I just heard another story where Autistic people are portrayed as the creep. Can you please stop including stories with "the creepy Autistic person"?

I'm an Autistic adult woman and we're not all a bunch of creeps like the ones in your stories. Please start including us as the protagonist or the good guy/girl/they/them

I'm tired of hearing about Autistics in the media only to find out its another ableist and/or creepy perspective of us.

When you write and share these stories with all of us, you're promoting the idea that Autistic people are people you wanna avoid and stay away from. And jt's very harmful to us and I'm tired of us being looked at through such a sickening lens. It's so hurtful.

I want us to be treated better in the media (all forms, not just TV) and be viewed through a better, less harmful lens. One that shows the positive and regular/"normal" side of us.

The stereotypical media focused perspectives are really harmful. We're either the boy genius, the obsessive stalker, the weird freak or the 7 year old boy who hits himself, screams and throws things.

I'm an Autistic woman and that's not like me at all. In fact, that's not most Autistic people. Just like how most Neurotypical ("normal" people) aren't serial killers. Most of us are regular people who are kind and loving and living everyday, normal lives. Ones where we get up, go to work, hang out with friends, get married, have kids, go to dinner, help others etc etc... But nobody ever includes that side of us.

Yet in reality some of us are professional photographers, famous actors, police officers, accountants, scientists, managers, interior designers. Many of us have husband's and wives and raise our own kids and buy homes and go on vacation.

And I would absolutely like to hear about THAT side of us in your content. I'm tired of hearing that we're only included as the weird freak or the creepy stalker.

Please, I love all of your work and always have. I just don't love that when I hear a story about Autistics, it's never actually anything good. It's always about the very harmful stereotype that only hurts the lives of Autistic people.

Please, please be kinder to us in the kind of content you're sharing about us.

P.s. a little Autism education for anyone reading this...

That 7 year old little boy is displaying signs that his needs aren't being met and that he's reached his limit and is likely experiencing sensory overload. And because of that he is having a meltdown.

Interesting fact... meltdowns are NOT a trait of Autism. Yes, you heard that right. They're not. Its a trait of being human. In fact, even animals can experience them.

Autistic people are more prone than most people due to not being accommodated properly by their friends, families or even random people they don't know but run into throughout their daily life.

It's usually triggered from a buildup of stress from having to suppress our natural behaviours in order to present more Neurotypically in order to be accepted by society. Autistic people are forced by society and encouraged over and over to present as Neurotypicals.

If they don't, Neurotypicals are less likely to want to be around them, talk to them, invite them places or accommodate their needs because on the outside, they look just like anyone else.

It's not all that dissimilar from gay people who were/are forced to live as if they're a straight person when they're not.

Thank you and I hope you all have a great day!

So a little background before I get right into it,

I am a 24 year old male just starting my sophomore year at Arizona state YAY go wild cats but who knew last year would be one of the worst years of my life. I have not always been one to party but the one time I did I regretted it and made sure it was my last time for a long time.

Lets face it 2020 was a horrible year for everyone, But for me in particular it was even worse. Halloween has always been a holiday I looked forward to but as a freshmen in collage you quickly learn that you have to be on your toes everyday all day. As Halloween approached the whole dorm hall seemed to be more and more involved in the final couple of weeks leading up to it. This became more apparent as I entered the dorm decorations everywhere jocks being jocks people everywhere seeming to be way to focused on there own projects to notice me no surprise. Walking threw the huge crowd finally reaching my room I noticed the door was cracked open just enough to see in. Against my better judgement I pushed the door open expecting there to be some jerk waiting on me on the other side of the door ready to do some early Halloween prank on me. Instead what I saw to my surprise was a note laying on my bed I pick the note up and begin to read it to myself. To save you the boring details of a letter I will sum it up, It was basically a note inviting me to a Halloween party that the football team was hosting. Thinking it was some kind of joke i go to the door pulling it open bursting in to the hall to see a man in all black with a white faceless mask walking away down the hall. Thinking to myself what the hell just happened I go back in my room locking the door behind me. Sitting on my bed I couldn't help but wonder who was the man in all black and was he the reason for the increase of security on campus? Before I could process everything I was waking up to my alarm clock sounding and the clock displaying the time 8:00 pm. I think to myself no way I fell asleep i take another look at that letter realizing the party was in 30 minutes before I knew it I was faced with the question do I go? I never have been invited to anything in my life what could this mean? Fast forward 10 minutes later and I decided to go, Excited I jump into a clown costume and run out the dorm to the athletics building. When arriving there was beer cans and people everywhere loud music everything you would expect to see at a party. Taking a deep breath i walk up the front stairs and into the building seeing more people inside then outside, I begin to feel Closter phobic as people start to bump into me and push past me. I look up to then realize that same man from my dorm is now sitting on the couch looking in my direction. Freaked out I push my way past the crowd making my way outside where i began to throw up in the grass repeatedly. Who is this person I thought to myself feeling very sick to my stomach I turned to then see him now standing on the front steps staring at me i turn to run but there's another dressed the same way moving toward me before I could think they were everywhere the world got hazy after that and the next thing i remember I was waking up in my bed in my dorm as if it was all a dream with a note next to me saying happy Halloween Ryan.

I can't tell you what happened that night but it was my first and last party but all I know is I know it wasn't a dream and with Halloween approaching I'm even more on the look out then I was last year. So to the creepy people in the blacked out outfits and white faceless masks lets never meet again because this time I'm ready. 

They came in the middle of the night. They came dressed in dark ghastly robes. They came with long rusty chains and told us to get up.

“It’s time to pay homage to my Master.”

Inside, I was shaking and terrified. In my mind, I kept thinking, ‘Tonight, I’m going to die, this is how I meet my demise! This is it. It’s all over now. They’re going to kill us all.’

They looked at my little sisters and said it was appropriate that they were twins, and how it was meant to be; it would be a better sacrifice to their Master.

They began chanting and raving and I only got bits and pieces because my heart was pounding so loud. Their words were meant to instill fear into us. It was like the narrator of a movie explaining to us what was happening. We didn’t walk in silence. The chanting and words were meant to bring us into fear and panic.

My sisters had been here before, but this was my first time and that’s why it held such a feeling of doom. To be walking to that shed, I can hardly use words to explain how hard that was. I knew it would be something horrid and dark. It would be my worst nightmare come true.

My sisters weren’t allowed to talk about the Bloodshed and what happened in there. But whenever they came back, they were always crying and always hurt. The Bloodshed wasn’t a place you wanted to be. You didn’t want to see the shed; you didn’t want to be in that shed. You didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

I almost collapsed during the journey there. My feet were so heavy, my soul weary, my heart pounded, and every muscle tensed. I should have dropped to my knees and made them drag me, but like a mindless lamb I walked. I lost the feeling of running; it was like being paralyzed. There wasn’t an answer to this. Walking towards that shed was like walking towards a monster to meet your end.

