March 21, 2025 • 48 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
When I was a freshman in high school, Melyssa was
my role model. Melissa was a senior. She was gorgeous, confident, smart,
effortlessly stylish, and always owning in the room. Back then,
I was too shy to talk to her. Seniors are
already pretty intimidating to freshmen, but Alyssa was next level
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intimidating because she was such a queen. I didn't expect
anyone to see me the way I saw Alyssa, but
I was pleasantly surprised in my senior year. In my
senior year, I started finding these little notes in my locker.
I wasn't expecting that at all, but I was really flattered.
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The first one said you were beautiful in the dress
room Friday. The handwriting was kneat and simple, with a
cute little heart at the end. More notes kept coming,
always in the fourth period. I gotta know every week
or two. I know they came during fourth period because
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I checked my locker before and after every class. They
were all really sweet.
Speaker 2 (01:11):
They said things like, your smile lights up the hallway,
you shine better than any star. Your homecoming photos are
straight out of a magazine cover, so stunning.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
There are more notes that I don't remember. They weren't
romantic or flirty. They looked like things I might have
said to Alyssa if we had ever spoken. I thought
maybe they were from a shy underclassman girl. I had
my suspicions. I didn't tell anyone about these notes. I
didn't really want my friends turning this into an investigation
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and embarrassing whoever was leaving them. Whoever was leaving the messages,
I thought they meant well. Then in the second semester,
my schedule changed. My last class of the day was upstairs,
but my friend's locker. My friend's last class was near
my locker. We swapped blockers. I forgot about the notes
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until my eighteenth birthday. That morning, my friend handed me
a note that she found in my old locker. It
said Happy birthday, Princess. At first she thought the notes
were meant for her, since those compliments could have fit
her too, but when she realized the birthday didn't match up,
she put two and two together. Come to think of it,
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I don't think any of the notes ever said my name.
I admitted that the notes have been happening all year,
and explained that I didn't want to make a big
deal about it. Then my friends launched their investigation that
I had been worried about. All the girls in my
friend group became detectives trying to solve this mystery. One friend,
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who didn't have a fourth period class, stationed herself by
the lockers to survey the area that worked. The notes
weren't from a shy fresh men or even from a boy.
They were from a janitor, an older woman. None of
us knew. We all recognized her, but I don't think
any of us have ever talked to her. She had
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been leaving these notes for several months, watching me closely
enough to comment about my outfits, field hockey games, and
even when I posted on Facebook. I saw her at
the last field hockey game of the season. She sat
quietly in the stands. That was the only time I
noticed her watching me, but I have no idea how
many places I didn't notice her watching me. None of
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us brought this up to her. She hadn't done anything wrong,
but it felt un settling in a way that's hard
to explain. To start, I am a seventeen year old female,
and I am a twelfth grader as well already have
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somewhat of a fear of older men or men in
general due to my own exppperiances. Another thing is I
have really intense anxiety, so it makes it hard for
me to make my discomfort known. I had this math
teacher back in eleventh grade year who really creeped me
out as he would get really close to me. I
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could smell his breath close you touch my shoulder or
shake me as a joke, which put me off. But
I shut my feelings down as I thought my fear
was cloud in my judgment until well this year. This year,
I had a class that required me to walk past
his room to get to my first period. Normally, I
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would just not make eye contact to not start a conversation.
It worked for a while till this one day. I
was walking down, but it was stopped by him. He
grabbed me by my shoulder and wouldn't let me go
until I smiled at him. I just smiled at him,
and after he let me go, I quickly ran towards
first period. Now I avoid the hallway entirely, despite me
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having to walk up and down the stairs to avoid him.
Turns out other female students also found him very creepy.
After I told my friends what he had done to me.
I'm a nineteen year old female. I study in university.
