Instagram Pedophile

Before I begin this story I want to say at the time of this event I was eleven years old and pretty dumb. Even though I was in all advanced classes and made all A’s and B’s I still wasn’t good with using my head.

Anyway. One day I got a message on Instagram. The man who’s name I later learned was David said “hi.” I didn’t want to talk to this guy so I tried to make it seem like I was a really rude person. We ended up talking for most of the weekend and I found out the was 27 and apparently lived in Nigeria. He’d constantly call me pet names like babe, baby, sweetheart, and once he even called me ‘my love’.

After I told him I was 11 it seemed like he was still trying to hit on me. I still have screenshots of the messages. He had asked me to be his girlfriend and I used every excuse I could think of. I said that I didn’t want to be in a relationship because the age difference would cause too much drama. In reality, I just thought he was a creep. I got a series of messages from David.

David: But I don’t see anything wrong in you

David: I’m not talking drama to you babe

David: I really like you

David: Please try to understand

David: We can make it work babe

David: God has reasons why he allowed us to meet each other

These are the exact messages I received. After a while of talking, I said goodbye and deleted the convo after taking a bunch of screenshots. A few days later I got two messages from him. He was asking me to message him as soon as I saw the messages. I knew he hadn’t gotten the hint so I deleted the messages, blocked, and reported him. I was fairly new to Instagram at this time so I had my friend report him. He ended up reporting David twice.

 

He Drove Me Off the Road

I was a young and naive 19 year old girl working at Circuit City back in 2004. I was the gaming specialist which I loved, I got to test out new games, and often got free swag from the manufacturers.

I loved the job and my coworkers, but some of the customers I could do without. My department was in the back corner of the store, the most secluded spot. I had everything from creepy older married men with sons my age asking me out for coffee and “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do” type of situations, to drunk idiots straight up asking me if I put out. But all of those will never be as bad as Kenneth.

He was around my age and would come into the store nearly every day, or at least every day that I worked. He was taller than me, broad shoulders with dark hair and wore glasses. It started out inoccently enough he would ask my advice on games and controllers, and soon he was asking me out on dates. I would politely turn him down and go about my business. There was something off with him that I just couldn’t put my finger on. He made my skin crawl, but I was always polite and helpful.

I soon started dashing to the warehouse if I spotted him entering the store. But I realized he knew I was at work because he would recognize my truck. It stood out like a sore thumb, it was a 1983 Ford Ranger my Dad and I had painted bright yellow with black racing stripes up the hood. He would ask for me and most of my coworkers knew about the situation so they would say I was on lunch or had gotten a ride home.

One female coworker I didn’t get along with knew I didn’t want him to have my phone numbers. She helped him out one day and gave him both my house and cell phone numbers, She was later fired for doing this. He started calling me at all hours, at both home which I still lived with my folks and on my cell. I finally gave in and agreed to ONE date.

I only agreed if we could meet in a public place as I didn’t want him to know where I lived. We met at the movie theater, we watched a movie and had ice cream after. He tried to kiss me and I pushed him away and said I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with him.

I went back to my truck, relieved it was finally over. I drove straight home I just wanted to go home and shower. As I pulled up in front of my house I hadn’t noticed the car that pulled into my neighborhood. I almost make it to the front door when I see his truck driving by slowly… he had followed me!

I rushed inside and my cell phone was ringing as I ran up the stairs to my room. It was him. I shut my phone off and resolved that I would go change number in the morning. The next morning I told my folks about the date. My Dad was repulsed and my Mom said I needed to give him a chance as he sounded nice. Nice? He’s stalking and harassing me! But I agreed with my Mom after she was badgering me about it for a few days.

I went on a second date with him. He took me to meet his family, they were overly excited to meet me. His mom blurted out “we finally get to meet the famous girlfriend you’ve been dating these 5 months!” Big NOPE! She asked when we were planning on getting married, I just sat in shock. He was living in a fantasy all his own and his family was believing him.

The ride home was an awkward 45 minutes. I again told him I didn’t wish to pursue a relationship with him. He blew up in rage! His face went red and he was yelling at the top of his lungs that he would make me love him, that he deserved a woman like me and nothing less, and that his mom was dead set on planning our wedding. I told him to drop me off at the next gas station,  he refused. I told him I would call my Dad and the cops if he didn’t.

He stopped on the side of the highway and told me to get out. I jumped out and he peeled out leaving me in the dust. I called my Dad crying and told him where I was. He and my 3 older brothers showed up about 20 minutes later. I was a blubbering mess. I wish this is where the story ends. But it gets worse much much worse.

I changed my cell phone number, as a result he would call the house repeatedly. Dad took the phone off the hook. Then we would see him drive by the house multiple times a day. He would come to my work, they would escort him out. I finally moved out of my families home in hopes that this would help.

