My Horrifying Facebook Friend

I always wanted to share this experience, but I was afraid of being called a liar, or laughed at saying I “made it up.” To this day, my parents don’t even know this happened. What I’m about to tell you is as true as I can state it, and an experience that still haunts my mind to this very day. I was a 16 year old girl at the time, but not a very happy one. I was bullied in school, and had my heart broken several times by guys who often manipulated me.

I had one best friend, whom I’m still friends with to this very day.

In short, I was very alone, and to escape that, I turned to social media. At the time, I mainly browsed Omegle, then Facebook by creating a furry role play account. I just discovered what the fandom was, it seemed nice and friendly. I chatted with people, and slowly made new friends. However, one day I got a friend request that I wish I never accepted.

I can’t quite recall the name, but the messages between us will never leave my mind. He seemed nice at first, told me he was my age, and we talked about furries and whatnot.

He mentioned he was single, I was too, so we exchanged numbers. This was the mistake I made that costed me big time. Everything seemed fine, until a few weeks later he asks me if he could see me in my underwear. I’ve never been the type of girl to do that, even knowing his age is the same as mine.

So I kindly told him no, and he backed off. Another week later, he tells me: “Have you ever wanted to live as a pet for someone? I can take good care of you, and make you my personal baby factory.”

I was horrified and disgusted. I responded: “No way! Why would you even ask that?” His next response…

Sent chills down my back. “How about you send me nudes little girl?

Or sexually role play with me? Wouldn’t want to see anything tragic happen to your siblings, would you?” I was numb. How did he know I had siblings? I couldn’t respond to it. Eventually, I gave into the threats, and sent him nudes I never wanted to send, but when I said no each time, he threatened to hurt me or my family.

This continued for a good month, til one day, he said “How about you send me a photo of you playing with your sister?” My stomach became sick, and I did too.

This was the last straw. I told him I can’t and won’t, but he then said “Shame it would be if those delicious photos you sent me leaked on the internet.”

I didn’t know what to do, or how to respond. I was panicking, thinking so many awful things in my head. Finally, I told him I had enough, and we were done.

His last text was “Alright, but its not my fault you’ll become a slut on the internet.”

A few months pass, and nothing happened. Now, I’m 20 years old, working a part time job and have started a new relationship with a really nice guy.

I don’t associate with furries anymore, and within those 4 years, that disgusting pedo never messaged me again. I often wonder if he really did leak those nudes, but I think he was bluffing. Either way, that time of my life I was scarred from that abuse, and most of all, it taught me to never add just anyone on Facebook ever again.

If anyone hears this, please, be careful on the internet.

Young boys and girls are easy targets, and searching for love is not a good idea on the internet. I do not wish this upon anyone, and I hope that no other boy, or girl falls victim to this. Stay safe on the internet, you never know how depraved or sick people can be, even on simple social media platforms.

Nightmare of a Babysitter

This took place 3 years ago when I was 13 years old, I also have a little sister who, at the time, was only 5.

My parents were going out with some friends for the evening, so they called a babysitter to watch me and my sister ’till they got home. My parents had left before the sitter had arrived, so we had no idea when she was coming.

At the time we lived in a pretty big house where all ou neighbors were a good mile and a half away from us. When she arrived, she seemed like a normal girl, mid 20’s and looking very nice.

She was very overdressed for the occasion, she had a nice dress and makeup on, which, in a sense, was unsettling. She introduced herself as Sandra.

The evening started out normal, she and my sister played board games and watched a movie since we didn’t have school the next day. I mostly stayed in my bedroom, on my laptop since I thought I was too old for a sitter. Around 6:30, Sandra called me down for dinner. When I came downstairs I saw my little sister head down on the table.

“Did she already fall asleep?” I asked.

“Yeah, she only took a couple bites and she went out cold…” Sandra replied with an unsettlingly high and peppy voice. After I ate, I started up the stair back to my bedroom, but I stopped suddenly when felt breathing down my neck. I turned to see nothing behind me. I shook it of as the AC acting up and went up to my room.

About 2 hours passed before it started to get weird.

I was casually surfing youtube for the latest updates on all my favorite channels when I heard my door creek open.

