Myspace Horror Experience

I’m from New York. This story happened a few years back I don’t have many friends, and am anti-social. Although, one of the friends I actually DO have, let’s call him Tom, told me about myspace. Deciding that I could Actually make friends on this website, I signed up.

Around an hour later, after setting up my account properly, I got a friend request from an unknown user. I found it very strange that this person tried to friend me just an hour or so after I joined, but then again, I was in the need of friends, so I accepted. I soon got a message by the user. ‘Hey.’ I replied back instantaneously after. ‘Hi, how are you?’ ‘Good.’ The user responded. This went on for quite some time, exchanging small talk here and there, nothing very personal, but soon, the user started asking some weird questions. ‘Where do you live,’ And, ‘How old are you?’ Red flags started to go off in my head. Now, I never shared my age or my address unless it was with Tom, or one of my other few friends, so I knew what he was doing was weird, and wrong… I immediately blocked the guy, and unfriended him. I didn’t want anything to do with this guy.

For the next few days, nothing really happened. I had met plenty of people on myspace, none of them like the weirdo I met a few days back. Halfway during one of my school classes, I got a few messages from another user on myspace. I told my teacher I had to go to the restroom, and when I got to the restroom, I read the text. ‘Why did you block me? You shouldn’t have done that. . . I will find you.’ I went wide-eyed. Why was this… creep, following me around, I thought? I responded. ‘ Like you can do anything about it, you don’t know where I live.’ That was the last straw. I unfriended and blocked him again.

Later, when I got home that night, I was watching some TV in my room, when someone knocked at the backdoor. This frightened me a bit because Usually, you get someone knocking at your FRONT door, but my backdoor and backyard was surrounded by a fence, so someone had to have climbed over the fence. I slowly got up from my couch, and walked to the door. When I looked out the window, I noticed a tall silhouette. I can’t describe how I felt at that moment. The tall figure knocked again, yelling, ‘Why did you block me? I just wanted to be friends. ‘ At that moment, It clicked. The same guy was still trying to get to me. I yelled back that I was calling the police. When the police arrived, they found footprints in the backyard, but nothing else. Only two things ran through my mind at that moment. How did the guy know where I lived, and What did they want with me? The fact I do not know to this day still scares me. I hope he’s found, so I can find out the real truth.

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