I’m from Mississippi and it is December as I’m writing this story. I’m 27 years old and I currently live with my parents. Yes, I know what your thinking but it is tough times trying to find a decent job. Anyway, this happen quite recently. As we all know during the Christmas season, it’s the perfect time for robbers to try to break into your homes. There are always alot of crime around the holiday season. I always thought that kind of thing only happens to people with nice houses. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Our home is pretty average brick house that can blend in with others. My Dad works for Norfolk Southern and he got called for a night shift job in New Orleans Louisiana. So my Mom and I are by ourselves this night. Anyway, let me get on with the subject.
It was around 1 am in the morning and I was staying up late watching Fred Claus when my Mom walk out of her room and told me that our neighbors just called. A group of strange men was asking them for money to get gas for their truck. They said they were from Illinois which is odd since Mississippi is far from the Midwest. They told them that they better leave or they’ll be shot. Eventually the group of guys left their house. Our neighbors demanded that we call 911 in case they tried to do this again.
At this point, my mother was freaking out when all of a sudden we heard someone pulling in our driveway. It was the same group of strange men that tried to break in our neighbors home. My mother was shaking as she peaked through the blinds. He was a middle to short white man at our side screen door. The other guys were sitting inside a red pick up truck waiting for him. My mom decided to use her car alarm to scare the man away. She pressed the button on her keychain and the car started flashing. At first, the man was looking around at the guys in the truck. They must have told him to forget the house cause he left right away. When my Mom peak through the blinds again, she saw the guy going back into the truck and drove off down the road.
I’m a 16 year old female turning seventeen in less than a week but, this happened when I was 12. While my mom was still with my stepdad he forced me and my siblings to go to a Christian church which to this day I still despise and they had this group called Young Women.
This story happened back when I was about 12 and I am a male.
It was a warm summer afternoon and my mom and I decided to go grocery shopping. As we entered the store, I took notice of a man, wearing a yellow button down, khaki pants, and bright white hair. He must of been at least 50. He stood out to me because he had a wide smile and was staring directly at me. I was always told to be nice to other people so I smiled back and shyly waved at him. His smile somehow got even wider and he waved back.
As we were shopping, I began to notice he was following us, about one car length behind us. He would occasionally grab stuff off the shelves and put it in his cart but still kept pace with us. It was very obvious that he was following us, going every aisle as we did. I was growing increasing uncomfortable, especially whenever my mom would have me stay at the cart when she would get something from a nearby shelf.
As we were nearing the end of our shopping trip, I noticed that the man was no longer following us. I felt a bit more relieved knowing he was gone. As we approached the checkout lines, I told my mom that I was going to the bathroom. I entered the restroom and as I finished relieving myself in the stall, I heard the bathroom’s door open. A voice soon called out, “I know you’re in here.” I stayed quiet and sat on the toilet, pulling legs onto it, trying to hide them from view. A pair of legs appeared outside the stall, jiggling the handle a few times. “Come on, let me in. We can have a fun time, sweetie…” He said, trying to sound nice to mask his malicious intentions.
Before getting into this story, currently where I live, there have been posts on Facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about “bibles” and “the word of god” and if they’re interested.
One women said she was approached by a female and asked about a bible, she declined and then was followed through 4 neighboring towns until she finally pulled into a police station where the car, full of guys, slowly drove past her, glaring. This was taking place about 15 minutes from where I live.
Turns out, its human trafficking, sex trafficking, the whole 9 yards.
This happened to me a few months ago when I was 14. A group and I had traveled to California for a dance competition and since it lasted the whole weekend, we had to find restaurants for every night. We had planned to go to this Italian restaurant, but due to messing up our reservation, we ended up at subway.
Don’t get me wrong— I used to love subway until this happened. As we walked from the Italian restaurant to subway, I noticed quite a few homeless people and beggars along the sidewalk, but I dismissed it as we were in an urban area.
I was walking next to my friend when I abruptly saw her smile turn into a frown so I looked over in the direction she was and I saw a lady. She was clearly homeless with short blonde scrappy hair and tattered clothing.