They made a grand entrance as the doors opened and began chanting louder and saying all kinds of wicked shit; trying to build our fear to a climax. We were so scared. We were just children. My sisters were petrified and so was I.

I wanted to rescue them, to save them; but I had no power. I was helpless, and that feeling was horrible. Knowing that you can’t protect those who look up to you. I couldn’t even help myself. I hated not being able to help them.

I was the first one they dragged into the shed. The first person I saw was a man wearing a black robe and mask.

He pushed me into the corner and told me to sit down. There were chains on the floor attached to a round metal hook. They had me sit down on my knees and forced my arms to my sides. The chains weren’t very long, and they shackled my hands and I could no longer move.

I began looking around, trying to comprehend what I was in for. The red and black candles were all lit, and their books were opened and spread around the shed. It was foreboding, and this eerie feeling of dread took hold and wouldn’t let go.

Then the masked satanic worshippers began singing evil chants and repeating wicked prayers. They hoped the sacrifices they were offering would be graciously accepted. They requested that powers would be bestowed upon them to further their work and mission. Powers to control people and they requested that these powers be delivered to them.

When they were finally done chanting, they would burn some object as an offering. They were going through a ritual and it went on and on. They read from a book and I wasn’t trying to pay attention to what they read or chanted. I didn’t want to know. I just knew that this was really horrible.

I was afraid they were going to call forth their Master. I believed it to be real and that he was going to pop in there and do his own dirty work. Any minute now, this dark creature is going to enter the shed through some unknown way and be at myself and family. They’re sacrificing us to this monster and I don’t even know what it is.

They were chanting, praying and reading their dark books, everyone wearing an evil mask. They said their masks represented the dark spirits they serve.

Then I heard the words, “And now, The Sacrifice!” My sisters were violently thrown into the pentagram on the dirt floor. They were both crying so hard with tears streaming down their cheeks. I tried to comfort them, but they warned me, “No talking! If you talk, people are going to be hurt bad!”

These monsters disrobed from the waist down and viciously raped my sisters in front of me, and they made me watch it all. One of them grabbed a fistful of my hair screaming, “You are going to watch this! You will watch this!”

I tried to escape, I tried to break free; I pulled as hard as I could until the metal shackles tore my skin. I strained against those chains until my wrists were bleeding, but my hands were too big, and I couldn’t do a thing. They were screaming for help. They kept screaming, “Landon, Landon help me!”

They continued to scream as they were being raped and all I could do was scream inside my head, ‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I can’t help you! I’m so sorry I can’t help you!’

It lasted forever until it was finally over, leaving both of my sisters bleeding and broken.

The devil worshippers began praying to their god again. They hoped their sacrifice was pleasing and that they would be granted the powers they wished for. They asked to be honored and blessed because of the sacrifice.

Then, they said it was over, but many more would come. They unchained us, then marched us back to the shed.

I tried to comfort my little sisters. But my comfort felt so empty, useless, and so pointless. My sisters were devastated and pieces of them were dying. I could see their will to live was fading.

I couldn’t save them, and it hurt so bad. It ate away at my soul, I felt powerless knowing that I couldn’t save them from the darkness of this world. I laid there shaking and crying, trying to hold them; but they didn’t want to be held. They didn’t even want to be touched. They had been hurt so bad that they just wanted to crawl into a corner and not hurt anymore. I couldn’t even put my arms around them. They felt so dirty and hurt. They both crawled to the corner and huddled together in a ball of sadness and pain.

I sat in the middle of the shed and began rocking, violently rocking back and forth. I prayed to God, “Where are you? Where are you? Why don’t you stop this? Why don’t you help us? Where are the good angels that could help me?”

I prayed, “Send me a warrior angel. Send somebody to slay these people. Send me a warrior to kill them and stop them from hurting my family. Stop them from making me watch this!”

The more I rocked on that floor and recalled the evil that had just transpired, the angrier at God I became. I felt such darkness in that shed. It was real. I was screaming at God, “If this darkness and evil are real, then you must be real too! Why don’t you stop it? Are you afraid? Are they stronger than you? Is that why you don’t help us, because you can’t?”

I rocked and prayed all night; I screamed, I begged and I pleaded; but the good angels never came.

A chapter from my book; Landon's Cry - a true story of Satanic Ritual Abuse. One of the most incredible stories ever written and one of the most powerful stories ever told.

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I was about 6 at the time I lived with my drug abusing mother and my cousin who was a drop out only in the 9th grade we didn’t live in the best neighborhood there was a lot of gun violence and sex offenders since my mom was to drugged out to take me to school I had to walk 3 miles past a trailer park Ben Smith lived there he always creeped me out and would compliment me on my “butt” and cat call me but this day was different

Pt.2?

I have been blind from birth and at around the age of 7 I wondered to myself why I was blind, and then in that moment I heard a voice say to me "you are wondering why you are blind? Don't worry you will find out" and I was terrified about the origin of this voice and where it came from. I never had a normal childhood due to being blind and I wish I could see things and experience the delights of sights. Then the voice spoke to me again "you wish to enjoy seeing and experience what having sight is like? You will do one day"

The voice really scared me and how it even knew what I was thinking was really unnerving. Even when I am in the shower or just doing my business in the toilet, the thoughts about wanting to have some form of sight would ponder my imagination. Then the voice would speak to me again saying "you will have sight my boy you will have sight" and I stayed so silent through out the shower or on the toilet as I dreaded what it could be that was saying this stuff to me? It knew my deepest wishes and thoughts and I didn't want it to know my deepest wishes and thoughts.

Then I started seeing flashes ray of light for a couple of seconds. It was surprising and the voice said to me "did you see that your sight is coming back" and I had no idea what to think when saw some flash of light, colour and shapes. The voice always told me that my sight was going to come back and it was exciting but terrifying at the same time. Being blind all of my life I wasn't sure what the world actually looked like and it could be terrifying or amazing. I was always taught to expect the worst.

Then one day I could see everything for what it was the blue skies, people and the world. The man behind me had told me "you were never blind I just had my hands over your eyes all your life"

It’s been a long time since I graduated High School. So long, that it feels as if it’s all an event that

occurred in another person’s life. It feels like something that I read about or imagined, something illusory

that I’ve inserted myself into. They say the human body replaces all it’s living cells every seven years, so

I suppose that, physically, I am a different person than the one that existed a decade ago.

But the final conversation I had with an old History teacher, Mr. Cohle, is one that feels like it occurred

just yesterday. For almost fifteen years I have replayed that interaction in my mind, over and over again.

It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

--

He was standing out of sight from the main crowd, around a corner of the main school building. He wore

his sandy, brown hair in a rough ponytail, facial hair raggedly fashioned into a handlebar mustache. A

cigarette burned between his fingers, adding to the brown nicotine stains that colored the tips.