I turned to see Sandra at my door, but then I noticed she had removed her makeup and changed into something else. She was wearing a whit t-shirt and tight, pink underwear. This gave me chills because she didn’t bing any change of clothes with her. She walked over to me and looked over my shoulder at what I was doing on the computer. Then she started massaging my shoulders.

I asked her to stop and she did, but I could tell she was annoyed. She then walked over to my closet and stepped inside. I was wondering what the hell she was doing and went to check it out. When I stepped into the closet, the doors closed behind me and I got knocked out cold…

I awoke a couple minutes later, she was standing over wearing nothing but a bra and underwear. To most, this would be dream, but not when that girl is Sandra. She started touching me all the while I was screaming for my little sister to call 911.

I then realized that she did not call and I worked up the nerve to kick Sandra off of me. I ran downstairs and grabbed the house phone, but it wasn’t till I dialed 911 and put the phone to my ear that the line was cut. Just then the power cut out.

I looked outside the see the street lights still on. I thought to myself “damnit, the fuse box is outside my room, she must have shut off the power to the house!”. I then decided to grab my bike and ride to our closed neighbors house, and as I previously mentioned, that was about a mile and a half down the dark road.

About half way there, I saw headlights coming up behind me, so I naturally rode to the side so they could pass me. But they didn’t they got close to the point where I ditched my bike and ran into the small woods that surrounded the road and the really the entire area. As I jumped from my bike, I heard the crunching of the car crushing my bike. At this point, It was safe to say that Sandra was the driver. I ran into the woods and I remembered me and neighbor’s kids built a treehouse Half way between our houses.

It did not take long to find, even in the dark, and I climbed the latter and opened the trap door and got inside. Below, I heard Sandra crunching around in the fallen leaves. She was calling my name. At this point I realized that we had a walkie talkie in the treehouse for emergencies.

I hastily searched the small space for it. When I found it, I called the older boy at the neighbor’s and told him the situation. He called 911 for me, and when Sandra heard the sirens, she booked it to her car, and her tires screeched down the road until I could no longer hear them.

I climbed down and walk home. My sister was sill in the kitchen where I had last seen her. I thought nothing of it and I went to bed.

It wasn’t till the next day I learned my sister was knocked out by something Sandra put in her pizza she made for us. To this day I wonder what would have happened if she found me and got her way with me. We actually moved a couple months later due to the police turning up empty in their search for her.

Thank god we never had a sitter again…

Why I now hate Tigger the tiger

This story happened back when I was sixteen and was visiting Disney world in Orlando for the fourth time with my parents in the past few years. I have always loved Disney but due to this incident we haven’t been back since and our still considering if we ever should.

We were visiting Epcot when we saw two of my favorite characters since I was around the age of two, Tigger and Pooh, I remember having a bouncy Tigger toy and that’s where the love for him started.

My parents walked over to ask if we could have my picture taken with them (I was and still am painfully shy), and then I was placed between the two characters for the picture. It was at this time that the Tigger character started to bounce his hip against mine except it wasn’t as if it was a friendly joke, he was slightly behind me and was just fast enough to not have anything bad thought of it, except for me because I felt that he was trying to slide his pelvis across my butt and the hand on my waist was pulling me closer to him, I wasn’t a dumb kid and knew this was not right.

Once the picture was over I had to pull myself out of his grasp to hide behind my father, the Tigger motioned to the worker with us and did the gesture for signing

the woman turned to me and asked if I would like Tigger to sign my autograph book (I didn’t bring it thankfully), but I told her no and that I didn’t have it.

The Tigger character motioned for me to follow him towards one of the gift shops that was close but I wasn’t agreeing to that, he acted sad and made the motion for a goodbye hug. If my mother had not pushed me towards him I wouldn’t have done it but I really had no choice when I felt those furry arms wrap around me and go way lower than they should. I didn’t tell my parents until we had gotten a good distance away but my mother waved it off saying I was just being paranoid, though my dad saw I was being serious and left me and mom by the maelstrom while he walked back over where the Tigger was.

He stayed over there for only a few minutes before he came back and hugged me lightly, he told me not to worry since he gave Tigger a firm warning about where he puts those hands of his and told the woman as well, he said the woman frowned and told the Tigger to talk a walk with her.

