True Scary Stalker, Being Followed and Chased Horror Stories | Compilation - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Still a little shaken up from this. I live in
the outskirts of one of the largest cities in the Northeast,
in a quiet section of a city with a small
town feel. I go to the gym in the suburbs
and was headed home after a pretty intense workout, just
ready to get home, pet my dog and take a
much needed shower. Now to get back into the section

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of the city from the suburbs, there's this old four
lane bridge that leads into a few of the main
streets of the neighborhood. The lanes aren't separated by markings,
but there are signs on the bridge and everyone respects
the two cars to a lane policy. As I was
driving across the bridge, I stayed in the right lane

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to go straight across, as the left lane this is
a turn lane. As I reached the end of the lane,
I noticed that the car at the end was over
into my lane about a foot, and I did my
best to cut around it. One of my tires ended
up a bit on the sidewalk. As I made my
way into my lane, I glanced over at the sky.

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Didn't flip him off or acted aggressively, but I'm sure
my face expressed my thought of what the fuck are
you doing? The light turned green and I went straight across.
I noticed the car that had been blocking my lane,
despite being in the turning lane, went straight as well.
Looking in my rear view mirror, I could see an

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illuminated Uber light in his windshield. I continued up the
semi residential street, stopping at each stop sign on the
way up, this car remaining behind me the whole way.
As I was already thinking the Sky doesn't know how
to drive. I kept an eye on my rear view
mirror as I approached the main street in the area.

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As I was waiting with the light, I noticed that
the Sky had turned off his Uber light, and something
in me realized that something was wrong. I'm not sure
what it was, but the Uber light gave me some
sort of comfort that this guy was working, and his
conscious act of turning it off made me feel uneasy.
As I turned onto the main street and made the

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first lift turn I could, and the Uber made the
turn behind me. I was now on a residential street,
but as I knew the area, I drove it a
conscious space, making a couple turns heading towards the highway.
The Uber pursued his bumper about a foot and a
half from mine, halfway down to the residential street. There

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was no doubt in my mind that I was being
pursued now, despite me having a very buttoned up office
job and a soft spoken personality, I don't necessarily think
that I'm a prime target for being chased. I'm a
big guy. I'm between sixty five and sixty six, a
little under two hundred twenty pounds, muscular, and have a

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ton of tattoos. I'm sure this guy saw me as
I I pulled up next to him on the bridge,
and from my glance at him, he looked older and
much smaller than myself. While the thought of pulling over
and escalating things did cross my mind, with the rate
of gun crime in my city, that thought was gone
as soon as it came. All I could focus on

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was getting to a safe place and making sure this
maniac didn't find out where I lived. As I turned
onto the highway, he followed again, cutting across several lanes
and accelerating to catch up to me. I made the
first ride. I was able to then let him down
a winding maze of backstreets, his car inches away from
my bumper. The entire time, I wasn't paying attention to

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the one ways stop signs or speed limits. At this point,
I just knew I needed to get away. All the
while the uber followed, matching my speed and taking every
sharp turn that I did through the maze streets. Realizing
that I needed to get back on a more populated
area in case this guy decided to shoot me or

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hit my car, I headed back in the direction of
the main street, spotting out the corner of my eye
parking lot of fast food restaurants that provided a shortcut
to the main road. I blasted through that parking lot,
the man speeding it after me, and I felt hopeless.
If this guy was willing to follow me through all that,

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he wouldn't stop until he caught me. I weighed my
options as I turned onto the main street. The police
department was about a ten minute drive away, but there
were several lights and crosswalks between myself and safety. I
decided I would head back through the streets in the direction,
try my best to lose him as I went. I

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didn't want to get this guy an opportunity to get
out of his car at a red light and hurt
me in some way. I had to head in that direction,
and I prayed I didn't hit any red lights. As
I ran to the corner of the parking lot, my
worst case scenario was revealed a red light with a
car already stopped with opposing traffic. I drove opposite on

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one way to the left with my car ready to
make a turn. I know it was irresponsible, but I
didn't hesitate. I merged into oncoming lanes and made a left,
going down the wrong way down a one way residential street.
A few beeps from other cars around me rang out,
but I didn't care. I just prayed that I had

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made it irresponsible enough maneuver to throw the sky off
and created enough confusion to get away. I looked in
my rear view and didn't see headlights. I drove to
the end of the block of the one way and
made a few random turns down side streets, pulling into
the parking lot of an apartment complex and turning my
car off. My adorenaline was winding down and I couldn't

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stop shaking. I laid my seat all the way back
and called the police non emergency line. The lady who
answered the f was entirely unhelpful and directed me to
call nine one one. All I had was a brief
description of the car and guy, whose face I could
not recall well. The police told me that they were

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just going to write it up as a disturbance. They
told me to drive home as some time I had
passed between the chase ending and them getting to me.
Being the every paranoid person I am, I parked several
blocks down from my house, changed my clothes in my car,
put on a hat, and walked home on the lookout
for this guy in his car. The whole way. I

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thought I saw his car turn left down another block
as I walked, but I told myself that even if
it was him, he wouldn't be able to recognize me
outside my car. Now that I'm home, typing this out,
my large dog next to me, and a drinking my hand,
I feel helpless. I'm scared to drive my car in
the city and run into this crazy person, Scared of

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what he might do to me. I'm worried this guy
would drive around and see my car, find out where
I live, and try to come after me or my
family in some way. I've never felt this vulnerable before
in my entire life. I've never considered purchasing a weapon,
but this encounters making me consider it. All I can

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do is try to move on and hope that he
doesn't get any rights in this area. So deranged uber
driver who chased me through the back streets of my
city because he didn't understand traffic patterns, that's not me.

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Something weird happened on a walk tonight. I was on
a walk with my dog, same routine, same time. I
was walking my normal path, and this part of the
walk happens to be the darkest part. There's an alley
on the left that has absolutely no light. My dog
was suddenly on high alert and was barking like crazy.

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I had my headphones on, but I knew something was wrong,
and I looked to the alley but didn't see anything
at first. When my eyes adjusted, I saw a very
tall and skinny man standing there. He didn't move, he
was just facing me and staring. From what I could tell,
he was all in black. His pants and shirt were long,

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which is weird because it's been ninety two one hundred
all week. Not to mention it's tempium at night, and
this man's wearing a giant black sun hat. I kind
of froze it went uh pretty loudly. As I turned
my headphones off so I could listen in. The man
standing there says nothing, and so I'm turning towards him

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but walking forward. After a second of him being silent
and me trying to walk away, kind of chalking it
up as creepy but harmless, he starts to follow me.
This man follows me for about two to three minutes,
saying absolutely nothing, just staring at me. When I felt
like I could finally speak, I yelled out, my dog's

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gonna fucking bite you. That seemed to scare him a bit,
because after that he slowly followed me for about thirty
seconds more. Then he slowly went onto a sidewalk and
went a different way. When he turned around to get away,
he had a huge backpack on. It was extremely full.
I have a really easy feeling about this. I go

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on this path almost every night, and this man just
so happened to be standing there in the darkest alley.
There's a missing woman three minutes away from me, and
it's alleged that she was assaulted a few days prior
to her sudden disappearance. Should I report this to the
non emergency line. I don't know where to go from here.
I'm very freaked out. This is a long story, so

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stick with me. I'm a twenty three year old female
and I'm a bartender. Stories where I've been generally scared
for my life, but this has got to be the worst.
I'm working at double at the restaurant. Around eleven am,
a delivery man comes in with a package that I
needed to sign for. He comes, I sign for the

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package and tell him to have a good day with
a smile. I continue my shift per usual. This was
a Friday or Saturday, I can't remember, but later on
we got busy. The restaurant and parking lot are full.
I see a lot of different people daily, plus seeing
someone for the second time ever out of their uniform,

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you may not recognize them. Fed Ex driver comes and
sits at the bar. I don't remember him from the
twenty five second interaction we had that morning. I start
talking to him, as I do all my customers. I
get him a drink, appetizer, another drink entree, et cetera.
Our conversation started, how long have you worked here? A

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few years? I've worked my way up how do you
like you here? Just a regular conversation with bar guests.
It slowly became not so regular. He asked if I
had a boyfriend. I said yes. He would change the
subject and then go back complimenting me, saying how beautiful

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I was every few minutes. Can I have your number? No?
I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that. Okay, what's
your last name? We could be Facebook friends. All annoying
but normal interactions I've had with men in this industry.
He started to become really pushy over time, pressing for

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my phone number or social media. I continue to politely
decline and laugh it off. He then tells me I
actually came this morning to drop off a package with
fat X. You signed for it. I came back just
for you. I smile, continue with my stupid customer service.
Oh yeah, I remember you, and then smile and laugh

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it off. I even stepped in the back to vent
to my manager at this point about how he was
extra pushy and uncomfortable last ford. About an hour, he
pays his tab and leaves. I'm just glad he's gone
out this point, we'll say as a guest. It was
about seven pm when he leaves. We are still busy

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and we close at ten pm. We finished dinner, service,
customers slowly start to leave, and the restaurant is finally empty.
I've been cleaning for a while, and I'm finally finishing up.
It's about ten thirty PM at this point I'm cleaning
the bar. I look up. The whole front of the

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restaurant that is facing me consists of a large window
that faces the parking lot, and I see one car
in the parking lot. I notice as a delivery driver
guests from earlier. He's standing outside the car, walking around
and seeming like he's cleaning the back seat. Out door
opens and he's leaning in and out with a bag.

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As soon as I realized it was him who left
almost four hours ago, my heart sank. Why was he
still here? Why was he cleaning the back seat out
I freak. My manager and I are the only people
left at the restaurant at this point, it's almost eleven.
I rent here and tell her everything about how he

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came back just for me, and about how he had
seemingly left four hours ago, and I made her come
from the back of the restaurant to behind the bar
up front so she could see him in the parking lot.
She says he's going to call the police. At this point,
my boyfriend and I had an apartment literally five minutes
away from the restaurant. I told her not to worry

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about it. I'll just call my boyfriend to come get me.
I did just that. My boyfriend could immediately tell something
was wrong, and when I'm scared or anxious, I ramble,
so I gave him a quick debriefing of what's going on.
He said that he'll be there soon and hung up.
My manager made me sit in the office until he

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got there, so I didn't see this go down. All
I remember is my boyfriend coming into the restaurant to
get me, walking me to the car through the back door,
and getting me home. My boyfriend, who is very confrontational
and protective litter, tells me that he pulled into the
parking lot to see a FedEx driver sitting in his
driver's seat of his car. My boyfriend walked up to

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the car and knocked on the window for him to
roll it down. He does, and my boyfriend tells him
something along the lines of you need to get out
of here. This is where the scariest thing happens. The
dude responded to him in a different language, mumbling and
acting like he didn't speak English. My boyfriend says something like,

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I know you speak English. You've been talking talk to
my girlfriend all night, and you need to get out
of here. The dude continued rambling in a different language
until my boyfriend raised his voice and basically said, you
have fifteen seconds before I pull you out of this car,
and you never leave this parking lot before the guy
finally put the car and drive and sped off. I

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was on the edge for weeks after this interaction, and
I have considered switching jobs. Why was he still sitting
in the parking lot that long after we closed and
hours after catching out his tab? And why was he
cleaning out the back seat to the creepy bar guest
delivery driver. Let's never meet again. This happened six or

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seven years ago. Now. I played soccer for one year
in community college after high school. I knew this guy
because he worked for the athletics department. He was another student.
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I had a one hour gap between classes.
This guy noticed me in the library, asked what I

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was doing there, and I told him I had an
hour long gap, and he started coming regularly to hang out.
I didn't mind because he seemed like a normal guy.
He wasn't waiting for anything, but he just wanted to
hang out. He brought me little gifts a few times,
like chocolate and stuff. He was being a little too

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sweet for someone I barely knew. I just didn't think
about the red flags with the gifts. I remember he
always downplayed it. He'd be like, they had an extra
ca cat bart today in the office, do you want something?
He never said that he purposely bought the kitcap for me.