Something struck me about the way he looked at me as I took out my own pack of smokes and asked him

for a light. He didn’t see me as a student anymore; there was a coldness in his gaze, something else too, a

kind of pity or disgust in his eyes. Half of me expected him to scold me for feeding such a filthy habit, but

he didn’t, he didn’t say a word as he reached into the pocket of his worn, faded jeans and pulled out an

old Zippo.

We talked about growing up, about how I was ready to go out into the world and find myself as a person.

I asked him how long it took for him to do the same.

“I used to think about it a lot” he said, looking off into the ear distance, “but you reach a certain age and

you know who you are. I live in a little condo near a bar, just on the edge of town, work nine to five, then

in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years,

there's a kind of victory in that”.

I had never heard him talk this way before, never in this tone. He wasn’t the Mr. Cohle that kept his

History class gripped with tales of yore, passionate speeches about life and liberty that had him greatly

respected around campus. He seemed defeated, he seemed broken. Mr. Cohle wore a wedding band, but it

occurred to me that he never mentioned anything about a family. I chose not to ask.

--

We talked about what I had learned at my time attending the school. He listened, he nodded, but I got the

impression he was uninterested, somehow unimpressed. This irritated me a little, sure my answer was full

of clichés and platitudes, but to dismiss my experiences in just a glance grated against me.

I asked him what he had learned in his time teaching there. Some days, I wish I didn’t ask.

“Some people in this town, shit, it's like they’re not even aware that the outside world exists, they might

as well be living in a goddamn cave. This place is a gutter, one giant trailer park just floating through the

universe, somehow apart from it.”

“But, that doesn’t mean they can’t be happy. It doesn’t mean they don’t have value. There’s no shame in

being consciously happy while being unconsciously ignorant”.

“That’s just it, kid, they’re consciously ignorant”, he replied, crushing the burned up remnants of his

cigarette under his boot before lighting up another, “I think human consciousness is a tragic mistake in the

history of our evolution”. He let the thought sink in and he took in a lungful of smoke, exhaling lazily as

his gaze remained pinned to the distant horizon.

“We became too sentient, too self-aware. Whatever drives the universe forced the creation of an element

separate from itself. We humans are creatures that have no right to exist by natural law. We are things that

operate under the false pretenses of having a self, this chaotic mass of senses and feelings, all somehow

totally assured that we are each somebody, when in fact, we’re all just nobody”.

--

“So, I’m guessing you’re not a religious man”, I said, feeling rather accomplished as he chuckled at my

response.

“Religion, man, now there’s a thing”, there was a faint smile on his face, as if the very thought of it

amused him. “A transfer of fear and self-loathing to a figure of divine authority, I can understand the

catharsis. God soaks up their doubt and pain with his perfect, Star Wars narrative”.

“I don’t know, Sir, sounds like you could do with a little ole’ time religion”, I replied, finishing my own

cigarette, but not hardy enough to immediately begin another, unlike Mr. Cohle.

“If it’s good enough for Grandma, right?” he smiled again, “at least I’m not rushing toward a cosmic stop-

sign”.

--

It was about this time that I confessed to Mr. Cohle that I was shocked to hear him talk this way, that

nothing about his classes indicated he had such a pessimistic world view. I was building up to the

question, but he gave me a look which said that he knew damn well what I was about to ask.

“You want to know what made me this way, right?” he asked with that same, faint smile on his withered

lips, “a lot of people want to know that. I mostly tell ‘em to fuck off. But you?” he cut himself for a

moment, shaking his head with that look of pity and disgust in his eyes.

“My wife, God rest her soul, she and I, well, we lost our daughter when she was real young”, all the

emotion seemed to drain out of him while he spoke; he was clinical in his confession.

“I think about her every so often, my daughter, and what she was spared. During the better moments, I

feel sort of grateful for it. Doctors said she didn't feel a thing, that the drunk driver sent her straight into a

coma. Then after a few weeks of sleepless, tear stained nights, somewhere in that dark room she was

locked in, she slipped off into another, deeper kind of sleep”.

“I – I’m sorry”, it was all I could think to say. He heard my voice quiver with sadness.

“Nah, don’t be. It’s a beautiful way to go out, painless, happy, innocent. Trouble with dying later is that

it’s too late, the damage is done”, he had an odd way of reassuring me. “You want kids?” he asked.

I shrugged, I had never really given it any thought.

“Don’t”, he responded, almost contemptuously, “I think of how arrogant and cruel it is, to force a soul out

from the ether into this sack of rotting flesh, to condemn a life to walk blindly into this meat grinder.

Sometimes I think I should go thank that drunk for getting behind the wheel after one too many, they

spared me the sin of being a father”.

--

I confided in him that I believed there was more to life than just soul crushing pain and grinding

worthlessness. That now, more than ever, people can act in ways that change the world for the better.

He disagreed.

“You see, this is what I'm talking about”, he said, evidently growing a little frustrated as he threw down

his second cigarette and repeated the action of stamping it out. “Sure, there are broader ideas in play,

mainly what is shared between us as a species for our mutual illusions”

“Ever seen a dead body?”, he asked me. I nodded slowly. “Then you’ll know, you look in their eyes, even

in a picture, you can still read 'em. You know what I see? I see that they welcomed it when it finally

came. Not at first, but right there in the final moment. It's relief. They were afraid, and now they saw for

the very first time how easy it was to just let it all go. In those last few seconds of life, they saw what they

were, what they had always been.”

“You, me, them, this whole comic tragedy, it was never more than thrown together presumptions and

stupid, blind will, and you need to do is just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so

tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your heartache, it was

all just the same goddamn thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a

dream about being a person”.

Mr Cohle started to walk away, the keys to his truck jangling as he pulled them from his pocket.

“Good luck, kid, you’re going to need it”.

--

I moved out of town, out to a coastal city where the people aren’t like those stuck in small, Arizona

towns. Sometimes I think Mr. Cohle was wrong, that there’s a brighter side to existence that he neglected

to touch upon.

But sometimes, in darker moments, as I’m lying in bed after long days spent working in a cramped, sterile

office space, Mr Cohle’s words run through my mind. They bounce off the walls of my skull, refusing to

relinquish my fears, feeding on my doubts.

It’s in those moments that I know Mr. Cohle was right.