This worked for about a month. I had moved into a coworkers basement and I could walk to work. There was a tall wooden fenced in yard I could park my truck in. I felt safe, my family said the phone calls stopped when I wasn’t home visiting. So I was hopeful that this was coming to an end. He found me. My safe space was no longer safe. So back home I moved to the safety of  my family and 3 big older brothers.

We sold our home, and moved to a rental home as we were building a new house. We shut off the family home phone as there was no point to it being active at the rental for 4 months. He came into my work one day and stormed up to me demanding to be told where I was living because he needed to keep tabs on his future wife. And he was furious that the family phone was off and demanded that it be activated. I told him he needed to leave now, he had no clame to me. He slapped me and said “if I can’t have you no one can, you’re mine if you want to be or not. Remember that!” And he left.

I was so shaken up by this, my coworkers offered to take me home. I wanted to finish my shift as my family was out of town and I felt safer at work. My shift finished and I hesitated to leave but I knew the dogs needed to be let out to do their business and I had to take care of them.

I walked out to my truck and there was a destroyed red roses on the hood. I didn’t bother knocking it off I just got in and started the engine. I was leaving the parking lot and there was a big truck right behind me so close I couldn’t see the headlights over my tale gate. My stomach sunk to the pit of me and my heart started racing. I knew I couldn’t go home because then he would know where I was living! I continued down the main road in town and he followed right behind. A space next to me opened up and he went for it. He pulled up next to me and stared me down, his face was expressionless his eyes cold. He jearked his wheel towards me and I went up onto the curb to avoid being hit by the much larger and heavier truck. I made a sudden right turn and he cut off traffic to follow me.

I was turning up and down random streets and alleyways as my truck maneuvered much better than his big f350. I found a driveway I had been looking for I knew it had a wooden gate I could close. I backed in and dashed to close the gate to conceal my truck. I waited, I could hear his truck trying to find me, the diesel motor racing and then idle driving slowly down the road. I held my breath just wished it to be over. I kept my foot on the klutch so I could start my truck and go when it was safe. I waited until I wouldn’t hear him and opened the gate and sped out of there back home. I called my dad as I was driving now that I could since my truck was a standard and I wasn’t trying to run for my life. He told me to go straight home and pull Moms car out of the garage and pull my truck in. He would call the cops and have them meet me there.

I did as he said and sat in the living room with the dogs and the lights off until an officer showed up. I told him everything that had happened over the last 8 months. The two officers told me we should have called them months ago as they take stalking very seriously. They could confirm my story of that evening as they had several traffic calls about his truck and mine when he tried to run me off the road and he cut off traffic to follow me.

They were searching for him and issued a no contact order against him for me. He tried several more times to come into my work, but the cops were called as soon as we saw him. He gradually stopped coming around. I hope he wasn’t stalking another girl! I hope he learned that we get to choose who we date and don’t just follow blindly what we are told to do by some controlling jerk!

 

Mysteries of the Woods

*all names have been changed for privacy reasons*

So this happened to me a few years back. My friends and I decided we would go on a camping trip when most of our friend group was finally graduated. There was a wide range of us from 19 – 16 years of age. We decided to go for a week on our trip. We live in Newfoundland, Canada. Here we have decently dense wooded areas within our city limits. So we decided to camp in the city, I know its not the typical out of city away from everything camping ideal but we did what we could as only one or two of us could drive and more than 10 people in tiny cars doesn’t work.

We went about 15 minutes into the woods, basically where we could see the city but not hear it or be affected by its bright lights at night. It was a nice area, a hill though but we worked with it. The fire pit we made was in a dense bit of woods that was about 10 feet deep, nothing big. (the fire place is important) Around us was trees, and ATV paths. Occasionally a few people going for hikes but no one ever bothered us.

Everything was fine and fun for the first few days running around, going swimming, smoking weed and getting heavily drunk; ya know teenage stuff. After a few days, people started to clear out, but myself, my boyfriend Jason, his little sister Thea, our friend Mike, and a few other friends stayed.

During the days the heat reached about 20+ degrees Celsius, and at night it drops to between 5 and 10 degrees. On the second last day it was hot enough to the point that myself and Jason took the cover off the tent to let the heat escape the scorching hot tent. Around noon Mike and a few others left due to work but later returned. Thea left to shower. (Hint you’re in the woods go for a swim close enough as a shower.) This left myself and Jason, we decided to play card games in the tent while we waited for everyone to return.

That’s when we notice the rustling of garbage bags. When we peered out of the tent we saw an old man he looked to be about 70, he was carrying a garbage bag and was cleaning up our mess. He just smiled at us and walked up by our fire pit and never came back down. I never thought anything of It until after the trip ended.

