach, but you never really know someone's intention.
So many questions still unanswered, But this situation still keeps
me up at night. I hope we never meet again.
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This happened twenty some years ago, but it's still really
vivid in my mind. I, a forty year old female,
was working alone in sort of a CD area in
my hometown at a twenty four hour adult video toy store.
I more often than not ended up working in the
overnight shift, which wasn't usually too bad. Occasionally we get
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drunk guys from the bar next door, but mostly the
customers were pretty respectful. A guy came in after midnight.
I was never sure of his age. He seemed like
the sort of guy who was fifty but also possibly
twenty five or somewhere in between. He had the same
haircut as Johnny Depp in that god awful Wonka movie.
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And he talked in this weird falsetto Michael Jackson voice.
It made my skin f fucking crawl. He asked me
to call him a cab, and I did my nervously
told him he could wait in the front of the
store for it, and probably made up something about paying
customers only inside the store, but he ignored me, slowly
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making his way further into the store and making a conversation.
I kept thinking, this guy was definitely on something, and
he was definitely gonna skin me and wear me like
a people suit. He was standing right next to the
phone on the counter, sort of leaning against it. I
kept telling him that his taxi would be there any minute,
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and he ignored me, still asking me questions. I just
remember him asking, do you have any pussycats? No? I
was led to believe that I could find some pussy
cats in here. If I had a dildo to brandish
as a weapon within reach or spray him with lub
to make makeshift pepper spray, at that point, I would
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have used it. Thankfully, this beautiful angel of a man
who decided to rent porn after midnight came in. I
immediately greeted him and said, oh, I need to talk
to you about your special order. When he came over
to the counter to ask what I meant, I whispered,
please stay, and sort of jerked my head towards the
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creepy guy, who was just smiling at us. My guardian
porn runner went along with a ruse and thank you,
Baby Jesus. The creep went out to get to his taxi.
The customer asked if I was okay, and I said
I was, so he went to browse. I gave him
a free rental as a thank you. I swear to
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God I could still hear the creep's voice when I
think about this so possible serial killer Willy Wonka, Let's
not meet again. This was back when I was in
my freshman year of high school at an extreme falling
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out with a friend who was manipulative, secretive, and extremely
reluctant for me to know anything about her. A lot
happened when we were friends and had a crush on
her to what she found out about and started acting
differently towards me. She started telling me that she was
selling her body and always urged me to ditch school
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and let her show me things. We stopped being friends
for a while, and she was expelled and I was
born by the police and teachers not to approach, to
which they never explained why she was expelled. One day
out of the blue a year later, when we were
both going to new schools and had our own separate lives,
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she found my account and messaged me, asking me sexual
questions and making up stories and trying to lure me
to her house to have sex. Despite being autistic and
being easily taken advantage of my whole life, I noticed
something was off and I blocked her. In that moment,
I thought back to the first and only time we
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hung out outside of school, where she had got to
me to hang out with her at the park near
her house. I remember how she started to lead me
away from the car, with two men slowly following us,
creeping right behind us, watching us. I remember her noticing
the two men and begging me to leave and not
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come into our house. Back then, I didn't understand why,
but I remember leaving. I found it weird that she
tried to block me from the car, but never understood
or thought anything of it. Recently, the account in her
bio got reported for sexual exploitation, and I wondered what
would have happened today if I hadn't left earlier, or
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if I actually accepted her offer to have sex at
her house. I wondered if I would possibly be a
victim of something bigger. Every day I still pieced together
the puzzles of what happened and how close I could
have been kidnapped by those guys in those cars. Either way,
let's not meet all preface by saying that I was
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raised by a killer. My grandfather and grandmother raised me,
and when I was seventeen, my grandfather stalked, kidnapped, and
murdered my grandmother because she wanted a divorce. I also
married my ex husband at twenty two, later to find
out that his dad was a prolific pedophile, raping his
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sisters as young as six years old. Both are in
prison for life. But these are men I was extremely
close to. For a while. I was almost attracted to danger,
and the warning signs were easily ignored and considered normal
until I started listening to my intuition. And now I
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can spot these predatory type people out They know I
recognize them. It's like an unspoken thing, like when you're
at a party and someone else sees something funny, but
you don't know each other well enough to say it
out loud, so you just kind of look at each
other and kind of laugh teleopathically. It's only happened twice,
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as they don't really get out like that. And to
be frank, there aren't a lot of people like this
out there, and if they are out there, I'm not
in neft enough at pointing them all out. But I
could tell almost immediately with this man. My mom's friend
is a truck driver. My mom has been taking my
daughter to play with his daughter on little play dates.