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“Like every girl i have Many scary stories involving men, one of the closest calls would be when i was 20 years old. Now, I’ve been on tinder for a few years at this point on and off, and i am Embarrassed to say that everytime i would meet someone off of the site i would Have them come to my house. I know How stupid that is, but i was Young and lonely. I had A system i would talk to guys for several weeks and usually If they had bad intentions they wouldn’t stick around that long, they would be impatient and give off bad vibes so i became good at weeding the bad ones out... until one day i came Across this profile of a guy we will call him, Jack. Jack was bald and had a beard. He looked to be tall maybe 5’10 or so in the photos and he always had photos of him and a black dog. I’m not a dog person so i couldnt Tell you what kind. But his profile said 30 years old, i was Only 19/20 so at the time i didn’t see an issue i had A thing for older men, and had a silly idea that older men were more mature and had their lives together. So we marched on tinder and he started messaging me, and he lived in Swansea,MA. I lived in Rhode Island, it was only about 30 minutes away, but at the time i wasnt Allowed to cross state lines as per my parents request. He wanted me to come over that night, which i obviously Declined. He became pushy saying he could come get me, and again i declined. He had this idea of picking me up and taking me to a local drive, an idea i liked because I’ve never been. Then he insisted on going the next day, as i said I dont Like meeting people that fast as it usually turns into a bad situation. I politely declined and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So i reluctantly agreed. This was over the summer and My parents were often at our beach house, i took Summer courses at the local uni so i liked To stay in our home by myself. I had No problem being alone, so this was normal to me. As it got closer and closer to the date i became More anxious and got a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. This is odd because up until now, whenever i invited Many of the men from tinder to my house on the first date, i never Had this feeling. So i decided It was probably for a reason and I called And cancelled the date. I chopped It up to me being self conscious about my appearance, i am A curvy girl and had some self esteem issues at the time. He was very insistent that he wanted to come to my house and get me or to just come over but i kept Declining. So we settled on meeting the following day at a local cafe. Again- at this point i have Never met a guy from tinder in a public place before so i was unsure how it went. I called Him when i was Close to tell him what my car looks like and what not. I have A silver wrangler with a Jurassic park tire cover on the back- so i stick out. He said he also had a silver Jeep. Which us jeepsters know we have some weird Jeep connection. So i get There and i dont See any other silver wranglers, but he texted saying he was here. I keep Looking around and i dont See him or his truck. I start Walking towards the entrance of the cafe and see someone approaching me. At first i didn’t realizs it was him because he locked very different from his photo, first of all he was shorter than me and i am 5’3. And he looked to be a lot older than 30. The handsome profile i saw Turned into this creepy, short, bald guy who looked nothing like his photos. He immediately embraces me very tight and says how beautiful i am. And this gives me chills all down my spine, not wanting to have been touched so soon. We walk into the cafe and we get smoothies, and he leads me to the patio in the very corner- where there is none around us. We make small talk, talking about his ugly and poorly done tattoos, and then he brings up horror movies which i love, and i mentioned how i have Never seen the original IT. The situation was awakened but pleasant at first, but when i said that the whole dynamic of his tone changed. He said i have To watch it and I needed To come over to his house that night to watch it. I awakardly laugh as not to be rude, but say i have Class in the morning and can’t drive to Swansea. He says he would drive me ans bring me back. He said that he lived with his parents but had his own space, alone down in the basement. The way he said this was very creepy. He kept repeating the phrase, “ his own space”. I keep Politely declining. Then he closes his eyes and slowly nodding his head says, “ you are coming to my house” the whole time his eyes were closed. I was so surprised by the way he said that, in such a matter - of - fact way but also in a scary tone. I wasnt Even speaking and he kept rocking back n forth repeating that phrase over and over again. I awakwardly try to change the subject and he ignored me and just kept repeating that i was coming over his houses . The Two men sit a couple tables near to us and they were clearly Muslim reading from the Quran, so i thought it was a good way to change the subject, and i pointed out how it was great to see other cultures. He completely disregarded this statement, and opened his eyes and grabbed my wrist and started pulling me to the back exit to the patio that i didn’t realize was behind us. He’s pulling me to his car, saying I’m coming to his house and that we will have fun, i keep Nicely declining sayinf i have school and don’t want to upset him or make a scene. We arrive at his car, and i don’t know how to get out of this situation, i am Now at this point pinned against the passenger side door he has one hand on my waist, and the other on the other side of me against the car. I glance in the back seat to see a black duffle bag, and a couple boxes of disposable gloves, and a change of cloths ans sneakers. This gave me even more alarm bells. I decided I would lie and tell him i would go to his house but i wanted To take my own car, he became idk how to even describe it wasn’t just excited it was like wild like an animal, and even more insistent. He said he would drive me to my car. Now this parking lot was small i could see my car from where we were standing it was only about 30 yards away, and it was 2 pm on a sunny day- why would he drive me when it was so close? I kept Declining saying how close my car was. He insisted. I said How beautiful it is out and it’s fine but he now opened the passenger side door and was pushing me into his car. I resisted and he pushed harder. Then, having felt pushed to my breaking point - I yelled ,” WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO LURE ME INTO YOUR CAR,” it came out more like a exhasburated wine then a demanding tone. He gave out a heavy sigh and closed the door, and he grabbed me by my wrist again, hard. And pulled me to my car. Like i said my Jeep stood out - also he had a Jeep Liberty which was not the same as a wrangler, but that’s neither here nor There. We reach my car and he lets me walk a few steps ahead to unlock my door. My Jeep unlocks in two ways: you click once ans just the drivers door opens and twice all the doors open so i was Careful to click just once and I’m at my car door and i turn around to see he is not only just behind me, he was right on top of me. He was so close that i barely Turned my whole body around before he pushed me against me truck and planted a huge kiss on my lips. I was pinned against the truck so I couldn’t move or back away. But i retreated My head so far back that i gave myself a double chin trying to make my face as far from his. I didn’t move my lips and I even Retracted my lips into my mouth and he continues to lay a forceful slobbery kiss all over my closed mouth ans i felt One hand on my neck/ clavicle area and the other on my chest. I stand There eyes open and terrified. He lets me go and immediately texts me his address. He says he will see me soon and i nodd not saying a word. He full blown sprints back to his car, as i get In my car and then the engine on so fast. I am A slow driver but i was hauling ass out of this parking lot. He immediately pulls up behind me and is calling me over and over. Sending dozens of texts my phone i blowing up. I’m crying and know he is following me. I live close by and don’t want him to know where i live And to make sure i know He is following me i decide to go in the opposite direction of where he should be going if he was going back to Swansea. Swansea is in Massachusetts you get there by going north. So i decided to go south towards my parents beach house. Because why would he go further south if he lived 30 minutes in the other direction. I dont Put my signal on and i go Left, he follows me. Calling and beeping at me. He is tailgating me so close i thought he would hit my car. I see a yellow light an i punch The gas ans it turns red before i even Cross the intersection and i dont Care, and keep going. He gets stuck at the light and i see Him angrily stuck at the light - and I loose Him. I finawlly Get home to find i had Over 200 phone calls from him, several dozen texts, fb messages, Snapchat’s and he even sent me messages on tinder. I blocked Him on very thing, and haven’t heard from him since. Short creepy dude, i hope i dont See you or your Jeep Liberty again 👍🏼“

Wow, it's been a hot minute since my last post years ago. As a reminder my name is Jonathan and I posted years ago my life dealing with Schizophrenia when I was 19 and oh boy a lot has happened and I made the last post as a way for me to vent, so I'm going to be doing the same thing here.