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I know a lot more about boys now than I
knew back then. I think he knew that buying me
gifts would be too much, but he still wanted to
do it without doing it. The soccer season for US
ended before Thanksgiving. The only teams that kept playing after
that were going to the playoffs, not US. After Thanksgiving

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we had finals in that brief period after soccer season
and before Thanksgiving. He asked me about my classes for
the second semester. To be honest, I hadn't been super
organized with course registration, and honestly I didn't know. Also,
the counselors were completely useless. I didn't tell them that,

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but I remember saying I didn't want to have another
gap hour like this because it wasted so much time.
I don't think he was happy to hear that. He
also asked if I would play another season, and I
said no to that. I needed to manage my time better,
and playing soccer every day was not helping. I think

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my mistake was that I just said too much and unfiltered.
I used to do that a lot back then, saying
too much without thinking about how it can affect other
people's feelings. That was on the last Thursday before Thanksgiving,
so no more one hour gaps to hang out anymore.

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We had Thanksgiving break, we took finals, and we had
Winter break. Everything was great. Winter break was when all
the real problems started. In the mornings, this guy would
literally show up outside my house while sitting in his car.
The first time, I didn't believe it was actually him.

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The second time I checked, and it was by then
it was really clear that we both knew what was
going on. He was stalking me, and that wasn't all.
I posted on my Instagram stories sometimes about places where
I was This guy literally showed up there several times,

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like girly stores at the mall where he had no
business being. He did lots of things like that. He
also started pointing his phone at me like he was
taking pictures. That was even weirder. I basically stopped using
social media after this. After winter break, this continued when

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my parents were at work. This guy came during afternoons too.
I called the cops a few times. They went and
tried to talk to him, but he basically told them
that he wasn't going to talk and that was that.
I think the cops wanted to help, but they could
never do anything about it because he was careful not
to break the law, like he didn't trespass, he didn't

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make threads, he didn't show weapons. I have no idea
what he's doing now. My guess is that he gave up.
Maybe his little obsession kind of became old and he
found other things to pay more attention to. At least
I hope so. But if he's still comes by, I
have no idea. I think the most challenging thing is

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that I couldn't tell my parents, since I know they
we could pletely freak out. Several years ago, I had
a very quick trip to Denver planned to visit a
friend before she moved away. I was young, broke, and

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working a crappy entry level job, so it was the
best I could do with my one day off. I
went straight from work to the airport and got into
Dia around eleven PM. I was bumping on the couch
of an old college friend, and they lived about thirty
to forty minutes away from the airport. Fortunately, the light

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rail recently extended out to the airport, and my friend
lived near the light rail line. I had taken the
light rail often when living in Denver myself, but was
not too familiar with the newer additions. I barely made
to the train before setting off grateful, and I have
to wait around for another half hour at that time

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of night. It was near midnight. When the train pulled
into a brightly lit Union station. I looked around for
my connection, but it was nowhere to be found, not
realizing that the connecting line was not there. Fortunately, I
was able to flag down security and they appointed me
in the right direction. A few blocks away there was

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another brightly lit station, separated by roughly two hundred yards.
Unlike the stations there were hardly any lights, just some
lights spilling in from either side where the train platform stood.
I was only traveling with a backpack, so I was
able to move quickly, moving out of the Union station

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and towards the other platform, hoping that I was going
to make my next train. As I got further away
from the station, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I
noted a large figure standing in the middle of the
sidewalk ahead of me. I quickly e gauged my surroundings
and realized there are no other paths unless I walked
in the road. I decided to keep on the path

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and do my best to come across with a I
see you and I'm not scared attitude. As I drew closer,
I could make out a tall, muscular man, probably in
his twenties or thirties. As I got closer, I made
eye contact to let him know that I recognized his presence,
and he was already staring right at me, mumbling to himself.

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As I passed by him, I could hear what he
was mumbling. He was not speaking to me, but instead
he was speaking about me, and as I walked past him,
he began to follow me. I began to walk fast,
and he began to walk faster. All the while he
was saying things like, oh, look at that body, she's

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so fine. I want to feel that body, along with
other sexual and crude comments about me, all being muttered
to himself. The second station was still another one hundred
yards or so away, and there was nowhere I could
go in between. I pulled out my cellphone and rang
my dad, desperate for him to answer. The call went

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to voicemail, but I pretended he had picked up. As
soon as I began talking. The man spoke to me
for the first time and said, oh girl, I didn't
mean you no harm, and the footsteps faded. I kept
up the fake conversation for a moment longer before looking back,
and he was nowhere to be found. Like I mentioned previously,

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I looked around for places I could escape and couldn't
find any. I am confident with his size. If he
had done anything, I wouldn't have stood a chance. I
burst into the light of the station, barely made my train,
and ultimately missed my stop because I was so shaken
up and had to ride the trains back around. I

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finally rested my head on the pillow at my friend's
house around two am. Never to travel alone at night,
and whoever the disappearing man in the street was, let's
never meet again. I'm a twenty year old female. I

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have a stalker twenty or twenty one year old male.
So this started about two or three months ago. I
work in an art store and we do a little
of everything, helping customers, cleaning, stocking shelves, et cetera. One day,
this guy came in asking for some help, as he
had never really took up art before. Lucky me, I

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was chosen to help this guy. We talked for a
bit and I asked him what he wants to learn,
what medium he wants to use as such. He said
he's just sketching at the moment and wants to expand
his horizon. I say cool, and I give him a
few directions. Somehow it comes up that I'm also an
artist and he's really interested. He asked me if I

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can help him with his art, which caught me off
guard because huh, I said, I'm not professional and I'm
not interested in teaching. He took it well and off
he went. The next week he returns and specifically asks
for me. He said he brought a sketchbook this time.
I found this odd because I don't remember agreeing to help.

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He shows me some of his sketches and I noticed
he only draws K pop singers, and I realized one
of them is a member for BTS, and I pointed
it out I don't listen to them. He starts raving
about BTS and K pop and the like. Apparently I
hit a sweet spot for him because nobody likes K
pop and I knew about it. Anyway. He starts coming

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in every few days, and at that point I was
really disturbed by him. I had also found out that
he had learned what my work schedule was, my birthday,
my name, and how old I am. I only found
this out because of a few encounters with said customer.
One one day, I clock into work and I see

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him waiting in the stairs for me. He acts all surprised, WHOA,
I didn't know you were coming in so early. I
could tell he was lying because he was sweating really
badly and couldn't look me in my face. It creeped
me out so much. Two on my birthday, he came
up to me at the exact time I'm supposed to
start my shift and gave me a gift and a note.

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He said he drew me a member of the band
and gave me a birthday card. He told me that
he wanted to give me something a day before my
birthday because he knew I wouldn't be coming in the day.
Of mind you, I never told him my birthday. He
probably overheard me talking about it with one of my coworkers,
and that really creeped me out. I had insane amounts

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of anxiety and had to muster up the courage to
act like I wasn't completely put off by this. After
he walked away, I looked at the note that he wrote.

Speaker 2 (27:14):
Me, Happy twentieth birthday, Keep making people happy and being
so kind. PS. I'm not a paper thief, so you
could have this back.

Speaker 1 (27:25):
Huh, paper thief? And then I realized the paper the
note was written on was a piece of garbage I
threw away months ago. He picked it up from the
trash to return it to me. That made my blood
run cold. He came in and asked for help. Like usual,
he brought up buying something for kids, and because of this,

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I wanted to know if there was a wife or
something involved. I asked, oh, how old are your kids?
Obviously I also had a note to give them age
appropriate supplies. He started freaking out, saying they aren't my kids.
I don't have kids, I'm not married, and started asking
me if I was married. I said I'm not married,

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but I'm in a committed relationship and have been for
five years. A lie. He got very disappointed and walked off.
I thought maybe that was it. He didn't come in
for two weeks, and I was overjoyed until today. He
came up to me during work while I was busy
and asked for help. He asked me where I was

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for two weeks, which really confused me but also disturbed
me deeply. I tried my best not to interact with
him and told my coworker to take over for me
while I hid in the back. She agrees and keeps
him busy and then he just ends up leaving. After
he left, she called me over and said I can

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come out. I asked her, did he ask anything about me?
She looked at me with a concerned look and said, yeah,
he did. He asked why you were so busy all
of a sudden, and when you'll come back out if
you work tomorrow. I'm ridable with anxiety and it's making
me really anxious at work because I'm afraid to see him. Thankfully,

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he hasn't done anything physical to me, but put a
lot of mental strain on me. I don't want to
quit because I love my job and my coworkers also
very important to mention after the birthday incident, the moment
he left, I went up to management and told him
everything about him that he creeps me out, and I
feel I'm safe. My manager said it's totally legitimate to

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go after a girl like you. That's what men would
do back in the day. You should feel flattered, and
the coworker said it's all because women wear little clothes
nowadays it makes men act up. I have to come
forward to address code. I haven't even shown as much
as a shoulder. I told my parents and friends, and

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they're all on my side and think he's a complete weirdo. Honestly,
I don't know what to do about it. It's really
creepy and I'm scared to encounter him again. Update. Thank
you so much for your advice and comments. It felt
so validating to see that I'm not alone in experiencing

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such things, even if some people don't consider this extreme.
I also talked to my dad about it, and he
really came around and understood me. He asked me if
this guy scares me and I responded yes. He said,
that's all he needs to know that he'll come over
there himself. This guy doesn't stop hanging around the store.

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The guy came in again today, but right before I
had to clock out. I tried to ignore him and
was mostly successful. As my coworker took over for me.
He came in asking about paintbrushes and asked which one
to get. My coworker offered him all kinds, and he
came up to me and said, Hey, which one do

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you think I should get? Again, I tried pretending like
he wasn't there, but I couldn't escape to the storage
room as it was already locked and it was beyond
our closing time. I said, hey, what kind of pains
do you use? As there's different brushes for different pains.
He replies with, oh, well, I don't have any paints

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and I don't paint, and he clicked in my head
that it seems like he just wanted an excuse to
see me. My coworker was very confused and asked him
in response, I just advised you on what to get.
I don't see why you need to ask her, and
I shit you not. This freak says, oh, well, I

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know her better and we have a connection. I was
mortified by what he said. I was about to clock out,
and I managed to take a sneaky photo of him.
My mom came to pick me up because she was
worried that he may try to follow me home if
I walked. After I get home, I get a message
from a coworker younger than the one I usually work with.

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This is a morning shift coworker, and she asked me
all kinds of questions. Hey, I know something was very
off about you when you were about to close. Was
that guy someone you know? And I just couldn't contain it.
I let out everything and told her. She sent me
a voice message and response saying something along the lines

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of Okay, tomorrow, when you calck in, you, me and
our boss are going to sit down and talk about
this and how to prevent this guy from talking to
you or coming into the store again. She also was
very understanding and told me about a case a few
years ago the exact same thing happened to another young
girl who worked there. It blew my mind, but it

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also kind of pissed me off because like, this has
happened two different times with two different guys, and you
still don't protect your workers. Never mind that she gave
me words of encouragement and said that I'm not alone
in the all, all of us, my coworkers are there
to protect me. I wanted to work after my co
workers spoke up about this to my personal manager in

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the store. She asked me all kinds of things about him,
what he looks like, what he's been doing, and whatnot.
The whole time she was very supportive and was disgusted
by the owner's reaction to this. The whole team in
the store gathered up together and we started speaking about
countermeasures and how to move forward. He was banned from

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the store, and if he continues trying to get in,
my coworkers will protect me and hide me. We also
talked about not giving out any info about each other. Ever,
though I thought this was very obvious. Also be escorted
to my parents' car or to the bus by one
of my male coworkers.

Speaker 2 (33:47):
I have.