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During the semester, I noticed that someone had been checking
off my own attendance on our class sheet. I didn't
know anyone at all, so I couldn't shake the feeling
that I was being watched. A week later, a guy
sitting in front of me started talking to me, and
he seemed friendly. Eventually he asked me for my contact info,
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claiming he needed help with class work, and I gave
it to him. After that, he started spamming me messages, stickers,
and videos in class. Whenever he noticed I left him
on red, he would turn around to check if I
was on my phone to respet. He would also track
when I was lost online, would shoot me looks to
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get my attention. Strangely, he would browse my profile pictures
Sophie of me with friends and stare blankly at them,
not typing in anything, just frozen. I teld him I
needed to focus, but didn't stop from spayming away. He
purposely angle of screens so that I can see everything
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he was doing on it, and it's creepy seeing how
obsessively he monitors our chat he's also starting to ask
for hugs. A couple of days ago was my last
class this year with him. I saw depending that he
used to check off his name was the same colored
use for mine on the absence sheet, So I put
two and two together and I'm pretty sure it was
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him all along. Edit. Just talk to him and he
denies it. But if he's telling the truth, the situation
is even weirder. His behavior has always been limited to
class hours. I just want to know if I'm being
unnecessarily creeped out. I was physically followed at my previous
job and it made me very weary since then, So
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I just want to know if he's just socially awkward
or after a while he'll stop. He's going to be
in the same class as me next year too. Edit too,
just confronted him and he's more avoidant of me now.
Thanks everyone for advice. Last edit. Don't know if there's
anyone still reading this post, but there are a few
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updates since then. He no longer bothers me, but he
joined the society club I'm in. Also, he sits behind
me in class. Now at least I'm not being spammed.
This was in ninth grade and I had walked into class.
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I had history this period, which definitely wasn't my favorite.
My teacher for this class was a bald, white, and
old looking man with blue eyes. He seemed old and frail,
but had a mouth on him. I won't say his
name for privacy reasons. He was weirdly really nice to
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all of the female students, always giving them compliments and
calling them a good girl. I didn't think of it
as something weird until I heard countless girls sharing things
about what he would say to them. He'd act really
weird and flirtatious with the young girls and talk to
them as if he weren't their teacher. Most of the
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girls really felt uncomfortable while being in the room with him,
and even nervous. He hit this aura that was off
and made the whole classroom feel eerie. It would always
be very awkward listening to him talk with the students.
Hearing it would make your skin crawl.
Speaker 2 (08:51):
You're such a bad girl, he'd.
Speaker 1 (08:53):
Say, doesn't that sound wrong? Let me know if I'm reaching.
One day, he just appeared and we never saw him again.
People flooded their social media's with different theories on why
he was gone. Some of them were outrageous but could
be true. Turns out he was a predator and especially
assaulted many girls in that school. More girls came out
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with stories about it, sharing their experience. I saw this
in relief because most of the time he'd make all
these students feel uncomfortable anyways, including me. Good riddance. This
was in middle school. My teacher was absent one day
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and this gym coach was substituting for him that day.
I've seen him around school before and he substituted for
us a few times. I was sitting in my desk
talking to one of my friends behind me, pretending to
do my work. For some reason, he decided to walk
around the room to check if we were all doing assignment.
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So I turned to my desk and started writing. He
goes one by one by everyone's desk slows down. Once
he reaches mine. He hovers over me, just staring down
at my work. I got nervous because I didn't want
him calling me out. For some reason, I fell his
breath on me heavily, which was grossing me out. He
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was a frail, old looking man, so I didn't think
much of it. He walked really slowly and seemed harmless,
but was very passive aggressive when he spoke to us.
I'd always get this creepy vibe from him, but always
thought it was just me. A few months go by
and a rumor of him being fired circled around the school.
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I was curious, so I asked around to know what
the tea was. Apparently, the same teacher that would suffer
my class was fired. He was caught trying to touch
the girls during practice and throughout the gym periods, which
was soon reported by a student. He even got caught
hiding behind the crack of the door watching the girls
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change in the locker room. He just watched them, and
he finally got caught while doing this, and it was
fired and kicked out of the school. The news made
it everywhere, even on the nightly news. It spread like wildfire.
Thinking back on it now, it gives me chills to
think that he'd watched girls change and thank goodness he
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was caught. You never know people's intentions. I'm a twenty
seven year old female. I graduated from high school about
ten years ago. In my freshman year of high school,
I was well known and I had lots of friends.