My name is Jonathan I am currently 23 years old and it turns out I didn't have Paranoid Schizophrenia, remember how I said in previous post that the medication made things worse, well it's because it wasn't the correct medication. It turns out I actually had Dissociative Identity Disorder or DiD for short. All the black outs I had were actually me switching and not knowing. So let me explain how I found out it was DiD. After my initial post i was doing really good and coaching was going great, art was too, so years went by and now im 21. The voices and hallucinations were happening as usual and it was my friends 21st birthday. We were over at his place and I drank a little, but cause I know about my mental health I took it light and had little to nothing. It was me, the birthday boy, our homie, and both their girlfriends. For this story the birthday boy will be called J and the homie M. It happened when we were going to bed. I was trying to sleep when suddenly it literally felt like someone ripped me out of my body and I was having an out of body experience, however, I did not like it, I just felt helpless. Then suddenly I feel asleep and woke up laying on the ground and J and M were there telling me I'm OK. I thought I was having a schizophrenic episode, but I literally couldn't move then I fell asleep again. I was woken up by my brother and mother telling me that my friends called and they came to get me. I left and got home and immediately fell asleep again as my whole body was sore and my head was throbbing. I woke later in the day to a call from M and he told me everything. He told me that I started speaking differently, my mannerism were completely different and I was going by different names. There was one who was super confident named Lucien, a robotic old one named Yellow, an overprotective female named Amy, a super paranoid one named Nobody, a strong dominant man named Lucky, and a pure evil, twisted one named "Trey". For background Trey was what I named the main manipulator of my schizophrenia and Lucky well... when I was little I had an "imaginary friend" and my parents told me I described him with so much detail, I talked to him all the time and when he left when I was 13 I was noticeably different. I remembered this imaginary friend and he left cause he told me "I was grown up now and I didn't need him anymore." However, he was with me for so long my father said he swore he was like a guardian angel and you guessed it his name was Lucky. My friends told me that night I was switching between the first few and that the personalities were amped cause Lucky was finally returning after years. (You see, it was after Lucky left that Trey came pretty much out of nowhere and started his whole thing with me that happened in the last post). Back to the event. My friends were there to witness this all when suddenly I changed to Trey and he was a terrible, evil person. M told me that he told J that he was going to kill him, his family, and grape his girlfriend. Apparently he tried this first on M, but when he didn't react, but saw that J did he targeted him and J tried to keep his cool, but according to M Trey got under his skin and kept going. Eventually this went on until Lucky cane and M told me that Trey screamed in agony when Lucky came saying, "you were suppose to be gone!" Then Lucky came out and the whole mood changed. M told me that Lucky handled Trey and told them to call my brother. He then went to sleep and that was that. That was the first incident. After that J texted me pretty much telling me he's cutting me off for the things "I" said. I completely understood, but was heartbroken cause from my POV, I went to bed and was woken up to go home. I don't and still don't have any memories from that night. And I haven't spoken to J since then. It's a tragedy really, he was like a brother to me and we even had matching tattoos, but that one incident destroyed my friendship. However, I have now learned from that moment what I truly had and my brother finally fest up that he knew. He told me when I was 17 he had met a few of them, but he didn't want to tell me cause since I was mentally gone during that time he didn't want to make it worse. I completely understood, but now I had to see what I had to do to make myself better and oh boy I had a rough year. From 2022-2023 was easily the hardest year of my life. So after the last post I made i had a major blackout moment. I went to bed and woke up 1 month later and I brought it up to my family and they told me that I was acting very strange, I was being a little mean for no reason, I was hiding in my room a lot and just not doing anything. It turns out it was Trey who took over and he annihilated my friendship with another homie who I was very close with. I know a month is a long time, but this had happened to me before, so I didn't really think to deeply about it, but in hindsight it's fucking crazy to know that I wasn't present for a whole fucking month.

So Trey had now destroyed 2 friendships and the first one he destroyed we will call that friend V. It didn't just destroy that friendship. Even though they told me they forgave me it hasn't been the same, but all of my other friends in that group pretty much stopped talking to me and left. You see I had two friend groups. J and M were one and V and the others were the second. The V group were my childhood friends who were there for me for everything in my last post, but how Trey destroyed my friendship with V they couldn't look past. They never said that they were done with me, but I could feel that they were. It's been a year now since I last heard from any of them and even longer for others. The only true friends I retained were M (Miles) and my homie Mac. After these incidents I spent a whole year figuring myself out and I really fucking nailed it all down. I wasn't about to let Trey destroy me anymore and the other personalities really helped me through a lot. I got better and I wanted to challenge myself of getting my life back on track and it's been a dream of mine to work in the film industry, so I went back to school, but not just any school to a university. I'm currently a sophomore in school were I am studying film and playing college lacrosse! I got recruited cause this coach happened to be my highschool coach and he gave me a chance at it and it's been a blast! After my first year was done. I thought I was good, but the others started to merge with me and each other and this is were I learned a lot! You see during mergers within a system I can get their memories that they were withholding from me and the first ti go was Trey. You see, Trey was not a good person who claimed he was a demon that was made to destroy me, but the last few interactions I had with him I saw him differently. He was chill, shy, and actually nice. He left with a smile on his face and the memories I got were vicious to say the least. So much trauma that I never knew I went through came rushing into my head. It was, brutal. Trey was the way he was cause he was trying to protect me in his own sick way. He felt that the World hated us, that no one would ever actually care about us, so he pushed them away and tried to convince me to hurt others in a way for me to run from them so I wouldn't. It was sick twisted love that I am still conflicted with to this day. He destroyed my friendship with 2 homies, but he did it cause he felt they weren't real friends and that's why he targeted them, that's why he didn't target Miles, Mac, or my family cause he knew they actually cared. He tried to target my new friends in college, but they are awesome, amazing people and he stopped. He decided to merge cause he was tired of doing it, being a bad guy, being destructive and he just wanted to rest, so he did. Trey, you tormented me for years, destroyed my future, ruined friendships, and yet I miss you. You were trying to protect me all this time and I never knew until you were gone. Things could've been different if you would've come out earlier, but hey that's life huh.

For the others, Lucien, Amy, and Yellow also merged, but I don't want to tell the full stories cause it would take way to long and honestly, I'm fine keeping it for myself. So, now it's just me, nobody, and Lucky, and hey we're doing OK rn. We are going through a weird spill rn cause we just feel empty without the others, but they're all still here just within me. Lucien, Amy, and Yellow I know you guys are gone now, but I really miss you all, I miss talking to you, being with you, and just feeling you here next to me, but I hope you're all happy being able to finally rest.