Speaker 1 (33:49):
We've had a long conversation about this, and I'm not
sure what my manager said to the owner, but they
seem to have turned around on the situation and see
him as a total creep. Now informed the police about
this creep. They said that right now they can't do
much about it because he wasn't doing any major stalking things,
but at least they know what he looks like in

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this situation, which is important. I feel this happened quite
a few years ago. I had an infinity for this
particular white substance in the form of lines. Back then.
One very cold, stormy night, around eleven PM, I went

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for a walk to meet my dealer. I had never
been to his place before, so he gave me the
address to his small, two story apartment building with maybe
six units in it. Upon arrival and there several strangers inside.
After they hit their pipes, two clearly unwashed guys came
over to sit at the dining table while they waited

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for my g I've never smoked anything besides weed and cigarettes.
I was instantly uncomfortable. They tried making small talk, but
I grew increasingly uneasy, giving only short fague answers. I
quickly paid for my stuff, grabbed my baggie and got
up from the table. That's when one of the guys

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offered to walk me home. My heart started to sink, Oh,
I'm okay, thanks, I don't live far. Then the other
guy stood up, No, really, we can walk you. We
don't mind. We have to get going anyway. That's when
my instincts finally kicked in. I became very aware and

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very scared. I immediately thought, I'm fully dressed and ready
to go, but they still have to put their coats
and shoes on. If I leave now, I'll get ahead,
start and quickly disappear. They said something else as I
headed to the door, but I pretended to take a
phone call, wave goodbye to my dealer, and close the
door behind me. I jogged down the hallway and I

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was the door, and once I got outside, I ran
for the street. I decided not to take the fast
route home because from the building they would be able
to see me. I didn't want them knowing even the
slightest direction I lived in if they were really following me.
The building was at the end of the street, so

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instead of going straight up the hill the way I
came from, I turned right and started jogging. I kept
glancing back, and finally I saw them about a block
behind me, following me. The street I needed, Stanley Street
was across the intersection on my left, just another block
ahead at a four way light. As I pushed the intersection,

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I noticed the corner house on my right. There's an
older man sitting on the porch smoking. I recognized him.
It was another deal that I had met only a
few weeks before when my usual guy was dry. I
choked up as I got to his porch and asked
if he remembered me. He did and asked, what's wrong.

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I told him I think those two guys are following
me and asked if I could go inside for a
minute till they passed. He didn't hesitate. We went inside,
passed the front living room, and into the kitchen, where
I explained what happened. He told me not to worry
and that I was safe there and I could stay
there as long as I needed to. Then we heard

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a knock at the door and I started to panic.
He went to the door, looking through the people and
yelled just a minute. He came back quickly and whispered
that he knew the guys and that he was going
to invite them in to have a hit. He told
me to sneak through the back door, which was beyond
the kitchen, go to the right of his yard, find
the gate, and now lead me to the street. He

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indicated to me to creep along the side of the house,
close to the shrubs and check the porch to make
sure that they were inside. I followed his plan, and
when the coast was clear, I didn't jog. I sprinted
up Stanley Street and zigzagged all the way home. When
I think back now, I'm in disbelief at my actions
and how foolish I was. I thought I was invincible.

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I was far too trusting. But I truly thank God
for the man who helped me that night. I don't
know what those two guys wanted from me, but I'm
forever grateful that I never had to find out. I
live in a very small town where everyone knows everyone else.

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Last weekend, a girl walked up to my porch and
said that she had a friend who wanted to get
to know me and asked if I was single. I
told her I was, and she asked for my number.
I didn't see the harm in that, as I'm open
to meeting new people. Big dumb mistake on my part.
I'll never do that again. She left, and about five

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minutes later I received a text from this guy, and
it turns out I have known of this person for
almost thirty year years, but we've never met or spoken
to each other. He told me they thought I was
pretty and that he would like to get to know
me better. He asked if he could stop by and
talk in person. I said that was fine. This guy

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shows up with four other people, and it was immediately
clear to me that they were all in drugs of
some sort. I hadn't seen him for a very long time,
so I was not expecting how he looked. His name
was Carrie, and he didn't have a single tooth left
in his mouth, and he might have weighed one hundred
and ten pounds five foot seven at most. I was

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immediately regretful. Not only were all his teeth missing, he
had no job, no car, no money, and it's currently homeless.
I recognized immediately that this guy is trying to find
a home for the winter, and he thinks he's gonna
date me. It's obvious to me that he thinks very
highly of his looks and in his charming ways. Honestly,

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flirting was extremely repulsive. I got rid of them by
making up an excuse that I had to be somewhere.
Four days later, my doorball came captured a video of
Carrie walking up my porch steps, where he decided to
sit there with his back to the camera. He turned
and looked directly at the camera twice. It gets creepier.

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A few days later, I woke up Friday morning at
about five thirty am and decided to smoke a SGG.
I don't smoke inside, and it's just I caught him sitting
at my porch steps. I'll check the camera for any
side of him. I didn't see anyone, so I stepped
out and smoked. I was half asleep and staring down

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at the ground when I heard a voice. My head
snapped up, and I'll be damned, he was standing in
less than three feet away from me. I nearly jumped
under my skin and screamed at him and said, you
just scared the fucking shit out of me. What the
act actual fuck is wrong with you? I truly have
no idea what direction he came from and how he

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was able to walk up to my porch without making
a single sound. He laughed until he saw I was furious.
Then he started explaining that he was here to tell
me that his phone was dead and wanted to know
if I had tried calling or texting him. The only
text I sat was asking him why the fuck are
you was sitting on my porch at three forty seven am,

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and he never answered that one leaning towards me trying
to flirt with me. After creeping me the hell out,
he says, good morning sunshine.

Speaker 2 (41:37):
Oh.

Speaker 1 (41:37):
I wanted to slap his ugly face. I told him
I'm not a mourning person at all, so you need
to go. He started explaining again why he was there,
and then he started pouting and walked away very slowly,
but kept turning back to me, looking at me like
I was going to change my mind and invited him
in or something. It was unbelievable. My doorbell cam actually

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recorded part of this interaction. After that, he started watching
me from a half block away in front of a
bowling analey that had a bench that directly lines up
on my door. For two days, he watched my every move.
It even started pouring rain and he just sat there
watching me. I haven't seen him in a couple of days,

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but I'm hoping he's moved on to someone else, but
my intuition is saying he isn't done just yet. Cops
know all about it. My son works for a sheriff
department and filled them in. This is one of the
creepiest encounters I've ever had. And I'm a paranormal investigator.
I've always said that it's a living you gotta worry about,

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and this proves it. This is my story about being stalked.
Dealing with this has been different, and throughout the ordeal
I fell out of control. So I'm sharing this to
gain control over my own story. The story as long

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as it spanned over two years. Several years ago, I
moved abroad to begin a two year study course. When
I arrived at my apartment, I met three of my roommates.
Sam was funny and sarcastic, while Bella and Poppy were
both nice sorority type girls. We decided to go out

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for dinner and I offered to invite the fourth roommate
in room one sea next to mine. Sam warned me
not to invite her, saying she was odd. I was
worried because I didn't want to live with a bunch
of caddy girls. How are they fighting in less than
one day. I smiled and told Sam that she just
made a bad first impression and I would invite her

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to get to know her better. Sam grumbled As I
left the kitchen, approaching the door next to mine, I
knocked on the door and the door opened. A short,
petite girl with long brown hair and a childlike face
stuck her head out. I introduced myself and invited her
for dinner. The girl's face lifted at my invitation, and

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she nodded in agreement. Our excitement for the new school
year kept us lively. As we arrived at the restaurant,
I decided to befriend the girl in Room one Sea.
Since we were sharing in a bathroom, I learned that
her name was Nelly. We were the same age, from
the same state, and in the same program. I ordered

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a Jack and coke as Neelie leaned in and asked
me if I actually drank alcohol. I nodded, thinking her
question was odd. We were both in our twenties. Of
course I drank alcohol. Nelly focused her attention on me
while we ate. As I got to know Nelly, I
kind of felt bad for her. She was born in

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Sri Lanka but immigrated as a kid. Since she had
an accent and lisp, I assumed that she was bullied.
Nelly was different from me. She was shy and claimed
to not have hobbies or friends. But I figured that
since we were in the same program, I could befriend her.
I asked if she wanted to sue me in class,

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and she happily agreed. I felt intent, knowing that I
was befriending her like I was doing a good deed.
My first two weeks abroad went smoothly. I got used
to my surroundings, made friends, and got along with my roommates.
Sam Bella, Poppy, and I would often cook and eat

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dinner together while we chatted about our days. Nellie and
I got along, but she was socially awkward. I made
it my goal to befriend her, which was easy because
we sat together in lecture every day. We even opened
our bedroom doors in unison. I would open my door,
then Nelly would open hers and ask me where I

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was going. One night, I left my room to go
grocery shopping when Nelly's door opened and asked if she
could join me. I agreed, and she hurriedly put on
her sandals and her kneon pink coat. I walked through
the aisle. Nellie silently followed closely behind me. Eventually I
found everything I needed, but Nelly said that she wasn't

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buying anything. After I paid for everything and began to
exit the store, the alarms went off. I stopped to
show the security guard in my receipt and he looked
at my bags, confirming I hadn't stolen anything. I didn't
think much of the incident, but when I stood in
the front of the store with Nelly for the fourth time,
as my bags got searched by security, a thought crept

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into my mind. The alarms never rang when I was
alone or with friends. The only rang when I was
with Nelly. I shook my head. Nelly couldn't be stealing.
I was with her the whole time. She was a
perfectly nice, normal girl, and I was root to the
the contrary, the harmony in the apartments only lasted two weeks.

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One morning, I shuffled into the bathroom and saw the
toilet was completely full, with two or three rolls of dry,
unraffled toilet paper sprawled onto the floor. However, what concerned
me most was the huge water hair that sat directly
on top of the toilet paper. I knew then that
it was Nelly who had done this. She was the

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only other person with a bathroom key, and her hair
color was a match. I tried to think of any
reason why she would do this. Maybe she clogged the
toilet then stuffed out with toilet paper to hide her business,
but that didn't explain the water hair. I couldn't harp
on the issue, though, so I made a maintenance request
to have someone unclogged the toilet, and when I came

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home from class, the toilet was unclogged. I studied for
two hours before going back into the bathroom. I was
annoyed when I found the toilet clogged again. Toilet paper,
hair and all. This obviously wasn't a mistake anymore, and
now we were out of toilet paper. I knew I
had to say something, but I didn't want to directly

(48:08):
confront Nelly about this awkward topic. So I sent a passive,
non aggressive text, Hey, if something goes wrong with a toilet,
can you make a maintenance request right away please? I
sent the message carefully, not making an accusatory. I didn't
want there to be tension with Nelly, especially since she
still sat with me in class. Nelly never acknowledged the situation.

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She still opened the door with mine, hung out with me,
and sat with me in class. For the next two months,
I just dealt with the constant toilet paper and torn
out hair. I tried sending texts, but it didn't help.
Nelly would clug the toilet. I'd make a maintenance request,
the staff member would clean Nelly's mess, but then she

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would do it again. Eventually, after twelve o'clock toilets, I'm
so annoyed that I decided to confront Nelly. Nelly, I
know that you're clogging the toilet and you need to stop.
If you do it again, I'm going to report you.
I pressed send and walked into class. I decided that
I wouldn't sit with Nelly anymore. I had different friends

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to sit with who didn't clog my toilet. As I
sat down with Reagan and Charlotte, I felt bad seeing
Nelly sit alone across the lecture hall. I promised myself
that I would still be friends with her and that
everything would be fine. I was happy that the holiday
break was soon and Nellie never addressed me about not
sitting with her. The message had worked, Nelly stopped clogging

(49:42):
the toilet and we were still friends. But I come
home one day in early December and my nose scrunched
in disgust. There was a sticky, sweet, rotten, yogurt like
smell coming from Nelly's room. I didn't want to confront
Nelly so soon after messaging her about the toilet, so
for weeks I avoided the problem. I didn't interest the

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issue until two weeks after, when all our foods started
to rot almost immediately after buying it. Bella, Sam Poppy
were complaining about how maintenance hadn't found the source of
what was causing that food to rot. When I brought
up the horrible smell and then accompanied fly infestation. The
girls went to go smell the hallway outside of Nelly's

(50:26):
room and returned two minutes later, coughing and gagging. We
posited about what was causing the smell when Sam brought
up seeing Nelly at two am skipping through the woods.
Sam was heading back from a club and Nelly was
skipping around like a possessed doll. According to Sam, After
we spoke. Nellie entered the kitchen and everyone fell quiet.