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I was very friendly, and every time I saw someone alone,
I greet them and offered them my friendship. Sometime during
that year, in my math class, he had a new guy,
we'll call him Jose. Jose recently moved to the US
from Mexico. He hardly knew any English. Me being Hispanic,
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I was able to speak to him in Spanish and
make him for welcomed. Jose had no friends and always
sat by himself in math class. I started helping Jose
a lot. He sat behind me and would always play
with my hair, not touching my head, but just my hair,
so I could hardly feel it. I sort of felt
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like he had a crush on me, and he was
not bad looking, so I didn't look at it as
a big deal. For the first two or three months
he played with my hair, it became a norm. He
said he really licked my hair. Towards the end of
those months, he said he wanted to play a game
and asked me to write the things I love most
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in my life. He would do the same, and we
would both share our papers. Of course, I wrote down family, god, friends,
and a whole bunch of other things. When I gave
him back the list, he want specific names and said
that he would do the same. I ended up writing
my friends and family's names. One day, we were hanging
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out in class and Jose said, can I show you something,
but you can't tell anyone or else you're going to
have to pay for it. I was confused. I thought
maybe he was going to ask me out. Jose pulled
out a ziplock bag, and I couldn't really tell what
was in the bag. It wasn't until he placed it
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on the table that I noticed that it was a
ziplock bag full of my hair. Jose pulled up his
sleeve and showed me his arm. He had about ten
heeled knife scars lines made with the blade of a
knife that went down his arm. There was a fresh
knife wound, and he grabbed my hairs and placed it
on top with a freshly open wound and said, you're mine.
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Now I know who you love, what you love. If
you don't do as I say, you will pay for everything.
These are all of the scars, and these are all
the souls. I own, anything and everything that happens from
now on think of me. My heart sank. He started smirking.
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I ran out of class, crying and ran to the office.
Everyone was so confused, and I asked to speak to
my counselor. Immediately I explained what happened. Jose was pulled
out of class, taken to the principal's office, and expelled.
That day, I feared for my life. They found all
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these notes of other people in his backpack. Mine was there.
They saw all the scars and found all my hair.
I never heard of Jose again. I've had some pretty
fucked up shit happened in my life after that. I've
always thought Jose. I haven't talked about this in years.
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I'm afraid that if I mentioned this, he will hear
me and more bad is to follow. I've got so
close with God, closer than ever, and to this day,
I don't know if Jose was just messing with me,
but I will tell you that after this encounter, I
am no longer the super friendly and open hearted person
I once was. This happened six or seven years ago.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Now.
Speaker 1 (15:35):
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 was doing
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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 sweet for
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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 kit Cat part
today in the office, do you want something? He never
said that he purposely bought the Kitcat for me. I
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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 we
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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 coarse registration, and honestly I didn't know. Also, the
counselors were completely useless. I didn't tell them that, but
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I remember saying I didn't want to have another gap
hour like this because it wasted so much time. I
don't think you 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 any more.
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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 gonna 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 make threads,
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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 still comes by, I have
no idea. I think the most challenging thing is that
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I couldn't tell my parents since I know they would
completely freak out. This is my story about being stalked.
Dealing with this has been difficult, and throughout the ordeal
I fell out of control. So I'm sharing this to
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gain control over my own story. The story as long
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
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both nice sorority type girls. We decided to go out
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
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made a bad first impression and I would invite her
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
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for dinner. The girl's face lifted at my invitation and
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 a bathroom, I learned that her
name was Nelly. We were the same age, from the
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same state, and in the same program. I ordered 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
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of felt bad for her. She was born in Sri
Lanka but immigrated as a kid, and 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.
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I asked if she wanted to sue me in class,
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 and leucture every day. We even opened
our bedroom doors in unison. I would open my door,
then Nelly would open hers and asked me where I
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was going. One night, I left my room to go
grocery shopping when Nellie'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 had 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
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thought crept 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 rude
to think the contrary. The harmony in the apartments only
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lasted two weeks. 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
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was the only other person with the 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 into a 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
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when I came 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
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directly 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
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never acknowledged the situation. 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 clog the toilet. I'd
make it maintenance request. The staff member would clean Nelly's mess,
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then she would do it again. Eventually, after twelve clogged toilets,
I was 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
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different friends 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 Nelly never addressed me
about not sitting with her. The message had worked. Nelly
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stopped clogging 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
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the issue until two weeks after, when all our food
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
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Nelly's 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, Nelly entered the kitchen and everyone fell quiet.