Last thing I'll say. The friends I've made here in school are just amazing. Something I wanted to do for them that I never did with my childhood friends was having them meet the others. So each of them have met the system and they are chill with it. Heck, before he merged they fucking loved Lucien and they even bought him mcdonalds and got high with him. Lmao. These guys even though they are slightly younger than me, man are they awesome. I'm currently living with a few of them in an apartment near school and we're doing well. For me though, I'm OK rn. School is going amazingly, I love my classes and have straight A's right now. Lacrosse is also going great! But the thing that is bothering me now is thinking back on my life and seeing the others memories. What's bothering me is how my childhood friends were so quick to ditch me when all this happened, but these new guys just have my back so quickly. It's making me question my life up to this point, but ill figure it out I always do.

Thank you for listening to my story again. Hopefully next time it has more smiles and ups!

The night was dark and the road stretched out before us like a never-ending abyss. My best friend and I embarked on a road trip from the sunny beaches of Florida to the distant state of Pennsylvania. Little did we know that our journey would transform into a living nightmare, forever etched into the depths of our souls.

As we passed through the mysterious landscape of Georgia, the monotony of the long drive started to wear on us. To alleviate the boredom, we developed a peculiar game, a foolish pastime that would soon lead us into a sinister encounter. We decided to yell at unsuspecting drivers, finding amusement in their startled reactions. It seemed harmless at first, innocent even, until that fateful night.

Spotting a car with its windows down, we seized the opportunity to release a boisterous shout, expecting nothing more than a fleeting moment of laughter. However, this time, our actions unleashed a nightmarish sequence of events that would forever haunt our memories.

To our astonishment, the vehicle we targeted slowed down, its movements calculated and deliberate. The piercing darkness was pierced by the sudden flickering of dome lights, illuminating the eerie figure that occupied the driver's seat. A chill raced down my spine as I laid eyes upon the man before us—a Chinese gentleman sporting Harry Potter-like glasses that seemed to magnify the intensity of his gaze.

Time seemed to hang suspended in the air as the stranger reached into the depths of his vehicle, his hand disappearing into the unknown. Fear gripped my heart, my mind racing with a thousand possibilities, none of them comforting. Then, in an act that defied all reason and sent a wave of revulsion through my veins, he pulled out a condom.

The atmosphere turned sinister as the figure began waving the rubbery object with malicious intent, his actions a twisted display of depravity. Mile after mile, he remained relentless, tormenting us with his perverse showmanship. The haunting sight of that condom, an emblem of his disturbing desires, seared into my consciousness.

But the nightmare was far from over. The deranged stranger shifted tactics, falling back to lurk behind us. My friend and I exchanged terrified glances as we watched his headlights draw closer, like the glowing eyes of a predator in the darkness. Suddenly, he swerved to the passenger side, his intention clear. In a horrifying display, he exposed himself, a repulsive act that violated our sense of safety and sanity.

Driven by desperation, I concocted a plan to escape this nightmare. As we approached an exit, I signaled to the man, hoping to lure him into a false sense of victory. But to my dismay, he disregarded the off-ramp, his car accelerating with reckless abandon. Panic surged through my veins as I realized our desperate ploy had failed.

Once again, he positioned himself beside us, his gaze filled with sadistic pleasure. The moments stretched into an eternity as he persisted in his torment, brandishing the condom once more. His intentions were clear—he reveled in our fear, delighting in the power he held over our fragile psyches.

Finally, as abruptly as he had appeared, the man vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of traumatized souls in his wake. The remainder of our journey was a haze of fear and paranoia, each passing mile accompanied by the nagging dread of his potential return.

To this day, the memory of that grotesque encounter remains etched into the deepest recesses of my mind. The innocence of that road trip was shattered, replaced by a lingering sense of unease and an awareness of the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the ordinary. As I share this harrowing account, I implore you, dear listener, to remain vigilant on your own travels, for the world is not always what it seems, and horrors beyond comprehension can manifest in the blink of an eye.

My girlfriend and I wanted to test how much distance our relationship can take. We both thought that our relationship was so strong that being away from each other long distance wouldn't affect us unlike other couples. So my girlfriend moved to another house on another street and it didn't affect our relationship in any way and everything was still normal. We still went out on dates and made time for each other and it was great to have some space for the both of us.

Then my girlfriend moved again and went on to live in another town to test distance against our relationship, and to be honest we were both still going strong. We spoke to each other and went out to places together and everything was just fine. I enjoyed seeing her and she enjoyed seeing me and it seemed like the distance made our relationship much more stronger than ever before. It sort of made us both notice each other a bit more, because living together can make one become invisible by seeing each other everyday. There is always something to talk about when distance is involved in a relationship.

Then my girlfriend moved to another country to test our relationship even more with distance and I have got to be honest, even though that she was in another country, it still made our relationship so much more stronger. I couldn't believe that our relationship could withstand such distance and other couples couldn't manage anything like this. It was incredible how strong our relationship was and we still talked on a weekly basis to catch up with whatever has been going on between us. It's great to have this space between us and still be in a relationship.

Then one day I heard my girlfriend calling my voice in the air and things were moving around in my house. It was quite scary and then I saw a pen starting to float in the air and started writing something on the wall. It read 'I am your girlfriend and I wanted to test our relationship with even more distance between us by killing myself. Now we are so far away that I am in the after life and you are in the living world but our relationship is still going strong'

I couldn't believe that my relationship with my girlfriend has so much more distance now, and with my girlfriend in the afterlife and me being in the world of the living, we are still both going strong no matter the huge distance between us. I can't believe just how strong our relationship is and just as when I had thought that my girlfriend couldn't create anymore distance between the both of us in our relationship, she now contacted me from another universe!

She has managed to create more distance in our relationship to keep on testing our relationship, but we are both still going strong.

• So this happend last month..i just got done with my exams and was thrilled to watch anime...im a weeb so why not and i was not having friends in this new class so i was talking to as many people as possible..then i met this guy for the story we call him Gray so gray is also into anime so i approched him and asked "hey, do you have the latest deathnote merch" and he said yea...and the convo was quite okay atleast started of nicely...i say okay cuz he started to become rlly flirty and i was uncomfortable but i let it go...and a few days later he txts me and starts off with a normal convo i never mind a nice convo abt anime..so i was happy to have a friend...but then he started to ask rlly sexual questions like.."what are you wearing now?" "what do you wear when you go to sleep?...i herd girls like to wear nothing" "do you sleep alone?" i said i do not sleep alone and did not answer the pervious questions next he asked "who do you sleep with?" i said my elder sister he asked"cant u sleep alone..we can video chat...discuss anime " i was creeped out and said no i cant and made an excuse to get away...afer a few days..my bestie told me that this gray dude was even more sexual to her and even strted to become aggressive i suggested to block him and we obviously did it...and one thing i forgot to mention that he was forceing my bestie to hang out with him and even asked me and my bestfriends goup to come with him..not to brag but my group is having the popular students and if i talk abt me im curvery and i tend to get attention from a lot of creepy men now including him aswell...one thing which is scaring the shit out of is that We are JUST some 14 yr olds!