I wonder if he was actually a pedophile or just didn’t realize what he was doing, here’s to hoping my overactive sixteen year old mind didn’t get a innocent man fired from the happinest place on earth. But I still hate him for making me suffer every time I see anything Tigger related.

Craigslist creepy bar owner

I live in Houston & 4 years ago I attracted a creepy pedophile through craigslist. I have autism & had just turned 20 & was posting resumes on craigslist hoping to find some type of honest work. I posted this picture of me to include it in hopes it would increase my chances of finding work. This was months before I got my 1st job at Walmart so I was desperate.

Eventually I got called by a man who sounded a little like Mr Rogers, except creepy & effeminate. He said he saw my resume on craigslist & was willing to give me some ‘work’. He told me he owns a bar & is a lonely man. I thought maybe he was willing to give me a gig at his bar, possibly as a ragtag bouncer or dishwasher. He said he was a gay man & asked if I was okay with being friends with him. He wanted to meet up with me & I was asking what work I would be doing & he said “well none really. I’d pay you to spend some time with me.” He got around to asking if I had a girlfriend or partner & I ranted how Ive been rejected by every girl Ive shown interest in & was a virgin. He acted like he was gonna give me a job & help me out with the ladies.

It got more creepy when he complimented my picture & ranted how ‘nice looking’ I was. Eventually I hung up & didn’t know what to think.

He called from an anonymous number again & tried the same talk with me but I wasn’t impressed with his ‘job opportunity’ & politely ended the conversation & hung up.

About a week later he called a 3rd time from a unknown number but I didnt answer & it pissed me off that I was getting called when I was trying to sleep.

The way this gay pedophile creep was hitting on me & I wasnt picking up on it was very similar to Nostalgia Critic’s Wicked Witch skit from his Dawn of the Commercials video.

So to the gay Craigslist creep from 4 years ago, let’s never meet.

Pedophile in BigW

Ok, so I live in Australia, so as such, most of you will not have a clue of what BigW is, basically BigW is like a more expensive Target, you can buy clothes, makeup, appliances, that sort of thing. My mother trusted me to wander off by myself to look at what I wanted to at this point I had just recently turned 14, so I had a phone in the event of any emergency,

I had been looking at binders, from my peripheral I noticed slight movement from the end of the aisle, I glared at the tall, lanky, irritated eyed male standing there, staring dead at me, as soon as my eyes met his, he began walking towards me, I moved a step away, innocently thinking that he wanted to look at binders too, he stopped about a foot away from me, he just stared down at me, I was reasonably tall, standing at about 5.7, however, he towered over me, about 6.1, “Can I help you?” I inquired, he shook his head, the sides of his mouth started turning up into a large unsettling teethy grin, showing his disgusting, yellow teeth,

I began walking away, I was stopped by a strong grasp on my upper arm, “You’re coming with me.” he explained bluntly, yanking my arm towards the employee back door, he stopped, his mouth reaching to my ear, “Act happy and I wont hurt you.” he whispered, my body froze, I caught gaze with an employee, I mouthed ‘help’, as we were almost at the back door I heard, “Emily! what are you doing here, where’s mom?” the same employee said, “Oh hey, Molly.”

I said reading her name tag, “I didn’t know you were working tonight.” I continued, the man looked at Molly, disgusted, he scoffed shuffling away, “Come.” she pleaded taking me into the women’s clothing area, as soon as she knew we couldn’t be seen she started, “That guy is always in here, staring at me or the other female employees.” she explained, I shook my head, “Is anybody here with you?” she asked, “Yeah, my mom’s here, she will be in the kitchen appliances or home décor, thank you for helping me.” I said giving her a hug, she walked with me until I found my mom, I explained to her what had happened and she profusely thanked Molly, I escaped unscathed that day, thank god.

Today, I’m 19, I have a one year old child, named Cameron, my fiancé, Nathan and myself were at my mom’s house last weekend, I recalled this story to my mother, what she said next made my blood run cold, “That man was arrested last month for kidnapping and child neglect.” she explained to me, the only thing I did was look at my son, every day for the rest of his life I’m going to make sure he is ok, I often think about what would have happened if Molly hadn’t had the guts to approach the guy and I.