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Sam bluntly asked Nelly what the smell in her room was,
and Nelly just siddently shrugged her shoulders. Annoyed by this,
Sam stood up, grabbed Nelly's arm, and guided her into
the hallway as the rest of us followed, covering our
noses with our sleeve. Nelly claimed not to smell anything,
but her eyes were darting rapidly between the three of us.

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Sam made a sarcastic comment towards Nelly as we returned
to the kitchen Without Nelly, Sam was a bit harsh,
and a part of me felt bad for Nelly. At
least Christmas would be relaxing. I spent two weeks at
a friend's house with her family for Christmas. They were
all welcoming, so I didn't miss home too much. My

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friend knew about Nelly, so she bought me some scented
candles for Christmas. When I returned to the apartment, I
felt rested and equipped to face the new year. My
January exams were online and pretty easy. Saw a surprise
when Nelly texted me asking if I would cheat with
her on the final exam. I politely declined, and she

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asked if I would go to lunch with her the
next day. I had no plans, so I accepted her imitation.
I spent a lot of time with her, but she
never actually spoke much, so despite everything, I wanted to
get to know her better. Once we were at the restaurant,
I wrecked my brain for things I could talk to
Nelly about. Attempting to break the awkward silence, I asked

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her what her favorite show was. She told me that
she loves to watch Sophia the First. I was confused.
Sophia the First is the Disney Tyler show that came
out when we were teens. Why should she be watching
a show for toddlers in her twenties. I didn't know
how to expand on what she said, so I changed

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the subject and asked her what her favorite hobby was.
Nelly giggled and said, I did this a lot. Actually,
I listened to you through the walls. They're so thin
I barely put my ear against it. I hear you
talk to your parents every day. I tried not to
look horrifight as I sat there, confused and a little scared.

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Nelly then started laughing, You're like a mother, but I'm
an aunt and we're sisters together. I smiled awkwardly and nodded.
I had no clue how to respond in a desperate
attempt to change topics, and I asked her about her
childhood in Sri Lanka. Nelly slammed her fist on the table,
sending my rice flying off my plate. Nelly yelled at

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she was not from Sri Lanka, and I apologized, even
though she definitely had told me that she was from there.
Nelly began to laugh again. I have plans for us tonight.
We'll go to a graveyard and walk around. You'll be scared,
but I'll have fun with you. Nelly's eyes were opened
incredibly wide, and her mouth seemed to open more than usual.

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She was scaring me, and I didn't want to be rude,
so I said all our other roommates too. At that,
Nelly let go over fork and quickly moved her hand
onto mine. She insisted that we go alone. I pulled
my hand back, attempting to hide the grimace, and stuttered
out a disingenuous maybe. Nellie leaned back, slowly, rolling her

(54:10):
head from one side to the other, and mumbled about
how fun it will be. The rest of her lunch
was silent. When we got back to the apartment, I
say goodbye to her and went into my room. I
didn't call my parents that night. I went to bed early,
hoping to quell my anxiety and get so much need
to rest. The next day, I did the laundry, went shopping,

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and by two I was meal prepping for the week.
I jumped when I heard Nelly asked me if I
wanted to go to the movies with her. I had
in her to come into the kitchen, but there she stood,
her head down and her eyes turned up, staring at me.
I declined her request, but she repeated her question. I
politely declined once again, trying to offset the bizarre vibe.

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Nellie didn't respond and retreated back to her room, then
left for the movies. An hour later, I went into
the bathroom, and when I opened the door, I gagged immediately.
The smell was bad, but the sight was worse. The walls, floor, door, sink,
and toilet were covered with smeared poop and blood. I

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could see distinct hand prints. I closed the door, not
trying to puke. I was shocked that Nelly had done this,
but my shock turned into anger as I messaged, Nelly,
what you did is weird and disgusting. You need to
clean it. I'm going to report you. I pressed send.
I no longer cared about being friends with Nelly. I

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felt gross, so I went to our shower room next
to the bathroom, but Nelly ruined that too. There was
tool paper shoved into the shower drain and walled to
toilet paper crusted onto the walls. I was livid at
this point, but I had to wait until Monday to
report her, so I laid down to take a nap.

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Two hours later, I was awoken with Nellie slam in
the front door. I heard footsteps until her feet were
visibly on the crack under my door. I expected to knock,
but she didn't. Instead, Nellie began to continuously trip like
a bird. She briefly paused, then began twisting my doorknob
in unison with her chirps. I stood there, unnerved as

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Nellie did this for five minutes. Then Nellie began to
rapidly knock on the door and call my cell phone.
Seven times. She called hung up. They called again, while
still rapidly knocking. Nellie then began to ram her body
against my door, over and over again. The shock of
it all made me stumble back onto my bed. Then,

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as suddenly as it started, Nelly stopped, her feet still
visible under my door. My phone buzzed and I slowly
unlocked it, staring down in horror at Nellie's text. The
cockroach screamed, why do this to me? Because you couldn't
be positive in a negative situation, the doctor said. The

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doctor pulls off the cockroaches legs and he cries. The
doctor has no choice. The cockroach must be killed and
his family taken away. You are the funny cockroach. I
was terrified as Nelly began to knock and chirp. I
was scared to call the cops because I was on
a visa and if they didn't believe me, I could

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be deported from making false reports. I text Poppy and Bella,
who had heard everything. Nelly stood there for an hour straight,
occasionally pushing her fingers through the crack under my door.
When Bella's boyfriend arrived, his presence scared Nelly away. We
met up and talked about what happened before going to bed.

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That night, I barely slept. I was too scared. I
woke up the next day anxious from the previous night's events.
I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that bad. However,
as I peeked into the bathroom, its conditions suggested otherwise.
Charlotte and Reagan were skipping class, so I sat alone.

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I saw Nelly enter the room by passed her regular seat,
moved through the aisles and inspect each row as she passed.
I stick in my chair as she got closer, horrified
by the realization that she was searching for me. With
last night's memories fresh in my mind, I froze in
fear when Nelly found me and robotically bent down to

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meet my eye line as she sat next to me
with her mouth twisted in a sinister smile. I did
nothing as she sat next to me, too scared to
move and worried about any teenage shift may cause her
to attack. When the professor dismissed us, I shot up, frantically,
packing my things up. Nelly asked where I was going,

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and I lied to her, saying I was going to
a cafe. I didn't want to know where I was,
so I went home for lunch, and as I stood
in the kitchen the door opened. You weren't at the cafe.
Nellie's eyes darted up at me. She was looking at
the knife on the table. I apologized and told Nellie
that my plants had changed. My heart raised as I

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asked her she liked a lecture. She didn't respond. She
just stared with her head tilted and mouth a gape.
I asked her again, but she still didn't answer. I
faced her, afraid that she would use the knife on me.
She glared so intently that her veins were protruding. She
stood there for ten minutes before leaving. Later on, I

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walked to the library and froze when I saw Nellie's
pink jacket behind me. I turned to see Nellie staring
at me with vacant eyes. She followed me into the
library up to the third floor, and I sat directly
behind me. With her threat still fresh in my mind,
I moved to a different spot, but she followed me.

(01:00:02):
I tried again, but she still followed. I was scared
to be isolated in the library with her, so I
decided to leave. I quickly weaved through the bookshelves, desperately
trying to reach the lobby, but Nelly matched my pace.
I was nearing a heart attack when I ran into
my guardian angel Sam Nellie's following me, I blurted out.

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Sam looked at Nelly, who had stopped five feet behind me.
She nonchalantly told Nelly to fuck off. I was surprised,
but Nelly did just that. After Sam and I spoke
for a bit, my phone buzzed. It was Nelly inviting
me to the graveyard.

Speaker 2 (01:00:40):
That night.

Speaker 1 (01:00:42):
Sam told me that I'd be smart to move out,
and she was right. I needed to report Nelly and
move out. It wasn't safe for me to live in
that apartment anymore. I needed to get away. I went
to Reagan's apartment, as she was the closest person I
had to family while I was abroad. She gave me
refuge while listening to me retell the last forty eight

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miserable hours of my life. She reassured me that I
could stay with her, and as I held back tears,
my phone buzzed. Sam text me that she needed help
and to go to the apartment A S A P.
I was hesitant to go back there, but I just
couldn't abandon Sam. So I grabbed my stuff and told
Regan I would be back soon. I walked to my

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apartment and stared up at it, feeling a lot like
a priest in the Exorcist movie. When I got to
my door, I was immediately greeted by my three roommates
to strapped faces. I followed them into the apartment, and
my eyes were wide as Sam opened the kitchen door
to reveal a truly demonic scity. Huge amounts of congealed

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red and orange liquid pulled across the floor, leading beneath
the table, where a small bird laid dead, with its
wings outstretched and its head missing. I felt sick. The
windows don't open, so didn't get here by itself. Nellie
either found the bird and brought it into the kitchen,
or she killed it and decapitated a living bird and

(01:02:10):
then put it in the kitchen. I don't like either
of those two options. I shared my roommates that I
report Nelly that night, and that's exactly what I did.
I spoke to the school's safety board, and things moved fast.
I discovered that Nelly had lied about her name and age.
Officials and hazmat suits came to clean the kitchen and

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Nellie's room. The board had me send them photos of
myself daily in case Nelly killed me and they had
to identify me. I quickly moved out, and since Nellie
avoided the other girls, they decided to stay. I declined
to submit Nellie for expulsion because I felt bad for
her and thought that moving away would stop her obsession

(01:02:55):
with me. I was completely misguided. I was happy that
my new roommates were normal and no Nelly incidents happened
for two weeks. I did have a large uptick in
random daily Facebook and Instagram followers from blank profile users.
I knew who was behind this, but I was avoiding

(01:03:16):
any Nilly related thoughts. I was having night terrors, and
the more I thought about her, the worse they got.
I blocked another user as I sat down with Reagan
and Charlotte in an almost empty lecture hall. Charlotte nudged
me as Nelly entered the room bypassing her usual seat.
I felt myself freeze up as she entered in a

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row and began walking towards me, staring at me with
her dead eyes. Don't fucking sit next to me, I said,
shocked by my bravery, Nelly responded by sitting ten seats
down for me, not breaking eye contact, and I considered
that a win. After class, I went home and then
walked to the store. I forgot to grab a cart,

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so I quickly turned around to fetch one and ran
into someone standing directly behind me. It was Nelly. Did
she follow me from my apartment? Does she know where
I live? My heart stopped as I backed into another
aisle and Nelly followed. I walked to another aisle, but
Nelly followed me, matching my pace until I went to

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another aisle and she began to run. I ran away, terrified,
and Nelly only stopped when I got to the security desk.
Security offered to call the police, but I declined and
gave them my email to send me the footage of
Nelly chasing me. I had to report Nelly, but since
I still had class that day, I decided to report

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her the next day. Two hours later, as I waited
for Reagan to walk me to my class, I caught
Nelly staring at me from across the street, but she
didn't approach me and walked with the crowd towards campus.
Minutes later, Reagan found me and we had did to
class together. I walked beside Reagan, passing the building in

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alleyways until a rock caught in my shoe and I'd
bent over to fix it. Reagan switched to the right
side of me to look at the billboard, and when
I removed the rock, we began walking again. I turned
my head to speak when Natalie jumped out of the
alleyway onto Reagan. Her hands were outstretched and clasped around