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Sam bluntly asked no Nelly what the smell in her
room was, and Nelly just suddenly 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
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three of us. 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.
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My 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. When Nelly
texted me asking if I would cheat with her on
the final exam, I politely declined, and she asked if
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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 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. Nelly
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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 and 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 my are other roommates too. At that,
Nellie 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. Nelly leaned back, slowly rolling her
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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 her 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 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 to
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 gonna report you, I pressed send. I
no longer cared about being friends with Nelly. I felt gross,
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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 wall. I was livid at this point, but
I had to wait until Monday to report her, so
I laid down to take a nap. Two hours later,
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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 tirp like a bird. She briefly paused,
then began twisting my doorknob in unison with her chirps.
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I stood there, unnerved as 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
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my bed. Then, as suddenly as it started, Nellie stopped,
her feet still visible under my door. My phone buzzed
and I slowly unlocked it, staring down in horror at
Nelly's text.
Speaker 2 (34:07):
The cockroach screamed, why do this to me?
Speaker 1 (34:10):
Because you couldn't be positive in a negative situation, The
doctor said the 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
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and chirp. I was scared to call the cops because
I was on a visa, and if they didn't believe me,
I could 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
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scared Nelly away. We met up and talked about what
happened before going to bed. 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
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were skipping class, so I sat alone. I saw Nelly
enter the room by pass 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
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when Nellie found me and robotically bent down to 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
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my things up. Nelly asked where I was going, 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 Nelly that
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my plants had changed. My heart raised as I asked
her she liked the lecture. She didn't respond. She just
stared with her head tilted and mouth agape. 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
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ten minutes before leaving. Later on, I 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.
Into the library up to the third floor and sat
directly behind me with her threat. It's still fresh in
my mind. I moved to a different spot, but she
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followed me. 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.
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That night.
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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 asap. I was hesitant
to go back there, but I just couldn't abandon Sam,
so I grabbed my stuff and told Reagan I would
be back soon. I walked to my apartment and stared
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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 red and orange
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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 it didn't get here by itself. Nelly either found
the bird and brought it into the kitchen, or she
killed it and decapitated a living bird and then put
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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 in
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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 Nelly
avoided the other girls, they decided to stay. I declined
to submit Nelly because I felt bad for her and
thought that moving away would stop her obsession with me.
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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 any Nilly related thoughts.
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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 row and began walking
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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 from me, not
breaking eye contact, and I considered that a Whin after class,
I went home and then walked to the store. I
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forgot to grab a cart, 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
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until I went to 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,
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I decided to report 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 me across the street,
but she didn't approach me and walked with the crowd
towards campus. Minutes later, Reagan found me and we had
to do class together. I walked beside Reagan, passing the
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building in the alleyways until a rock caught in my shoe
and I 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 Reagan's neck. Words can't explain how terrified I
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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 we bolted across the street. Natalie paused, but
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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 it
to the lobby and headed down the staircase, but Nelly
stood at the bottom of it. I won't let her
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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 at Nelly. I was shocked at
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how composed she was, and even more shocked that Nelly listened.
We sat down and classed, and Nelly tried to sit
behind me, but someone was saving the seat for his friend,
so Nelly left. I didn't pay attention to the lecture.
I sat there, shocked in terrorf while Reagan hunchedlow in
her seat, rebing her neck. I felt horrible for bringing
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Reagan into this Nelly crap. I knew then Nelly needed
to be expelled no matter what. The next day, I
reported Nelly to the Students 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,
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and Sam as witnesses, and gave photographic evidence of the threats,
the calls, the smear, poop and blood, clock 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 to
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give her a copy of my report, discussed by 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 and
she would never stop stalking me. My sophomore year was
plagued with the relentless pattern of Nellie 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 Nellie 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 caught up by the
university that failed to shell out even a minor consequence
or the terror she imposed on me. I wanted her
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to 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 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 the
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book of graduates. 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.