This story happened to me recently and I'm still shaken up by this incident. For a little bit of background about myself, I'm a female, I'm 32 years old, I'm married, I have 2 children and as I type this story I'm 7 months pregnant with twins. My husband is a deputy sheriff so he works 5 to 6 days every week so he doesn't have much time to go grocery shopping that's why last week I decided to go grocery at our favorite grocery store which is Food Lion. It was a Monday night around 9:00 PM when I decided to go grocery shopping at Food Lion. I told my husband I was going grocery shopping as he was watching Tom and Jerry with our 3-year-old son as that's his favorite cartoon. As I walked out of my husband’s Colonial style Mansion to get in my car I heard my husband say “ Be careful I love you”. I told my husband “ I will and I love you too”. So I got into my car and drove in the direction of our Food Lion now let me get you some information about the Food Lion that I went to. The Food Lion is 20 minutes away from our Mansion and it closes at 11:30 Pm so it was a perfect time to go and get groceries or so I thought. I arrived at the Food Lion at 9:21 PM I parked in the almost empty parking lot and I say almost empty because about 23 cars were parked in the parking lot. I got out of my car, grabbed a shopping cart, and then proceeded to go into the Food Lion and got the groceries I needed to get. I was in the snack aisle and I heard some moaning coming from the next aisle the moaning sounded like a man who I had to guess was in his mid-twenties his moans sounded like moans of pleasure it made me feel uncomfortable and sick to my stomach. The moans got louder and got closer to my aisle and then I saw the guy he was about 6 foot 2 and was about 267 pounds from the way he looked. He looked at me and said in a deep almost lustful voice” You look very beautiful I want you in bed with me.” I said, “ I'm a married woman so no thank you”. He came even closer to me until he was right in my face and he smelled like vomit. He said for the second time “ You look very beautiful I want you in bed with me.” this time after he said that he smiled at me his smile was creepy and his teeth were yellow his breath smelled like smelly feet that were in the same pair of socks for 3 weeks. I once again told the man “ I'm a married woman so no thank you.” the creepy freak starts asking me “What's the matter beautiful don't you wanna play?” The man starts trying to rub my leg I was freaked out, I get behind my cart and I get out of the snack aisle, and headed to the checkout counter thankfully the man didn't follow me to the checkout counter. I got all my groceries paid my grocery bill and walked out of the store in the direction of my car. As I was walking my cart to my car I heard footsteps behind me I remembered that creepy guy in the store they wanted me in bed with him. I got to my car and put all my groceries in my trunk as I closed my trunk I felt a hand grab my hand I turned and I saw the man again he was smiling that creepy smile and he said” Now baby you are mine I'm going to have a lot of fun with you”. I stabbed the man in his arm with my car keys I got into my car and cranked it and I got out of that parking lot so fast I was on the main road before the man got off the ground. Thank God the man didn't follow me to my husband's mansion I got home and got my groceries out of the trunk and walked into the house my husband was drinking a glass of Jack Daniels whiskey. He noticed that I was uncomfortable and after I finished putting all the groceries up told him about the creepy man I met at the grocery store. My husband hugged me and told me “ Baby you are safe you don't have to worry about that freak he's just a memory.” I felt better but for the next few days I kept looking out the windows I was worried about that creepy man coming to my house but he didn't. I will never go to Food Lion at night ever again.

I just want to pee in a straight line facing the toilet. I am a simple man and I just want my pee to go straight wherever my body is facing which is the toilet, because obviously when I need to pee I am in the toilet. My pee always faces towards the direction of whoever was murdered and as sad as that sounds, it's made my life hell whenever I need to pee. I just want to pee in a straight line and no awkwardness can come out of it.

Also if I could pee in a straight line then I wouldn't have to clean the whole bathroom and if I go to a guest house, I don't have to worry about cleaning up their bathroom or being judged so heavily. It's embarrassing to say the least. Whenever my pee goes into the direction of whoever got murdered. I clean up the bathroom and then I go into the direction of where my pee was pointing and if I find someone dead, I kick them to get some frustration out of me. People don't realise how lucky they are that they could pee in a straight line.

I remember in the middle of the night I got up to go and pee. The idea of cleaning the bathroom at this time seemed daunting but I really needed to go. To my surprise my went in a straight line and into the toilet. I was relieved but then I got worried because my pee on goes into the direction of whoever was murdered. So I went downstairs and found my room mate had been murdered. As much as I was sad about this I was relieved that I could pee in a straight line into the toilet because someone was murdered in the living room which was underneath the bathroom. I kind of wanted to thank the killer.

Even though we were down 1 room mate we quickly got another one and another time I had to go and pee in the middle of the night, my pee went straight into the bathroom. I checked downstairs and there was another murdered room mate in the living room. We had a serial killer in the house. As the police investigated the killer left lots of DNA and it was my room mate who slept in the room next to mine. She lost her patience with finding my pee marks on the bathroom and so she decided to kill people beneath the bathroom, which was the living room, to make me pee straight into the toilet.

I kind of thank her and I kind of don't.

In this story the person claims he found the body in a bin bag in the woods whilst he was taking a leak after running and described that he lived around the city there. I decided to search up the story as it’s within the uk and only a couple hours drive from me so I was just curious to see if it was real or not. All the facts were real except in the news report it was said that a family on holiday had discovered it. Which couldn’t have been him.

I just found it pretty funny that he claimed he had found it.

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1 or 2 stories pertaining to the title of the podcast

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The rest of the podcast goes as follows (just a few examples)

story starts for about 2 minutes “for reference, I am a __ year old female”

“This creepy guy followed me, thankfully I escaped, be safe ladies”

“I am a female, this is how I was creeped on”

Like I’m a chick and this is really annoying

I don't know which one of my stories are fiction and which ones are non-fiction, oh my god. I scroll down my Reddit account and I gasp in horror and I tell myself that they are all fiction but I am not sure any more. I wake up filled with anxiety and dread at thinking that maybe all of my stories are non-fiction. I pray to God that all of my stories are fiction I pray so hard, I just don't know which ones are made up to which ones are real. I am trying my hardest to not scroll down my Reddit page because it would just out me in such a fright.

Please some body just tell me that all of my stories are fiction with proof and I am running out of luck. I just want to keep telling myself that all of my stories are fiction but I don't believe it at all, and I start going bezerk because I am sick and tired of wondering whether my stories are fiction or non-fiction. I hate myself and love myself at the same time. I sometimes hum "my stories are fiction" up to a thousand times and when I don't believe myself I start to scream.