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Reagan's neck. Words can't explain how terrified I was. Nelly
let go immediately, and Reagan grabbed my arm. Walking forward,
Nelly began walking shoulder to shoulder with me, her head
turned sideways in an unnatural angle. The look in her
eyes were not human. Reagan told me to run, and

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we bolted across the street. Natalie paused, but walked away,
traffic stopping her from crossing. We stopped, and Reagan leaned
against the fence as I bent over, covered my mouth
trying not to vomit. After a while, we continued our
walk to class in silence. We made the lobby and
headed down the staircase, but Nelly stood at the bottom

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of it. I won't let her walk behind me, I said,
voice shaking. Reagan nodded, and we followed a large crowd
after Nelly walked upstairs, only to find her holding the
door open for everyone. Nelly stared at me through the
crowd until everyone but Reagan and I had passed through.
It's okay, you can go first, Reagan said, while smiling

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at Nelly. I was shocked at how composed she was,
and even more shocked that Nelly listened. We sat down
and clasped, and Nelly tried to sit behind me, but
someone was saving the seat for his friend, so Nelly laughed.
I didn't pay attention to the lecture. I sat there,
shocked and terrified, while Reagan hunched low in her seat,

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rubbing her neck. I felt horrible for bringing Reagan into
this Nelly crap. I knew then Nelly needed to be
expelled no matter what. The next day, I reported Nelly
to the student Safety Board and they raised the issue
to the Disciplinary Board. I submitted a lengthy report detailing
everything Nelly had done. I included Reagan, Bella, Poppy, and

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Sam as witnesses, and gave photographic evidence of the threats,
the calls, the smeared poop and blood clog shower and
toilets and the stalking. The next week, I met with
the disciplinary board to go over their conclusions. They informed
me that they had reviewed my report, met with Nelly

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to give her a copy of my report, discussed my accusations,
and I had come to a conclusion. They acknowledged that
everything I reported was factual, but they didn't think that
Nelly had any malicious intent, so they would grant no
contact order, but Nelly would not be expelled. I was
completely perplexed by their conclusion and asked them what Nelly

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had to say about this, but they refused to tell
me anything. I was at a loss for words. I
couldn't believe that Nelly was given my full report, knew
everything that I said, and knew the witness's names. The
school put us all in danger, yet they wouldn't allow
me to know if Nelly had even denied her actions.
I was devastated. I felt my mind go numb. I

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knew at that moment that they didn't care that they
were going to prioritize a predator, So with no other options,
I agreed to the no contact order. The worker tried
to give me to sign a non disclosure agreement. So
I wouldn't speak about what Nelly had done to me
or how the school dealt with my case, but I
refused to sign it. The next day, I received email

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confirmation that Nelly had agreed to the no contact order,
but I knew that meant nothing. Nelly wouldn't get help,
and she would never stop stocking me. My sophomore year
was plagued with the relentless pattern of Nelly's stocking me
from place to place, sitting next to me in class,
standing next to me in hallways, and staring at me daily.

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Her actions were so unnerving and obvious that multiple strangers
warned me about her. I reported these incidents every time
they occurred, and the school always responded by stating that
they were mind Nelly of the no contact order. They
never took any further steps to help me. In sophomore year,
Nellie found other roommates and in them next victims. She

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was evicted from an off campus apartment, and her new roommates,
who once sat with her, began to sit far away
from her. They looked terrified, They looked like me. Having
incidents happened weekly and having to see Nelly daily made
it impossible to move on. I was always in flight
of freeze mode, terrified by what Nelly had done and

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what she still might do to me. I became a sunken, in, miserable,
and defeated version of myself. I wanted to revenge, a
natural result of the boiling rage I fell now at
a constant simmer after Nelly was caddled by the university
that failed to shell out even a minor consequence or
the terror she imposed on me. I wanted her to

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suffer in the same way that she made me suffer.
I knew if I had just grown a pair in
those early months, I could have saved myself and others
from suffering. Nelly was likely stalking me from the moment
I met her. I just hadn't realized it, and it
weighs heavily on me to know that I played a
large part in my own suffering. No matter what I write,

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I can't begin to recreate the evil that radiated off
of Nelly. I have daily night terrors. I don't go
into new situations. I don't speak to new people, and
I don't make friends. I'm not nice to strangers because
I don't want something like this to happen again. Revenge
came on graduation day when Nelly's name didn't appear on

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the book. She had failed second year. But despite everything,
I couldn't help but think that I was a bad
person for being content with her failing. Maybe I was
just happy that I could finally move on. I came
here to tell you my story because there are a

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lot of people that go through these types of relationships
and who are maybe still healing. But I also need
some advice. I'm a seventeen year old girl, and when
I was fourteen, I liked older guys, and not guys
who were only a year older than me, I mean
three to four years older. That's when I met my ex.

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He was seventeen at the time, and he was a
really sweet guy until he started opening it up about
his mental health and drug addiction. Don't get me wrong,
I don't judge him for being mentally unstable, but he
never took his prescriptions and just threw tantrums all day,
verbally abused me, and overall didn't care about me. I

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was with him for two years until one day he
finally blocked me, basically ending in our relationship, and I'd
never heard from him since until two months ago, I
came from school one day and looked into the mailbox
because I saw an envelope. It was unusual for us
to receive envelopes unless it was a bill. But it

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wasn't an envelope for bills. It was one meant for letters.
I put it in my purse and went inside the house.
I went into my room after I said hi to
my mom and opened the envelope. There was no return
address or anything like that, but my name on the letter.
I caught my attention. I never received letters from anyone,

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and I was worried to see a signature that I
recognized on it. I started reading the letter, well hardly
because the writing was awful. But the person who sent
it is telling me how they regret letting me go
and that they want me back. I thought it was
one of my friends playing stupid prank on me, so
I brushed it off and put in my drawer, laughing

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about the situation. Later at night, I was about to
go to sleep when an unknown number shut up on
my screen. I looked at this screen confused because I
rarely received weird calls from unknown numbers. I didn't really
want to pick up. I thought maybe it was one
of my friends trying to pull another prank on me.

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I picked up and heard heavy breathing. Hello. I said,
no answer, the tree, say you this sport that you
want to pull pranks on me? Still no answer, just
heavy breathing from the other end. All of a sudden,
I heard a voice, who's the trees? My eyes were

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wide open, and I hung up. I stared at the
ceiling and disbelieve, and I put my phone in a
silent mode and just went to sleep. I didn't I
didn't think that this one phone call was about to
be the beginning of my biggest nightmare. I woke up
the next morning with several calls, all from the unknown number,

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and I got a little scared. I opened my phone
and saw messages from the same person telling me to
pick up and just talk to them. I tried to
ignore it, but the calls and messages continued even after
I got to school. When I was outside the schoolgates
and smoking a cigarette with my friend, I got a
call again. I answered and gave an upset answer, Dude,

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who the fuck are you? Why are you calling me?
The person sat in silence for a few seconds, then
said my friend's name. My friend heard their name and asked,
who the fuck I was on the phone with?

Speaker 2 (01:14:49):
You were with Anna, aren't you? Of course you are,
I can see you.

Speaker 1 (01:14:56):
I looked around. I didn't see anyone other than my
other schoolmates. There were only six people around us, and
nobody was on the call or anything. I got creeped
out and hung up. I think I recognized the voice
and it was my ex. I told my friend that
he kept calling me and texting me from my unknown

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number since last night, and I didn't know what to do.
She said that I can't really do anything about it,
that I should just ignore the calls. As time went on, though,
I started getting more letters, sometimes even flowers right next
to the fence of my home. For context, my ex
was from another city and I had never told him

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where I lived. He knew what school I went to,
but never which class I was in. Then I started
getting a single rose on my desk once a week
when I would get to school. My classmates told me
that they never saw the person who brought me roses
because they were there by the time they got the class.
I was super paranoid. I started receiving pictures of me

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and my friends outside of the schoolgate. Sometimes even when
I was alone, I was shitting in my pants whenever
I saw the unknown number pop up on my screen
with a picture attached to the message. I finally had
enough one day and called his number, but he never
picked up. I started texting him on the apps that

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I didn't get blocked on and told him to stop
or contact his boss and complain about his behavior and
even make fake complaints about his service at work so
that he'll get fired. He really needed the job, so
he left me alone for a week, But then I
started seeing him on the streets, in public transportation and
outside of my school. Mind you, this dude lived in

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another country by the time we broke up, and only
came back when he started texting me again. I asked
some of his friends about when he got back, and
they told me he came back to our country the
day that I started getting the call. I could barely
leave my house after I found out he knew my
school schedule, and I always asked one of my classmates

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who lived nearby, to pick me up with her car
on her way to school. One day, I wasn't so
lucky my classmate. He used to drive me to school.
Was sick and couldn't show up, so I had to
take the bus that day. When I got on the bus,
I saw his blonde, wavy hair, and I froze. I

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literally wanted to cry and didn't know how to get
out of the bus without him getting off at the
same stop as me. In my country, we aren't supposed
to talk to the bus driver while they're driving, but
I had no other choice but to ask him not
to let him out the bus. I explained the situation,
and he was thankfully understanding. He didn't let him off

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the bus. He was banging on the glass door and
screaming to be let off, but the driver kept the
door shut and drove off. I sid in relief and stood.
I were crying while I was waiting for the other
bus to come. It's been a month since school ended
and I haven't seen him after that, but I'm scared
that he might come back when school starts. The police

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won't do anything about it, even though I started getting
threatening letters two weeks ago. I carry a pocket knife
with me and I've even changed my number, but I
don't know what else I can do. I needd this
man for about two and a half years and he

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nearly killed me, very physically, abusive, emotionally, sexually, all of it.
The last time he hurt me was because I told
him I was moving and I was gonna have a roommate.
He didn't like that. He strangled me twice and punched
me in the face. I escaped and called the cops.

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He was arrested a few days later. Until then, though,
he was coaching me on how I needed to go
back to law enforcement and state that I hit myself
and he didn't really strangle me, that I stopped taking
my psychiatric medicine, and that I was having a psychotic
break that night. At the first hearing, I recanted and
told the judge all the lies my ex told me to.

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The judge believed me, and he was set to get
released from jail, but he was still under the state
county hold or something like that. Before he was supposed
to get released, I went back to law enforcement after
gaining some clarity and told him the truth again, in
which another hearing was scheduled. Undoubtedly, my ex was notified
the reason why another hearing was being scheduled. He was

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a gang member. Obviously, I'm not going to say which
one and its previously mentioned by now I had moved
into a new house with my roommate, but before he
got arrested, he asked me where I was moving and
I told him which tree corner of the house was on.
Very stupidly, well, my roommate's boyfriend at the time was
affiliated as well. We were with some real winters, huh,

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and he was apparently notified that my house had been
marked by the gang members my ex belonged to, and
that showed true. One morning, around six am, my roommate
and her boyfriend were sitting in the driveway in the
car with the lights off. I was inside the house asleep.
A car pulled up in front of the house, blocking

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the driveway, preventing my roommate from pulling her car out.
We are still unsure whether or not these people initially
knew there were people sitting in my roommate's car. The
mystery car sat there blocking the driveway for a few
minutes before a man got out of the passenger seat
and began walking directly up the driveway to my porch. Luckily,
my roommate's boyfriend had a gun on him, and since

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he saw the man walking towards the front door. He
got out of my roommate's car and flashed his gun
at the man. The man saw it and ran back
to the car, which sped off. Maybe a few weeks later,
I had driven to a gas station a few streets
over after the sun had gone down. I was getting
in a vapor or something. When I was walking back

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to my car, a man in the same car that
was in front of my house pulled up next to
me and started yelling something. I couldn't tell what he
was saying before I just yelled back, shut the fuck
up and leave me alone. Thinking I was just being
randomly cat caulled, I got out of my car and
went to pull out of the gas station, noticeing his
car sitting in front of the exit I was going

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to take and not moving, so I went out a
different exit and turned back onto the street my house
was on. I looked behind me and saw that he
was following me. He waited for me to leave before
he pulled out and followed behind me. I started going
down different streets and he kept tailing, so eventually I
freaked out and sped up real fast and made a quick,

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impulsive turn that threw him off my tracks. I didn't
go home. Another day, I came home from work and
saw that the window and room that looks up to
the backyard, the only window on the first story that
doesn't have iron bars, had been tampered with from outside.
Added screen secured to it, so that the window maybe

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opened and the screen had been ripped off. We reattached
it and tried to replicate it by ripping it off ourselves,
and it was hard. My roommate's boyfriend was able to
but we weren't strong enough. It would have taken a
lot of effort to get the screen off. The last instance,
my roommate's boyfriend and his friend had left our house

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to go on a walk. As they were walking back
up to the house, they saw two men peeking through
our other dining room window trying to see inside. They
noticed my roommate's boyfriend as he started yelling at them,
asking what the fuck they were doing, and they scurried off.
My ex's final hearing happened a few months ago, and

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I've gotten them locked up until twenty thirty six. I
think maybe as full of gang bangers have realized that
a man locked up for the next twelve years is
not worth risking their freedom over anymore, and I have
since been left alone. Let's start with the basics. I'm

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a twenty six year old male and I work at
a blind store where I'm alone during all my shift.
I work from nine am to seven pm Monday through Friday.
It's a very simple job most of the time, as
I just look at the computer, do some customer service,
offer quotes to the very few people that enter the store,

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and so on.