When I was a freshman in high school, Melyssa was
my role model. Melissa was a senior. She was gorgeous, confident, smart,
effortlessly stylish, and always owning in the room. Back then,
I was too shy to talk to her. Seniors are
already pretty intimidating to freshmen, but Alyssa was next level
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intimidating because she was such a queen. I didn't expect
anyone to see me the way I saw Alyssa, but
I was pleasantly surprised in my senior year. In my
senior year, I started finding these little notes in my locker.
I wasn't expecting that at all, but I was really flattered.
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The first one said you were beautiful in the dress
room Friday. The handwriting was kneat and simple, with a
cute little heart at the end. More notes kept coming,
always in the fourth period. I gotta know every week
or two. I know they came during fourth period because
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I checked my locker before and after every class. They
were all really sweet.
Speaker 2 (01:11):
They said things like, your smile lights up the hallway,
you shine better than any star. Your homecoming photos are
straight out of a magazine cover, so stunning.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
There are more notes that I don't remember. They weren't
romantic or flirty. They looked like things I might have
said to Alyssa if we had ever spoken. I thought
maybe they were from a shy underclassman girl. I had
my suspicions. I didn't tell anyone about these notes. I
didn't really want my friends turning this into an investigation
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and embarrassing whoever was leaving them. Whoever was leaving the messages,
I thought they meant well. Then in the second semester,
my schedule changed. My last class of the day was upstairs,
but my friend's locker. My friend's last class was near
my locker. We swapped blockers. I forgot about the notes
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until my eighteenth birthday. That morning, my friend handed me
a note that she found in my old locker. It
said Happy birthday, Princess. At first she thought the notes
were meant for her, since those compliments could have fit
her too, but when she realized the birthday didn't match up,
she put two and two together. Come to think of it,
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I don't think any of the notes ever said my name.
I admitted that the notes have been happening all year,
and explained that I didn't want to make a big
deal about it. Then my friends launched their investigation that
I had been worried about. All the girls in my
friend group became detectives trying to solve this mystery. One friend,
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who didn't have a fourth period class, stationed herself by
the lockers to survey the area that worked. The notes
weren't from a shy fresh men or even from a boy.
They were from a janitor, an older woman. None of
us knew. We all recognized her, but I don't think
any of us have ever talked to her. She had
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been leaving these notes for several months, watching me closely
enough to comment about my outfits, field hockey games, and
even when I posted on Facebook. I saw her at
the last field hockey game of the season. She sat
quietly in the stands. That was the only time I
noticed her watching me, but I have no idea how
many places I didn't notice her watching me. None of
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us brought this up to her. She hadn't done anything wrong,
but it felt un settling in a way that's hard
to explain. To start, I am a seventeen year old female,
and I am a twelfth grader as well already have
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somewhat of a fear of older men or men in
general due to my own exppperiances. Another thing is I
have really intense anxiety, so it makes it hard for
me to make my discomfort known. I had this math
teacher back in eleventh grade year who really creeped me
out as he would get really close to me. I
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could smell his breath close you touch my shoulder or
shake me as a joke, which put me off. But
I shut my feelings down as I thought my fear
was cloud in my judgment until well this year. This year,
I had a class that required me to walk past
his room to get to my first period. Normally, I
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would just not make eye contact to not start a conversation.
It worked for a while till this one day. I
was walking down, but it was stopped by him. He
grabbed me by my shoulder and wouldn't let me go
until I smiled at him. I just smiled at him,
and after he let me go, I quickly ran towards
first period. Now I avoid the hallway entirely, despite me
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having to walk up and down the stairs to avoid him.
Turns out other female students also found him very creepy.
After I told my friends what he had done to me.
I'm a nineteen year old female. I study in university.