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They met at a church group. Come to find out
later that this church group is a weird extremist version
of Christianity, but they all believed all white people are
evil and that they're the chosen ones rather than Jews,
and a whole bunch of other weird shit. It's a cult.
I became uncomfortable with my mom taking my daughter on
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these playdates once I realized how disturbed the combined beliefs were.
I didn't want to cut off the playdates cold turkey
for the sake of the kids, so I started taking
time off work to join them and told my mom
he wasn't allowed near my daughter without me being there.
When I first met him, he was very charming and sweet, funny,
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but annoyingly jolly and clearly trying hard to appear innocent
and sweet. He used a soft voice to make me comfortable,
and increasingly talked about being protective to make himself seem
more manly. He told me weird things like that his
daughter wasn't allowed to wear pants, only dresses. Then he
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kept offering me drinks one after another while we were
hanging out with our kids. Not a big deal, but
I'm not a drinker, especially not on playdates, and I
made that very clear to him. While we were sitting
down watching the kids at the beach at this time,
he set up a little blanket area and told me
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I could come closer. I didn't know how to react,
other than to say that I needed to sit where
I was sitting to see the kids better. I had
already been sitting on my own blanket. He kept pushing
it and said I could see them from here here,
being basically on his lap on the blanket he had
sat up. He stared at me silently for what seemed
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like an hour before I scooted closer to him. To
not make things more awkward for everyone around, I sat
on the corner of the blanket and tried to avoid
eye contact and focused on the kids, being sure not
to have him get too close or me get too close.
I got weird vibes, but figured he was obviously weird
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because of his Culty beliefs and just shrugged off as
him being odd. But my cut was burning for days
after that first meeting. I also noticed that he really
spoke badly about women, especially his kid's mom. I figured
he was just a misogynistic weirdo. He went on a
truck run and when he came back immediately wanted to
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get our kids together again. I told my mom that
I had to be there, so we arranged a date
and time where I wasn't working. We went to a
paint studio for kids, and again the whole time he
was offering me drinks. At an art studio for kids
where no drinks were served. He even ran to a
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bar to get some drinks and then brought them into
a children's art studio. He had a handful of beers
as he was surrounded by kids painting bluey portraits. It
was bizarre. We went from the art studio to a
trampoline park, and as the kids were joking around and
jumping and playing, he repeatedly picked me up and threw
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me onto the phone ball, despite my clear discomfort and
telling him I wasn't feeling well and asking him to stop.
He then pulled me down on top of him while
he was laying on the trampoline, to which I got
very upset and stormed off, taking my daughter with me.
At one point before that, I got in a friction
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burn on my wrist from sliding down the trampoline too fast,
and he took my wrists and grabbed it hard, then
pressed down on the open sword to taunt me. I
don't know if this man is just socially awkward or
disturbed or what, but my body has never physically reacted
so strongly to a person besides my ex husband's father,
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who was a convicted peto. I could not sleep for days.
I started smoking cigares again ten years after I quit.
My thoughts were racing constantly. I called my brothers and
started telling them how odd it was, but I ended
up crying at the end of our conversations out of
pure fear. My stomach was shaking. That lasted for about
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two weeks. Obviously, I can't say that he's a serial killer,
but the truck driver occupation, paired with his obvious devious
nature is just not something I want to fuck with.
Edit one. I met this dude twice and this was
like a year ago. I banned him from our lives
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and preferably my mom's, but I can't control her. My
kid is barely allowed around my own mother anymore, as
I lost trust in her after this. Obviously, thinking about
bad mom, it's up to you. I don't care about
your opinions, as I know how vigilant I am and
my kid's safety. I started a new job working from
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home just to be around her, so my mother doesn't
need to be among other security measures that have been
taken to protect her. Two don't know enough details about
this guy to file her or go to CPS, and
I don't plan on being around him anymore to get
more details. I don't even know where he lives, and
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my mom refuses to give me any more details because
she's suspicious of my intentions since she knows I think
he's disgusting. I even tried asking for their address so
I could send a birthday invitation, and she wouldn't even
give me that because they don't celebrate birthdays in their religion.
This is a very odd and unique situation, and it's
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not going to be easy to get police onto this man.
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