Speaker 2 (01:23:40):
So.

Speaker 1 (01:23:40):
Like I said, it's very boring and not much happens.
But lately something started to catch my attention. I noticed
across the street someone looking directly at the store, more precisely,
looking at me. I don't handle cash at the store.
We mostly work with credit cards and debit cards, so

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I don't think they were planning to rob the store
or something like that. I noticed that there's a telescope
on the window and it's pointed directly at my desk,
so I think it's very obvious to say that the
person is looking at me. I left my phone recording
while I was at work for about an hour hour
and a half, and I can see in the recording
that this person moves the telescope once in a while,

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and that was when I would go to the restroom.
The telescope moves while trying to find me. So yeah,
I've not seen this person's face or anything, but surely enough,
this is creepy. Update one. Thank you so much for
your comments and responses to this post. I didn't expect
this to get any attention. So here goes with some

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more info about the situation and more details about the store.
This person is looking at my desk through a door,
so my blinds can't protect me. In addition to this,
I moved my desk closer to the wall so the
person can't see me me anymore. I did this just
because I'm getting video proof of this person's behavior. I

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just found out about the stalker this Tuesday, and I
don't know if he or she has been doing this
for weeks and I just noticed it now, so I'm
already being careful when I get off work. After reading
all your suggestions, I've decided to go and have a
little chat with the building administrator and show her all
the evidence I have collected. I would do this today.

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I may update this in a week if something worth
mentioning happens. If not, then Monday, I'll update the post
update two. So I already showed the evidence to the
building administrator let's call her Anna, and she was shocked
even more when she actually saw the telescope showing through
the window of the apartment. She told me that the

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apartment that had the telescope is being used by two girls,
maybe in their twenties, and these two girls are weird.
Is small, but they are not cheap, and these two
girls started living there almost two months ago. She told
me that she doesn't see these girls leave the apartment often,
and most of the food and groceries are delivered to

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these girls via delivery drivers. But something that does occur
is a man comes to the apartment every two or
three days and leaves early in the morning. The man
is the one that actually made the rental agreement and
pays for the apartment, so he's probably paying for food
and rent for these two girls.

Speaker 2 (01:26:31):
Now.

Speaker 1 (01:26:31):
Anna says when the rental agreement took place, the man
said these two girls would be living there because they're
in college. But she hasn't seen the two girls go
to college or anything like that, so, yeah, this is weird.
Anna is going to speak about this issue with the
owner of the building and the man who signed the
rental agreement, so this activity stops. Last update. Okay, so

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this weekend I didn't think too much about the situation anymore.
I try to do my days off without worrying about
my job. So just today I come to work, opened
the store door and began to work. I then noticed
that the window to the apartment was closed. This window
was always open, and I noticed that the telescope was

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no longer there. I sent a message to Anna asking
if she could tell me anything about these girls and
if something was being done about the stocking. Apparently, Anna,
the building manager, and the mysterious man had a short
conversation this Saturday. They called the man on the phone
and asked him if he could talk about some complaints

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about the apartment. Then they told the man that the
girls were harassing the stores in front of the building.
Luckily they didn't say it was me who was complaining.
They told the man that this behavior should stop because
that's not something tendants to do. So far, the man
has been listening and paying attention to the requests. Everything

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was normal up to that point, but then the building
owner had a question and it was a quick question,
what career are they studying. Anna said that the man
changed his attitude completely, said that he should mind his
own business and just left. Sunday comes and the man
calls Anna to give it the keys to the apartment.

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He didn't explain why or said anything else. He just
gave it the keys and left. She was very confused
and also worried about the girls, mainly because she didn't
see them when they left. I told her maybe they
left early in the morning like the man used to.
I asked if there was something wrong with the apartment,
like missing stuff or damages, but Anna said everything was fine,

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nothing was stolen or broken. Also, I asked if she
heard noises, yelling, or anything that Saturday night. Nothing. She
says she's thinking about finding a complaint with the police
because it feels wrong that they would just leave like that.
If you ask me, I think the reason why they
left was because the building owner asked about the girls.

(01:29:03):
I don't know what to think about this. If Anna
does end up going to the police, I will probably
provide my testimony or something if it's helpful. I hope
I don't have another update to this post because I
wouldn't want to know more about this than I should.

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I'm a twenty nine year old man from the Philippines,
and even though this incident occurred back in twenty thirteen,
over a decade ago, I still found myself haunted by
it every time I returned to my hometown. At the time,
I was just an eighteen year old college student. It
was the night of our department socialization party, which had
wrapped up around midnight. As the only one among my

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friends with a car, I had always taken the role
as the designated driver. After dropping my friends off at
their homes, I was in my usual parking spot, just
a few houses away for my own due to the
limited parking in our area. As I was about to
exit my car, I noticed the girl standing near the
entrance of an alleyway leading to my house and several others.

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She was wearing a shirt with our department's logo. I
assumed that she had just been walking back from the party.
In front of her, I see a man in his
late twenties clad in a hoodie standing ominously seemingly blocking
her path. The girl walked eyes with me, and I
immediately recognized her expression. It was a silent plea for help.

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Instincts kicked in. I grabbed my bag and stepped out
of the car. The man, noticing my presence, began to
walk into the alleyway. When I reached the girl, he
had vanished out of sight. I felt as though whatever
threatening situation that had occurred moments before was over, and
I was tempted to walk away. But then I caught

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sight of the strange man again. He was leaning against
the wall of the nearby house, his gate fixed on me.
A chill ran down my spine, and just then the
girl called out from behind me. Her voice trembled with fear,
and I saw our approach very shaken. Can you walk
with me to my apartment at the end of the alleyway,

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she asked, explaining that the man had been silently blocking
her way. I glanced back at the man. He appeared intoxicated,
perhaps drunk or on drugs. We began to walk, our
breath shallow as we passed him. After putting some distance
between us, I glanced back to my horror he was

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following us. We had already passed my house at this point,
but I couldn't leave this girl to face him alone.
As fear coursed through me. She suddenly broke into a
full spring, and I had no choice but to keep
pace with her. We reached the gate to her apartments.
She hesitantly swung the door open, slamming it shut behind us.

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We dashed into the building where our second gaze stood,
this one smaller, likely designed to keep pets from escaping.
She opened it and I slipped through just as the
sound of the man approaching the first gate reached our ears.
We bolted upstairs, making her way to the third floor. Breathless,
the girl knocked urgently but softly at her apartment door.

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After what felt like an eternity, It swung open, revealing
her friends, a guy and a girl around her age.
They looked bewildered, but quickly locked the door behind us
and led us to the bedroom. They turned off the
lights and we sat there silently, with their hearts pounding.
The girl broke down in tears, recounting the terrifying events

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to her friends. She revealed that the man had been
following her for about ten to fifteen minutes, and she
expressed relief at having seen me. Unsure of what to
do next, I called my aunt, who was staying at
my house for the night. Thankfully, she answered swiftly. I
urged her to call the police. At this time, we
could now hear the man pacing around the apartment, seemingly

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looking for us. He was mumbling something, but we couldn't
hear well from the other side of the door. A
few minutes later, my phone rang with the unknown number.
It was my uncle, a policeman, reassuring us that help
was on the way. With follic hours dragged on, and
eventually the police arrived. My uncle instructed me via phone

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to come downstairs and recount the ter deal to the officers.
They informed us that they had seen a man wandering
around the gate and eventually into the far end of
the alleyway. Once police had finished their inquiries, they allowed
me to go home. I recounted the entire story to
my aunt, urged me to get some rest. Despite my exhaustion,

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sleep eluded me as my mind raced with thoughts of
the strange man. What if he would have caught up
to us armed with a knife or some weapon. I
fought to dispel the t terrifying images racing through my mind,
but I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be
watching me in the dark, a knife glinting menacely in
his hand. I saw another post on the sub and

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it made me think about this weird dude I met
last year. So I decided I wanted to do a
little story time because I totally forgot this happened to
me a bit ago. I'm twenty now, and this happened
in October or November, so not even in a year ago.
I was homeless and couch hopping with friends or sleeping

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in my friend's car, drinking a lot, etc. One of
my friends met this dude in the same neighborhood who
they do deals with. This neighborhood is known for old crackheads. Basically,
he was a bit younger, but looked like he definitely
dabbled in some hard drugs, sunk in face and eyes

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with scabs on his face. He was generous and walking me,
though he was obsessed with his cat, so I thought
he was an innocent guy. Her, her boyfriend, and I
think one or two more people and I go to
chill and drink at his house. Cool dude, little weird,
but he was all right. I can get along with
weird people. A few hours rolled by and everyone's ready

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to go home, and my friend asked me where I
needed to go for the night. I of course didn't
have a plan. I never did. He then offered to
let me stay there after hearing my situation. I said yes,
very hesitantly, because for some reason, my skin crawled when
he offered. I don't know if it was intuition or what.

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My friend then insisted and said I should stay there,
but I didn't have anywhere else. I then agreed and
everyone left. He goat my ear off about spiritual things
that didn't make sense. He then said he was going
to bed and offered me to sleep in his room.
I walked into his room to check it out, and
he had a day bed that pulls out another bed

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at the bottom, So I was like, okay, I don't
have to sleep with him. This could work. Also, I
forgot to mention this was a trailer home that was
not kept up with well. Dishes were nasty, piling up,
attracting all sorts of bugs. Counter covered with resin tobacco
soda just looked like they had never been clean. The

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living room was clean, but that was it. He started
to clean off the clothes on the upper part of
the bed so that he could lay there, and then
stopped and was like, never mind, we can both sleep
on the bottom one. I looked at him and said,
you know, and they all sleep on the couch if
it's okay. He insisted that it was okay and that
he wasn't going to be weird, and he was acting

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like a little kid begging me to buy him a toy.
I insisted on sleeping on the couch. He got a
little upset and laid on his bed. Then like thirty
minutes later, he says from the other room something like,
you know what, this is kind of weird. Maybe he
shouldn't stay here. He proceeds to say that he needs
to be alone, and I'm like, dude, it's three am.

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You're whining because I won't sleep in the bed with you.
I don't know you. Then he kept on insisting on
me sleeping in his room with him. I kept declining
and said I was going to sleep. He says, fine,
but he's kicking me out in the am. That was
totally okay with me. Morning comes around and he wakes
up and makes pancakes. I then asked him if he

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could drop me off at work. Since I was working
in the morning. He said yes, and I feel like
nothing happened the night before, and started wrapping my ear
off again about spiritual bullshit. As it's time to bring
me to work, we leave his house and he drops
me off at work. I work all day, and while
I was still at work at night, he somehow got

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my number from someone and texted me. He said something like.