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During the semester, I noticed that someone had been checking
off my own attendance on our class sheet. I didn't
know anyone at all, so I couldn't shake the feeling
that I was being watched. A week later, a guy
sitting in front of me started talking to me, and
he seemed friendly. Eventually he asked me for my contact info,
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claiming he needed help with class work, and I gave
it to him. After that, he started spamming me messages, stickers,
and videos in class. Whenever he noticed I left him
on red, he would turn around to check if I
was on my phone to respet. He would also track
when I was lost online, would shoot me looks to
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get my attention. Strangely, he would browse my profile pictures
Sophie of me with friends and stare blankly at them,
not typing in anything, just frozen. I teld him I
needed to focus, but didn't stop from spayming away. He
purposely angle of screens so that I can see everything
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he was doing on it, and it's creepy seeing how
obsessively he monitors our chat he's also starting to ask
for hugs. A couple of days ago was my last
class this year with him. I saw depending that he
used to check off his name was the same colored
use for mine on the absence sheet, So I put
two and two together and I'm pretty sure it was
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him all along. Edit. Just talk to him and he
denies it. But if he's telling the truth, the situation
is even weirder. His behavior has always been limited to
class hours. I just want to know if I'm being
unnecessarily creeped out. I was physically followed at my previous
job and it made me very weary since then, So
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I just want to know if he's just socially awkward
or after a while he'll stop. He's going to be
in the same class as me next year too. Edit too,
just confronted him and he's more avoidant of me now.
Thanks everyone for advice. Last edit. Don't know if there's
anyone still reading this post, but there are a few
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updates since then. He no longer bothers me, but he
joined the society club I'm in. Also, he sits behind
me in class. Now at least I'm not being spammed.
This was in ninth grade and I had walked into class.
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I had history this period, which definitely wasn't my favorite.
My teacher for this class was a bald, white, and
old looking man with blue eyes. He seemed old and frail,
but had a mouth on him. I won't say his
name for privacy reasons. He was weirdly really nice to
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all of the female students, always giving them compliments and
calling them a good girl. I didn't think of it
as something weird until I heard countless girls sharing things
about what he would say to them. He'd act really
weird and flirtatious with the young girls and talk to
them as if he weren't their teacher. Most of the
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girls really felt uncomfortable while being in the room with him,
and even nervous. He hit this aura that was off
and made the whole classroom feel eerie. It would always
be very awkward listening to him talk with the students.
Hearing it would make your skin crawl.
Speaker 2 (08:51):
You're such a bad girl, he'd.
Speaker 1 (08:53):
Say, doesn't that sound wrong? Let me know if I'm reaching.
One day, he just appeared and we never saw him again.
People flooded their social media's with different theories on why
he was gone. Some of them were outrageous but could
be true. Turns out he was a predator and especially
assaulted many girls in that school. More girls came out
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with stories about it, sharing their experience. I saw this
in relief because most of the time he'd make all
these students feel uncomfortable anyways, including me. Good riddance. This
was in middle school. My teacher was absent one day
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and this gym coach was substituting for him that day.
I've seen him around school before and he substituted for
us a few times. I was sitting in my desk
talking to one of my friends behind me, pretending to
do my work. For some reason, he decided to walk
around the room to check if we were all doing assignment.
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So I turned to my desk and started writing. He
goes one by one by everyone's desk slows down. Once
he reaches mine. He hovers over me, just staring down
at my work. I got nervous because I didn't want
him calling me out. For some reason, I fell his
breath on me heavily, which was grossing me out. He
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was a frail, old looking man, so I didn't think
much of it. He walked really slowly and seemed harmless,
but was very passive aggressive when he spoke to us.
I'd always get this creepy vibe from him, but always
thought it was just me. A few months go by
and a rumor of him being fired circled around the school.
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I was curious, so I asked around to know what
the tea was. Apparently, the same teacher that would suffer
my class was fired. He was caught trying to touch
the girls during practice and throughout the gym periods, which
was soon reported by a student. He even got caught
hiding behind the crack of the door watching the girls
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change in the locker room. He just watched them, and
he finally got caught while doing this, and it was
fired and kicked out of the school. The news made
it everywhere, even on the nightly news. It spread like wildfire.
Thinking back on it now, it gives me chills to
think that he'd watched girls change and thank goodness he
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was caught. You never know people's intentions. I'm a twenty
seven year old female. I graduated from high school about
ten years ago. In my freshman year of high school,
I was well known and I had lots of friends.