<> I am an 18 year old girl – at the time of this story I was 17, this only happened last year. I was browsing my instagram – I have a furry account so it is not uncommon for me to get follow requests from people I don’t know , usually I accept them – I see a new message from someone I hadn’t met before, like a dumbass, I replied as nothing had rung any alarms, he was just saying hi. I was very lonely at the time so when I got random messages I got quite happy, it didn’t happen often. So of course I replied within seconds of his message coming through. We chatted almost all night and when I did finally decide to log off – or rather fall asleep – I didn’t tell him as I didn’t think I needed to. I woke up to 50 texts from him all asking what had happened to me and how.. worried he was. For some reason this didn’t strike me as odd.. as this is probably how I would react.. even now. So I continued to speak to him.
After only a few weeks he and I had gotten rather.. close. If you catch my drift. To me it seemed like mild flirtation at most but to him it was more. So when I started expressing interests in other people he got mad and started telling me that I was cheating on him. He’d Call me things like baby and tell me he loved me. No matter what I did or said he would still make heavy advances. But I ignored him and continued talking, because as I said.. I was very lonely and without him I’m not sure what I’d do.
Another few months went by and he was still pushing hard on me being his girlfriend. I was getting seriously pissed and decided to get my best friend Dawn involved. She told him to screw off and leave me and anyone else alone because now he was getting creepy.. not to mention all of his Instagram posts. He was claiming things like stabbing people.. and being proud of it. He told us he was in a gang and they would often do this sort of thing. Dawn continued to tell him to leave us alone until eventually he took things into a whole new level.. this man sent Dawn a link to a website from the deep web, it said things about hitmen and even had photos of what they had done.
Last summer, I had my first kiss. It was with Luke, my older brother’s friend. Luke was an okay guy, he was kind of a pushover, but he made me laugh and seemed to enjoy my company.
My brother, Alex, had an attitude problem, most teenagers did. I was a crybaby when I was little and he was insensitive, so we didn’t get along too well. Over the years, he’s mellowed out and my skin had thickened, but our relationship always felt like we were standing on thin ice. I’ve always wanted to have a more positive relationship with him.
I didn’t tell anyone about the kiss. It was meaningful to me and I didn’t want the local kids to know. I kept quiet, and so did Luke. He didn’t seem to care all that much about the kiss.
I was, 12, and finally on summer break. The day I saw this guy was, strangely beautiful. Quiet, and somewhat creepy. I didn’t think much of it, because I love silence, no one nearby. Not needing to deal with the problem of others who like to talk.
But back to the story, I had just walked the lake a few times with my best friend. We had gone back to my friend’s house, since he lives right by the lake. We then sat down in the grass talking for literally hours, which I was getting drained from this, boredom was taking me over. Suddenly, lets call my friend Luke, I’m sure my friend doesn’t want his real name out, Luke asks if I want a drink. I politely said no but thanked him, he went in to get himself his own. I didn’t want a drink, knowing he’ll take a long time, so I would get silence.
But, the post in front of me, suddenly flicked. I stared under it, so I would be able to watch it flicker but also watch if someone was tampering with anything connected to it. I didn’t see anyone. I thought, it’s just old, that’s why it flickered. But as I looked down to continue playing with the grass and dirt, in the darkness I caught a glimpse.
This is the original reddit thread where I wrote the story; this is a slightly edited-for-grammar version.
I was around 16 when this happened, so 12 or so years ago. I’d just gotten my license and had come back to my mother’s house to work on a paper because her computer was faster than my father’s. It was getting a bit late, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t nervous one way or the other. I took a break from the paper and headed to the main bathroom, which was at the back of the house. The wall parallel to the door faced the back yard.
It has a small window in it, and just as I was about to turn on the lights, I heard a noise. Not especially close, or loud, but it was coming from somewhere in the back yard, closer to the house than the small patch of dense trees that acted as kind of a buffer between the street my house was on and the one that runs parallel to it