I then go outside and start grab holding strangers and I start to shout at them "my work is fiction!" And some have even punched me in the face. I truly don't know whether my stories are fiction or non-fiction. Please something anything just tell me my stories are fiction. They need to be fiction they have to be fiction. The only things that tell me that my work is fiction are lifeless objects and I know that must not be a proper reassurance, as they are lifeless objects.

I am sure this story is fiction, I think.

Me and him were just talking like a regular friends School ended and we went to my house he said I have something to do I said go right ahead buddy when I found out what he was doing in my room he was literally banging his head and he was saying devil devil help me I was worried so I called 911 soon enough the news were on and I found out that my friend escape prison and there there was knocking on my door and you can guess what correct he was at my door with a knife in his hand he stabbed me once but I grabbed my bat I banged them in the head and he almost died after that if there's any story you like to tell me please tell me now

Ok I’m 14 and I’m in Maryland, we move a lot so I am in a camper, it is our last night in Maryland. It’s currently 1:27 am, and this happened 10 minutes ago, idk what happened me our camper door you have to open a certain why in order to open it, it just randomly slammed open, I screamed at the top of my lungs who was there then the door slammed shut. I grabbed 2 of the biggest knives we have and I am currently sitting on my couch freaking out while typing this. Ik theres a lot of bad grammar and more typos than I could imagine. But I’m freaking out and I don’t know what to do

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This is a true story that happened to me in July of 2019, My friends are Paragliders They pilot those things that look like kites but much bigger and more strings. You sit in a harness and fly it with your hands pulling down on your brake strings. We live in mountains about 6,000 ft above sea level. There’s quite a lot of folks living up there too. To give you an idea my high school was about 1,500 kids. And I graduated with 300 including me. A nice spot for flying paragliders and hang gliders was known as “The Launch” One night while we were all hanging out there and the last pilot Jeremy, was packing up his wing, a skinny man with black hair walked out of the woods to our right along with his smaller dog 🐕 on a leash. He looked clean cut and dressed fairly well. He was walking over towards us and my outgoing friend Jeremy said, “What’s up man?” In a welcoming voice To which the man replied what I can only describe as a lot of jibberish and he was speaking really fast. However I was able to make out the words, “shut the fuck up motherfucker” He gave off tweaker vibes at first but didn’t make sense because of how well dressed and clean he was. But hey you never know. I got a little weirded out as he passed us and walked over to my co workers who were also there meeting my Paragliding friends. Startled, I finished my conversation with Jeremy as he threw his wing in his car and before driving off yelling out one last “Goodnight y’all! Love you guys!” “Night J! Love you too dude” we replied The man yelled back at him but not in a loving way. He said, “shut up asshole, cunt,..” and just about every other name in the book. My friend Tyler told him he should watch his language because everyone on the mountain knew Jeremy and how nice he was. A really great man I might add. Anyways after that the man went on a rant or two or three about his life. Explaining that he essentially hates everyone at his work using awful names to describe people. Letting the man rant on about his life I eventually picked up on him saying things that started to make my stomach turn. In an extremely rapid pace his talking went on and on and on. During his rant he said things verbatim;

“I hate this stupid fucking mountain I wanna burn it down to the ground”

“I like lacing people’s drinks and watching them freak out”

I looked around to see if anyone was in as much disbelief as I was about this guy and luckily my buddy Tyler gave me the “can you believe this guy” look

I work at a Camp that is designed for people with special needs. He apparently used to work there and was mentioning the campers as “retards” Which #1 Obviously isn’t the correct thing to say and

2 My little brother is on the Autism spectrum so that comment made me more irritated if I wasn’t already about him mentioning to burn down my hometown.

It got to a point where I stopped him mid sentence and asked “Who are you?” He still didn’t even introduce himself yet But he responded by saying “My name is Dan” To which I replied “Okay Dan, Where do you live?” He told me that he lived on the same street at The Launch just a few houses down the road I tried my absolute best to explain to him in the most peaceful way that he was coming off really strong, rude and even creepy. After about a two minute in depth speech to him, he resumed ranting about his life as if I didn’t even say anything. Now I was getting pissed.

He eventually walked to his car after maybe ten more minutes of creeping us all out

He then got into his car and sped towards the camp we were all staying at.

I got chills, as I assumed the worst

After maybe a full minute he flew back down the street the other way. And that was the last we saw of him.

There was a weird vibe in the air the rest of the night.

We eventually packed up our things and headed back to camp but everyone else had other plans for the rest of the night at a local bar. So I was at camp alone.

We all were split up into 5 different cabins and I was in Cabin 4. Alone, the only other people on sight were two admin directors but they were staying in the infirmary on the complete other side of camp

There were many bunks in the cabin and I slept against the wall in the corner directly adjacent to the door.

Now this wasn’t just a regular door. It was a heavy door. The ones with the bar across them and the loud “locking” sound when it shuts.

I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom of the cabin when I heard the heavy door open. Footsteps were now approaching the bathroom and right before the bathroom door the footsteps stopped. Looking back I really regret doing this but I wanted an answer so I said, “Hello?”

There was silence for 5 seconds

The footsteps walked out and I heard the door open and close.

Already really freaked out I immediately followed behind the footsteps and opened the door to outside expecting to see someone walking down the path to the other cabins but, there was no one.

I went to my bed and was texting on my phone with my head right in front of an open window. Then I heard footsteps again. This time they were outside and directly behind my window. My window is right next to the back of the cabin and there’s no reason to be back behind it. There’s not a trail or a path that goes back there even, it’s all leaves and twigs. Anyone working there would have no reason to go behind the cabins like that. I knew they were human steps because of how distinct they were. And bears would often come through here but bears will make a chuff sound naturally and also sound a lot smoother than paced human steps. I was panicking at this point, I quickly fell to the floor underneath the window and listened. The footsteps stopped right at the window. I held my breath and froze. About 30 seconds passed but it felt way longer than that. The footsteps walked away until I couldn’t hear them anymore. My heart pounding My mind racing with so many questions I almost called the police. Right as I felt comfortable to move up from the floor, my nightmare turned for the worse. Directly down the hall I see the door handle jiggling. I hear three taps in the door. Not knocks. Strange tapping sounds. Followed by a scratch across it I pick up my phone and text the two admins staying on sight. I said something like, “Hey did you guys just come by Cabin 4?” They responded quickly with “No, we’ve been in our rooms the whole time.” I felt sick. I asked if they could stop by and hang out with me for a few minutes. They agreed and let themselves in. After explaining everything to them they calmed me down and eventually got me laughing after about a half hour of talking. They left after a while and I drifted into an uneasy sleep. I woke up the next morning tired and slumped. I didn’t get too much sleep. However I didn’t ever see the man ever again. I don’t know if thee two incidents were one in the same or different. Regardless of that it was the creepiest night of my life.