About 2-3 hours later we decided to go for a walk to the main entrance of where we all got dropped off. Only gone about 15 minutes we returned and it appeared that nothing had been touched. Great we thought. We decided to play card but this time when Jason reached into the small front pocket of his suit case he pulled out a small bottle that was meant to hold holy water, and rosemary beads or prayer beads as some people call them.

I asked Jason if one of his parents owned them and just forgot to take them out.

He replied with “No I’ve never seen these in my life and I checked that pocket before we left the house the other day.”

Freaked out we decided not to do anything as it was possibly a harmless prank someone was playing on us.

Later that evening Thea, Mike and a few others returned. We told them about the beads and bottle. Everyone thought it was spooky but never really cared. But Mike on the other hand the moment the bottle and beads touched his hand he immediately looked at me and whispered “These were my grandmothers. Where did you find these?”

Shocked and confused I explained again how we got them but this time told them about the man who was cleaning up the mess we made. Mike continued to act weird, he wouldn’t stop smelling the beads all night and the bottle was in his pocket till we went to bed.

After a few hours we forgot about it and got tanked. Around 2 or 3 I was too drunk and high to stay up so I decided to go to bed. About an hour after Jason joined me. We decided to sleep with the tent cover off as the nights get too hot or the wind blows the tent and cover in on top of us.

At around 5:30am I was woken by a loud scream, mind you we couldn’t even hear children screaming with excitement from the neighbourhood we were just a bit behind. So this was odd. The scream sounded to be a female in distress, it happened a few times before I woke Jason. I told him what I heard when we realized our friends were still up. We got out to tell them what we heard when we heard it again. It happened about 5-6 more times. Our friends told us they heard it a couple times before we went to tell them.

I never got to find out what/who made that noise but to this day I still feel bad for not trying to help but that wasn’t my first instinct. I guess because I didn’t believe it was real. But the next day when we all went home I found on Facebook that a local girl went missing the night before and was last seen relatively close to where we were camping.

I’ve also never spoken to Mike about that night and bout the bottle and beads but I have heard that he still has both in his house. I’ve always wondered did the old man put the beads and holy water bottle in our stuff when we were gone? Where did he even go it was too thick for anyone to go through?

I have so many unanswered questions about that trip that I know will never be answered but I do have some pretty freaky memories.

Disturbing funeral

I was not in contact with my biological father’s extended family when I was a kid due to my parents’ divorce and living kind of far away. It was long before email or social media existed, too.

I reconnected with them when I was a young adult, around the age of 21.

Unfortunately, my grandfather, great aunt and her husband were all very elderly and on the decline with their health. My grandfather was in a horrid care facility and one by one, they passed away at nearly 90 years of age. My great aunt’s husband passed first and I went to his (fortunately closed casket) funeral. It was the first funeral I had ever attended, as well.

It was held at a funeral home and I sat in one of the pews at the front, kind of nervous and apprehensive. Someone sat down nearby so I glanced in their direction to see who it was and I got the worst shock of my life!

IT WAS MY GREAT AUNT’S HUSBAND SITTING THERE! I swear I nearly fainted from horror and shock; everything kind of went white for a second. I couldn’t even make a sound!

I can’t remember who noticed the look of absolute horror on my face but someone said “Oh, that’s Uncle Tom’s identical twin brother!” I think they kind of laughed at me, too. No one had told me he had a twin brother before, I had NO idea. They really WERE identical!

I managed to endure the rest of the funeral with some composure.

 

I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

This happened to me and my mother around two years ago. It happened in August, 15th to be exact. I remember the date because of a festival that happens in this time of summer. The experience wasn’t exactly creepy, but more baffling than anything.

It was around 6 or 7 pm and we were heading home, there were many people on the street and we don’t live far from the festival place.

It was still light, since it was summer. We were walking and I was trying to accustom my mother to some internet terms, when I see a different looking man, I don’t exactly remember how he looked like, but I can say he looked to be between 20 or 30,distinguisly wearing a light brown jacket, and I believe he also wore a pair of round glasses.

I don’t remember  any other accessory, though I think he wore more. I clearly remember him walking weirdly. Anyway, I pointed him out to my mother.

She said he was weird and we continued on our way. After we walk a little bit more and then cross the road, on the other side of the street, the one we are now on I see the same man, dressed the same way, walking the same way, now conjured by some people, we passed him and I looked at my mother to validate the thing we just saw. She saw it too.

It was weird. I mean he couldn’t have taken a taxi and go back meters, there were no taxis and what would’ve been the point in doing that anyway? What I also thought as possible would be that there is not one man, but two, twins. And even if this is quite likely to be the case, I still don’t understand why someone would do that…
Regardless, it was a weird experience.