Tag: stalking

Post Office Stalker

I wished to submit my own true scary story for your Scary Strangers and Creepy Stalkers request.  I unfortunately have a terminal case of “nice” thanks to the way I was raised so I do sometimes give people more patience than they need.  I’m not one to make waves unless provoked.  This has sometimes been beneficial to me and a hindrance at other times.

Where I live is a very small town so everyone knows the latest news on everyone else.  I frequently see the same people when running my errands so avoiding someone can be very difficult.


My Game Stalker

It’s always easy to trust people easily on the internet, as was the case with me.  As such, sometimes you give out too much, even accidentally.  Even people who know the dangers of the internet, such as myself are pulled in, and events like this happens. I mainly write this as a warning to others. Please, don’t be like me.

Anyway, a little backstory before I tell the story. I live in the Portland-Metro area of Oregon, and am a transgender sixteen year old, having gone under HRT and some surgeries. I’m expensive, I know. Back on track, however, I play a game called osu!. All you really do is just click circles to music (mainly Japanese), but it’s quite addicting. In this game, there is a chat feature to let you talk to other people.


Watcher in the Woods

This encounter took place in 2010. My boyfriend and I were in our mid-twenties. It was summertime. We were lucky enough to get time off work at the same time, so we decided to spend a couple nights at my family cabin. The cabin is located in Northwestern Ontario, Canada, in a remote area about 40 minutes away from the nearest town. It’s on a medium sized lake surrounded by dense forest. There are only 20 cabins on the lake, spread out quite far from each other. We were there in the middle of the week, so there weren’t many people on the lake. I should mention that the cabin is on an island.

Our plan was to get there Tuesday night and leave Thursday morning. We arrived and spent the first night without incident. On Wednesday, we took the canoe out for a short ride. We parked it on the mainland and went on a hike down an old logging road. The road hasn’t been driven down in years. It’s overgrown and as far as I know people only use it for blueberry picking now, but it goes into the bush for quite a few kilometers. The two of us hiked down the road for 2 hours, sat down for a small lunch, then decided to turn back. On our way back, I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that we were being watched and followed. It only occurred to me then that if anything bad were to happen to us, no one was coming to help. In hindsight, we should have told someone about our hiking plans, just in case, but it was too late for that. I tried my best to dismiss how I felt and didn’t even mention it to my boyfriend.