Speaker 2 (01:37:53):
Hey, I got a kiss of beer and some weed.
If you want to come over.

Speaker 1 (01:37:57):
I said I had plans. He then texted me said.

Speaker 2 (01:38:00):
He told me that you would hang out with me later.

Speaker 1 (01:38:03):
I never said that, so I ignored him. He texted
me a couple more times with a hello. I ignored
all of them and didn't think of him or see
him again. Fast forward, I think a week or two later,
this man comes into my job and ask someone for
a job interview. I recognized him and was very scared

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and not wanted him working with me at all. He
gets an interview from my manager somehow and he leaves.
My coworker came up to me and was like, Hey,
see that weird dude that just came in. I mentioned
that I somewhat knew him and that he is in
fact very weird. He then brought up that maybe he
was trying to stalk me. This was a joke at first,

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and we laughed about it and he continued his work,
but he did tell the manager what I had told him,
and just in case, the manager emailed him immediately saying
he wasn't hired, which I was relieved. Then I shoot
you not. Not even hour later, this kid comes back
to my job with a different outfit on he yes
for a job interview. This time he was looking all

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around the place all sketchy, and then I ran into
the bathroom because now I think this man is stocking
me for real. Thankfully, the first person that saw him
was my coworker, who I was just talking to, and
thank god, he seems to be a smart and protective
man because he tells the creepy guy that I just
came in an hour ago, that he already got an
interview and they didn't hire him, and he needs to

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get the fuck out. He left, but not without a
bit of arguing. After I got out of the bathroom,
my coworker gave me the rundown of what happened and
said that the guy was definitely bad news. He told
me to never go near that guy again, and I haven't.
I don't know what could have transpired from that, but
it probably wasn't anything good. I grew up in a

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small town, primarily Hispanic. Every one knew everything. We had
some things here and there, of course, but other than that,
not too much stuff happens here. I'm overweight, to put
it simply, and not to the standards of beauty.

Speaker 2 (01:40:12):
Really.

Speaker 1 (01:40:14):
I remember reading a meme online once where they joked about.

Speaker 2 (01:40:18):
Can't catch me or cannet me. Since you can't carry me,
keep eating cake, and.

Speaker 1 (01:40:23):
Laughed at that and was like, so true. God, I
didn't realize how that would come back and bite me.
I believe I was nineteen and it was nighttime. My
weed plug was doing a stash and dash and being
broken desperate, I went for it. I figured I grew
up here, I know all the areas. What made this

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more tempting is it's actually not far from my area
at all, So I said, fuck it. I was on
a video called my boyfriend and told him I was
going for it. He stays on the phone with me
as I head out. Mind you, it's late. The areas
I have to cross are not well lit and I
left with nothing on me, not even my taser alarm

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and pepper spray that my dad made me have. Oh
and what makes things worse? I snack out because I
didn't want my dad to know I was hunting for weed.
So this was already starting out great. I set off.
I have to cross the railroad tracks to get to
the area, which was pitch black, only the main road
in the distance. Lighting it up in some lights from

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warehouses nearby, but other than that it was hard to see.
I make my way towards the main road and notice
the semi parked on the side of the road. Not unusual.
Semis parked there all the time, so nothing weird. Then
I hear a O la hey. I look over and
see a man in a semi truck. He looked generic,

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a Mexican man with a red long sleeve. He looked
like any other man I see it around town, but
a smile. I don't know, he was just off. I waved,
being polite. He gestures for me to come over and
start speaking in Spanish, but I don't know Spanish. I

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know what you're thinking. One, Why don't you know Spanish
if you grew up in a Hispanic town. And two,
why aren't you running? My parents never taught me sue me.
And two he was far away, so I kept walking.
I just sheepishly respond that I don't speak Spanish. I
said this in Spanish. I learned the phrase just to

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say it to people. I wave them off, quickly walking away.
My boyfriend asked me who's that, and I just tell
him some random semi truck driver. I go on with
the night. I think I've been out for forty minutes
at this point, and I realized I'm not gonna find
it big sad, so I start heading home, still on

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the phone with my boyfriend. I keep talking to him
and my phone is dying, which is actually what made
my boyfriend teld me to just go home. So I
start to walk back. I go down the road and
look down the pitch black area where the railroad is,
and I stop. I just had a bad feeling. Something
told me not to go home just yet. I tell

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my boyfriend I'm gonna look at the other end of
the street that was towards where the warehouse was giving
off light, past the empty trailers partially hidden by the shadows.
I start walking into the light and I hear movement
behind me, and hey, I turn around hella quick and
saw the same semi truck driver with the same smile

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he had. He came out from behind the trailer he
was hiding behind. He had his right hand tucked in
his pocket and was posturing in his body in a
way where he was hiding whatever he had. He told
me to come here and started getting closer to me.
I immediately tell my boyfriend to wake up his dad and

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come get me. I backed up quickly and was trying
so hard to think. He saw that I was on
the phone and immediately had a mad and annoyed look
on his face. He stopped and actually began hiding behind
the trailers. So I booked it down the road. Tell
my boyfriend to come get me or have his dad
come get me. I didn't want to call my dad

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because even at that moment, for some reason, I was
still terrified of getting caught sneaking out. I ran across
the main road to his little mini mart across the
street and hid behind the ice machine. I told my
boyfriend I needed to call someone and hung up on him.
I called my friend, who thank god, was out with
his girlfriend. I tell him I'm a danger and needed

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him to come get me. Then I tell him where
I'm at. While I was waiting for them, I stayed
behind the ice machine and saw his semi. I saw
him look around for me and take his head in
disappointment before driving off. Even in that moment, I didn't
feel safe, not until my friend pulled up. Everything hit

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me once he got out of the car and I
hugged him, crying. He and his girlfriend calmed me down
and took me home. I got a lecture from my boyfriend,
but I'd rather take that lecture than anything else. I
was lucky, way too lucky. The false sense of security
my weight and looks give me really shattered after that,

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and I'm glad for it. It terrifies me to think of
how things could have turned out if I didn't have
my boyfriend on the phone with me. So, semi truck driver,
that's not me. I never want to see that smile
ever again. This happened to me about two or three

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years ago, when I was sixteen. I used to work
at a fast food restaurant and lived in the place
where we have all seasons. At this point, it was winter,
so it got dark pretty early. Around five or six pm.
I was called to come into work this particular day,
but the weather was kind of bad, causing us not
to have any customers. As a result, we had to

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close the store early. It was about five thirty pm
when my manager left, locking the store and making me
wait outside for my ride. About twenty minutes had passed
since she left, and I was really cold, so I
decided regrettably that I walked to my friend's house just
a few blocks away, about a ten minute walk, and
wait for my ride there. The store I worked at

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was on a busy street that was near a residential neighborhood.
As I walk away from the store, I start walking
down the residential street behind the store. I was walking
on the sidewalk to the left of the street, as
there was only one sidewalk on the right side of
the street. If I walked on the right sidewalk, I'd
only walk on it for a block and then I

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would have to walk the rest of the way on
the road. There were also woods on that side of
the road. It was convenient as well because the left
side of the street was my store and there were
no street lights. I walked about three fourths of the
block when I got this feeling that I was being watched.
The neighborhood was really dark at this point, and I

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had pretty much reached the end of the block and
was getting ready to cross the street when I noticed
a silhouette of someone walking on the right side of
the street near the woods. They were about five nine
to five ten and looked to be maybe one hundred
and eighty two hundred pounds. I couldn't make out any features,
though I'm the type of person who's very aware of

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my surroundings and slightly paranoid as I've been followed, almost kidnapped, stalked,
you get the gist. So when I noticed m I
stopped walking and immediately get a sick feeling in my stomach.
The man then noticed me and proceeded to walk slowly
and yelled out to me. He says, y'll come here.
I want to talk to you. I say back, no,

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I'm good, I'm only sixteen. Then I turn around and
start walking back to the store. He continues to yell
things at me, trying to convince me to come to him.
At this point, something to me told me to run,
and I did just that. As I'm running, I know
I shouldn't have, but I turned my head to see
if he was actually chasing me or not. Into my horror,

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he was, so I turned up the speed and ran
as fast as I can. Thankfully, as I reached the store,
my ride pulled up, so I ran to the car.
As I tried to get in, the door was locked.
It took about twenty seconds for them to unlock the car,
which felt like hours. Eventually I got in and just
broke down crying, not gonna lie. I was kind of

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out of shape, so my back was hurting from breathing
so hard, and I was all frazzled. This was the
first time I was chased on and let me tell you,
it's way more scarier, surreal and intense being chased on
foot than someone chasing you in the car. Still, to
this day, I've added trauma from this incident, and it

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makes me hard to go anywhere by myself, especially in
the dark. So to the man that chased me in
the dark, let's not meet again. My friend and I
I'll call him Robert, had just been a day in

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the city, a few hours away from our own. We
had just been a day at an event in which
we both participated in and we had a blast. After
the event, we decided to go out and get dinner
with a group of our friends and ended up staying
in the city almost until midnight before we decided that
we probably should get going. The drive home was very

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uneventful for most of the way home. In between the
two cities were very rural and only had a few
small towns between the two. Since it was dark, we
spent most of the time driving looking out for animals
that may run out into the road while chatting with
each other. As we got fairly close to Robber's house,

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we saw the car parked on the opposite side of
the road facing the wrong way and a man walking
around on the next side of the road. The car
in front of us just happened to be in Ambuloons,
which stopped to try to help the man. As we
drove past, I made eye contact with him, and we
just continued on our way, thinking nothing of what just happened.

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We drove for another twenty to thirty minutes before turning
onto an access road to get to Robert's house. As
we got further up the road, we noticed another car
had turned on the road further behind us, Robert lives
in the gated community, so we had turned onto the
driveway so we could get through the gate. This is
when we noticed that the car that had turned before

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I turned again and was right behind us. As we
pulled up to the gate, Robert opened it and drove through.
The car behind us also managed to make it through
just before the gate closed. Neither of us really had
any thought that we were being followed until this point,
but even then we joked about it. We then drove

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for a while inside this neighborhood, which is fairly large,
and noticed the car was still behind us. The route
we took was a large curve, so we figured you
should have had to turn off by now. As we
got close to his house, we decided to keep on
going as the road would loop around, and confirmed that
we were being followed. At this point, we called my

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friend's dad, who had just watched us drive by with
his car behind us. As we came around the loop,
we had come to the realization that we were actually
being followed. Robert then started driving much quicker through the neighborhood,
and the car behind us us also picked up speed.
We were going about fifty to sixty miles on this

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fairly small road, but the other car kept up. We
drove for a while before we decided to head to
the front gate, which had a twenty four hour security guard.
We left the neighborhood well a U turn back to
the front gate. We were still driving fast at this
point and to anyone, it should have been apparent that
we were being chased. As we came back to the

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front gate, my friend was able to open it in
a way we couldn't be followed. But as we turned
the corner, we saw the gate opening and the car
that was following in us drove in. This is where
we made a huge mistake. We turned down a road
without realizing this is a call to de sack. As
soon as we noticed our mistake, Robert was able to

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flip his car around so we could get out of there.
But as we drove by the car and made eye
contact with the driver but could barely see his face.
When we turned out of the cul de sac, we
turned off the lights and booked it. We finally had
managed to shake him and get to Roberts house. We
waited at Robert's house for the police to arrive, and

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shortly after the officer had arrived, he got a call
on the radio and booked it to his car. A
few minutes later, two more police showed up and we
were informed that they found the car. The man was
the same guy that we passed on the side of
the street around an hour earlier. When the police first
made contact with him, he refused to speak to them

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and didn't look like he was in the right state
of mind. As the traffic stopped proceeded, he began threatening
the officers. We later found out that he was a
mentally ill and unstable veteran from a couple states over,
and he had no reason to be anywhere close to
where we were. The man had broken the back gate
when he followed us in the worst of all this

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is the guy at the front gate, whose only job
was now the people in if they didn't have a
fop without stopping at his booth let the guy in.
After he saw a speed past him, he was quickly
fired by the security company. Looking back, there's only one
thing I would have changed. I would have called the
police sooner, but the adrenaline in the moment clouded our judgment. Okay,

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this may be a long story, but I'm ready to
tell people and read it. My story of let's not
meet the first started when I was in my first
year of sixth form. My friend let's say your name
was Candall. She introduced me to her friend let's call
her Amanda. I chatted with Amanda for the next two

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weeks simply because she's the message to me constantly. She
seemed like a nice girl first until she made me
feel uncomfortable around her, and she's the message me, cuddle
you like a big teddy bear and similar things to that.
I shot that down. She got upset and threatened to

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call the police on me if I didn't go on
a date with her. I'm a gay guy, by the way,
but I wasn't out of the closet at this point
of my life. I screenshoted everything she said to me,
and I showed my friend Candle and she stated.