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I was very friendly, and every time I saw someone alone,
I greet them and offered them my friendship. Sometime during
that year, in my math class, he had a new guy,
we'll call him Jose. Jose recently moved to the US
from Mexico. He hardly knew any English. Me being Hispanic,
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I was able to speak to him in Spanish and
make him for welcomed. Jose had no friends and always
sat by himself in math class. I started helping Jose
a lot. He sat behind me and would always play
with my hair, not touching my head, but just my hair,
so I could hardly feel it. I sort of felt
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like he had a crush on me, and he was
not bad looking, so I didn't look at it as
a big deal. For the first two or three months
he played with my hair, it became a norm. He
said he really licked my hair. Towards the end of
those months, he said he wanted to play a game
and asked me to write the things I love most
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in my life. He would do the same, and we
would both share our papers. Of course, I wrote down family, god, friends,
and a whole bunch of other things. When I gave
him back the list, he want specific names and said
that he would do the same. I ended up writing
my friends and family's names. One day, we were hanging
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out in class and Jose said, can I show you something,
but you can't tell anyone or else you're going to
have to pay for it. I was confused. I thought
maybe he was going to ask me out. Jose pulled
out a ziplock bag, and I couldn't really tell what
was in the bag. It wasn't until he placed it
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on the table that I noticed that it was a
ziplock bag full of my hair. Jose pulled up his
sleeve and showed me his arm. He had about ten
heeled knife scars lines made with the blade of a
knife that went down his arm. There was a fresh
knife wound, and he grabbed my hairs and placed it
on top with a freshly open wound and said, you're mine.
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Now I know who you love, what you love. If
you don't do as I say, you will pay for everything.
These are all of the scars, and these are all
the souls. I own, anything and everything that happens from
now on think of me. My heart sank. He started smirking.
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I ran out of class, crying and ran to the office.
Everyone was so confused, and I asked to speak to
my counselor. Immediately I explained what happened. Jose was pulled
out of class, taken to the principal's office, and expelled.
That day, I feared for my life. They found all
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these notes of other people in his backpack. Mine was there.
They saw all the scars and found all my hair.
I never heard of Jose again. I've had some pretty
fucked up shit happened in my life after that. I've
always thought Jose. I haven't talked about this in years.
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I'm afraid that if I mentioned this, he will hear
me and more bad is to follow. I've got so
close with God, closer than ever, and to this day,
I don't know if Jose was just messing with me,
but I will tell you that after this encounter, I
am no longer the super friendly and open hearted person
I once was. This happened six or seven years ago.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Now.
Speaker 1 (15:35):
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 was doing
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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 sweet for
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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 kit Cat part
today in the office, do you want something? He never
said that he purposely bought the Kitcat for me. I
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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 we
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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 coarse registration, and honestly I didn't know. Also, the
counselors were completely useless. I didn't tell them that, but
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I remember saying I didn't want to have another gap
hour like this because it wasted so much time. I
don't think you 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 any more.
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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 gonna 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 make threads,
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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 still comes by, I have
no idea. I think the most challenging thing is that
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I couldn't tell my parents since I know they would
completely freak out. This is my story about being stalked.
Dealing with this has been difficult, and throughout the ordeal
I fell out of control. So I'm sharing this to
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gain control over my own story. The story as long
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
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both nice sorority type girls. We decided to go out
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
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made a bad first impression and I would invite her
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
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for dinner. The girl's face lifted at my invitation and
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 a bathroom, I learned that her
name was Nelly. We were the same age, from the
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same state, and in the same program. I ordered 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
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of felt bad for her. She was born in Sri
Lanka but immigrated as a kid, and 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.
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I asked if she wanted to sue me in class,
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 and leucture every day. We even opened
our bedroom doors in unison. I would open my door,
then Nelly would open hers and asked me where I
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was going. One night, I left my room to go
grocery shopping when Nellie'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 had 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
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thought crept 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 rude
to think the contrary. The harmony in the apartments only
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lasted two weeks. 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
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was the only other person with the 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 into a 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
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when I came 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
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directly 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
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never acknowledged the situation. 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 clog the toilet. I'd
make it maintenance request. The staff member would clean Nelly's mess,
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then she would do it again. Eventually, after twelve clogged toilets,
I was 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
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different friends 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 Nelly never addressed me
about not sitting with her. The message had worked. Nelly
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stopped clogging 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
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the issue until two weeks after, when all our food
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
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Nelly's 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, Nelly entered the kitchen and everyone fell quiet.