Speaker 2 (01:55:23):
Yeah, I believe you. She's a compulsive liar.

Speaker 1 (01:55:27):
She lied about her teacher sexually assaulting her and used
to make things up to make her sound better than
everyone else. I was so glad Candle believed me and
advised me to block Amanda, which I did. Fast forward
two years later, I was in college now and encountered
her again. I didn't recognize her and was chatting to

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her without realizing that she was the same Amanda from
two years prior. That was until I messaged Candle on
Facebook as Amanda told me that she new Candle, can
they'll send me a long paragraph?

Speaker 2 (01:56:02):
M you do realize that's Amanda?

Speaker 1 (01:56:05):
Right then, it all came flooding back to me. She
was right. It was the same girl who threatened to
call the cops on me for not going on a
date with her. She was dating a friend of mine
in college, now my bestest friend. I tried to warn him,
but he didn't listen to me. Amanda claimed to have

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a crush on me a second time. I shot it
down right away and told her I'm not interested. She
obviously took offense to that and threatened to call the
police again, to which I replied, what's the police going
to do? This isn't a police matter, which, by the
look on her facial expressions, angered her even more, but

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she walked off. A couple of weeks go by, I
ended up telling my friend about what she's been messaging me,
and he obviously believed me as he saw her messages
in real time. She kept asking me to go on
a date and saying she liked me. Says day one.
But here's the thing. She was in a relationship with

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my friend. Naturally, my friend got upset and called her
right in front of me. She claimed that she had
no idea what he was talking about and told him
I was making up lies. Then he forgave her as
she admitted it was true. Just a week later, to
my annoyance, she began hanging out with us. I was

(01:57:29):
nice to her because I didn't want to get my
friend upset. She tried telling me that she had two
children at seventeen, with one being thirteen and the other
one being three. I thought that was odd. How is
she seventeen and having a thirteen year old child she
who would have been four. Something wasn't adding up. She

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stated that she was sexually assaulted when she was young.
I should have called her out. My friend was there
and I didn't want to upset him. She even stated
that the three year old was my friend's daughter. Even
he looked confused like it was the first time he
heard about this child. When she went home, I asked him,

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he stated, no idea. She's never mentioned a child before,
and we definitely never had sex. Very strange. Fast forward
a year and I was working in a shop. She
suddenly showed up and asked to speak to me. My
manager let me go on a thirty minute lunch. She

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was there with her friend, and she wanted to tell
me that my best friend, let's officially give him a name, Marcus,
was manipulating her and was always hurting her, which I
knew for a fact wasn't true. Marcus wouldn't her to fly,
but I listened to whatever else she wanted to say.
She said that she was trapped in a relationship with

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him and she felt scared of him. No idea if
she was telling me this knowing that I did not
like her. I made a scene like I believed her
and headed back to work. I came home and facetimed
Marcus and told him everything she was saying earlier that day.
He started crying his eyes out because he found out

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she cheated on him with another guy. A friend of
his showed a picture as proof and forwarded it to me.
It was definitely a picture of her and some guy
kissing on a bus. I told Marcus he needs to
get away from her asap, which he did until the
next day they were back together as he yet again
forgave her. We started doing group video chats me, Marcus

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and Amanda at her request. And remember the three year
old from the year prior, Well, now she's five years
old called Lily, who literally never existed. Asked her about
the thirteen year old she mentioned, and she replied with
I don't have a child other than Lily. The next
couple of months go by, and she used to say

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Lily's in bed, or Lily's in school, et cetera. When
I would call her out to show us Lily, she
would turn in the camera to a pitch black area
of the bedroom and quickly put the camera back to her.
I thought this was odd and said, why do you
move the camera so fast? We didn't see anything. She replied,

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because she's a camera shy or she's asleep. I couldn't
take this anymore. It was excuse after excuse. If Lily
was Marcus's daughter, he deserves to see her, as he's
literally never met or seen this Lily, not even once,

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I said in her long message, stating that Lily does
not exist, why no pictures of her? Then I blocked
her because I had enough of her playing games with
my best friend. She then went on people's Facebook, and
I kid you not, she took photos of random people's
children and claimed them as Lily. Marcus and I looked

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at each other as we knew these were different pictures
of random kids, some of them weren't even girls. This
went on until one day me and Marcus went to
Amanda's mother's workplace, and Marcus showed her all the messages,
especially the ones about this Lily and the many pictures
of her and some random guy she met up with.

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Some of the men Amanda met up with were like
fifty or sixty years old. We found her on the
dating website asking for men to fattening her up. We
showed everything to Amanda's mother. Her mother was furious. She
said Amanda never had kids, she was never sexually assaulted

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as a child, and knew something was odd as she
had gotten into a random man's car just the day before.
I thought this would be the end of Amanda. But
I couldn't be more wrong, as Marcus, like an idiot,
met up with her that evening and forgave her for
the million time. And then something strange happened. The next day.

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Marcus called me on FaceTime and he was furious at me.
I asked him, what's going on and what did I do?
He told me I was a bad friend and he
wants to cut me out of his life. I was
in shock. I heard Amanda laughing in the background. Then
it clicked. She said something about me which wasn't true,

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and now me and Marcus were arguing like crazy. He
blocked me on everything, which broke my heart, as this
boy was my best friend and now he's believing his compulsive,
lying girlfriend over me. Marcus and I were having on
and off arguments all the time, and Amanda was the
root of it, talling him lies and manipulating him as

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if she was jealous of her friendship. Maybe she thought
I was a threat to her relationship with Marcus and
tried to split us up as best friends. She literally
used to invite me out with them, and when I
would turn up, she used to be like, I want
to spend time with you. Why is he here? Excuse me,

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You're the one that invited me. This happened every single
time until one time I slapped back at her, which
made her cry, but I didn't care. She needed to
stop doing this to me. As it wasn't healthy for
my mental health. A few weeks go by, Marcus was
texting me on Facebook Messenger and we were having the
laugh like we used to. He went to the toilet

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as he was at Amanda's. Then I suddenly got a
text from Marcus saying, Hi, it's Amanda. I replied with hey,
and then she started sending me threatening messages saying I
need to leave Marcus alone. He doesn't like me and
I need to move on. I was like, what the fuck?

(02:03:58):
I ended up arguing with her over this, saying why
the hell is she using his phone to send me
these messages? Amanda was like, why dardy come say that
to my face? At this point, I had enough of
this and contacted a friend of mine, let's call it Jasmine,
and told her the situation as I ended up in
tears on the phone. I've known Jasmine since primary school

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and we had been close friends since, so naturally, she
got defensive and asked me to get in her car
and she'll dropped me off wherever they were so I
could see it in her face. Jasmine wanted heart Amanda
for what she's done to me. We saw them and
we confronted them. Marcus generally had no clue until I
showed him the messages Amanda sent me on his phone.

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He was furious and walked off in tears. I ran
after him, leaving Amanda and Jasmine alone. Marcus and I
hugged it out and we talked about what happened. He
was telling me that he wasn't allowed friends anymore, and
Amanda even made him choose between her and his family,
which made me even more furious. I had enough of

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the way she was treating my best friend. The next day,
Jasmine messaged me and said that she cannot be friends
anymore as I was bullying Amanda for months, which wasn't true,
as I wouldn't bully anyone. I said to Jasmine, if
she was my real friend, you would know that Amanda
was lying, but she didn't. To this very day, I

(02:05:26):
never saw Jasmine again. This felt like a big betrayal
of our friendship, and I really would never talk to
Jasmine ever again. This was over six years ago. Now,
Marcus and I were getting better and he wasn't letting
Amanda nippolate him anymore. This was until these boys came
into our lives. Well, first it was another girl I

(02:05:48):
was friends with called Alice. I've known Alice for years
and invited her out with me and Marcus to a
pub for a few drinks. It was a nice evening,
and Alice even called Amanda and told her that she
needs to leave Marcus alone. We were drunk that evening.
We Sarah goodbye, as I'm naturally worried for Marcus, as

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he's like a little brother to me. At this point,
Alice asked if I was gay, which I am gay,
but I wasn't out of the closet at this point,
so I responded with no. Then Alice said, then, why
are you worried about Marcus? You obviously fancy him. I
tell her, well, no, He's like a brother to me
and we've been through a lot because of Amanda, so

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I obviously do care about him. I thought to forget
about this conversation, as I assumed she was just making conversation.
Alice message Marcus asking him out on a date on
a messaging app, and by the end of the week
they started dating. I was happy that he was moving
on from Amanda. Boy was I wrong. I started receiving

(02:06:53):
messages from Alice's brother and his friend dating to Slice
my throat and message Marcus to help them be me up.
We were talking to joining a group video call. The
call contained me, Marcus, Amanda, and Alice's brother and his friend.
They said horrible things towards me, saying that I should

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die and I hurt women, which wasn't true. It was
more of Amanda's lies, and I was messaging Marcus to
back me up because he was being quiet while I
was trying to defend myself. I guess these guys he
just read the messages and still sat there saying nothing.
At this point, I had enough and just left the
call and left the group and blocked a lot of

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them apart from Marcus. Marcus called me the next morning
saying that he's sorry for not defending me. I replied with,
well that isn't good enough. They were literally threatening me.
Marcus went quiet, then said sorry again, But by this
point I ended a call because I couldn't be bothered
with distress anymore. Next thing I know, Alice was denying

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that she ever dated Marcus, in claiming I made a
fake account of her on the messaging app Are you serious?

Speaker 2 (02:08:05):
Mate?

Speaker 1 (02:08:06):
I also noticed I was being besties with Amanda on Facebook,
so that was the puzzle fitting. At this point, I
wanted to end my life. I was at my lowest.
I was losing all my friends because of this Amanda.
This was the start of my depression getting worse and worse.
Marcus and I eventually made up and we were best

(02:08:27):
friends again, but there was a time period where we
didn't talk for over a year. I guess that was
me trying to move on with my life. But eventually
we started talking again and Marcus and I met up again,
just the two of us. He was saying how sorry
it was for everything he's done. I said it was okay.
He was under Amanda's control. Fast forward to twenty twenty four.

(02:08:51):
Marcus has a new fiance who is a lovely girl,
and I'm going to be the best man at his
wedding because I stopped him from jumping every time a
Manda a cheating on him. I was always there for him.
He now sees that I was always there for him,
and we're closer than ever. Even defends me a lot
more nowadays and always has my back. I've seen Amanda

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here and there a few times, but don't acknowledge her
or them as Amanda is now non binary, which I
don't believe, as it could just be another life for attention,
but I'm not judging. If that's how they feel, that's
up to them. But that doesn't change the person who
nearly destroyed my life. Last time I saw Amanda was

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last year at Pride. They are pointed at me, showing
their current boyfriend who I am. I didn't notice until
my other best friend, not Marcus, pointed it out to me.
That was the last time I ever saw her and
hopefully we never meet again. There's a lot of missed
out on the story as it happened over a couple
of years, but I just want to say, Amanda, let's

(02:09:55):
never meet ever again.

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