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Sam bluntly asked no Nelly what the smell in her
room was, and Nelly just suddenly 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
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three of us. 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.
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My 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. When Nelly
texted me asking if I would cheat with her on
the final exam, I politely declined, and she asked if
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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 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. Nelly
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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 and 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 my are other roommates too. At that,
Nellie 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. Nelly leaned back, slowly rolling her
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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 her 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 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 to
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 gonna report you, I pressed send. I
no longer cared about being friends with Nelly. I felt gross,
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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 wall. I was livid at this point, but
I had to wait until Monday to report her, so
I laid down to take a nap. Two hours later,
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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 tirp like a bird. She briefly paused,
then began twisting my doorknob in unison with her chirps.
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I stood there, unnerved as 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
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my bed. Then, as suddenly as it started, Nellie stopped,
her feet still visible under my door. My phone buzzed
and I slowly unlocked it, staring down in horror at
Nelly's text.
Speaker 2 (34:07):
The cockroach screamed, why do this to me?
Speaker 1 (34:10):
Because you couldn't be positive in a negative situation, The
doctor said the 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
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and chirp. I was scared to call the cops because
I was on a visa, and if they didn't believe me,
I could 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
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scared Nelly away. We met up and talked about what
happened before going to bed. 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
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were skipping class, so I sat alone. I saw Nelly
enter the room by pass 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
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when Nellie found me and robotically bent down to 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
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my things up. Nelly asked where I was going, 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 Nelly that
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my plants had changed. My heart raised as I asked
her she liked the lecture. She didn't respond. She just
stared with her head tilted and mouth agape. 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
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ten minutes before leaving. Later on, I 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.
Into the library up to the third floor and sat
directly behind me with her threat. It's still fresh in
my mind. I moved to a different spot, but she
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followed me. 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 (37:49):
That night.
Speaker 1 (37:51):
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 asap. I was hesitant
to go back there, but I just couldn't abandon Sam,
so I grabbed my stuff and told Reagan I would
be back soon. I walked to my apartment and stared
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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 red and orange
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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 it didn't get here by itself. Nelly either found
the bird and brought it into the kitchen, or she
killed it and decapitated a living bird and then put
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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 in
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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 Nelly
avoided the other girls, they decided to stay. I declined
to submit Nelly because I felt bad for her and
thought that moving away would stop her obsession with me.
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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 any Nilly related thoughts.
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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 row and began walking
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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 from me, not
breaking eye contact, and I considered that a Whin after class,
I went home and then walked to the store. I
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forgot to grab a cart, 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
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until I went to 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,
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I decided to report 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 me across the street,
but she didn't approach me and walked with the crowd
towards campus. Minutes later, Reagan found me and we had
to do class together. I walked beside Reagan, passing the
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building in the alleyways until a rock caught in my shoe
and I 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 Reagan's neck. Words can't explain how terrified I
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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 we bolted across the street. Natalie paused, but
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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 it
to the lobby and headed down the staircase, but Nelly
stood at the bottom of it. I won't let her
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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 at Nelly. I was shocked at
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how composed she was, and even more shocked that Nelly listened.
We sat down and classed, and Nelly tried to sit
behind me, but someone was saving the seat for his friend,
so Nelly left. I didn't pay attention to the lecture.
I sat there, shocked in terrorf while Reagan hunchedlow in
her seat, rebing her neck. I felt horrible for bringing
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Reagan into this Nelly crap. I knew then Nelly needed
to be expelled no matter what. The next day, I
reported Nelly to the Students 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,
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and Sam as witnesses, and gave photographic evidence of the threats,
the calls, the smear, poop and blood, clock 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 to
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give her a copy of my report, discussed by 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 and
she would never stop stalking me. My sophomore year was
plagued with the relentless pattern of Nellie 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 Nellie 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 caught up by the
university that failed to shell out even a minor consequence
or the terror she imposed on me. I wanted her
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to 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 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 the
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book of graduates. 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.
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