[Music] I'd like to share with you a series of horrific events from my childhood that we never had a real resolution to there was some suspects but no one was ever brought to justice also there have been a lot of terrible things happened to my mom's property and that's another story but here's part of the beginning this part of the story happened roughly around 1990 during my summer break from school but I continued on for quite some time it must have been about second or third grade age I grew up with just my mom and my dad was never in the picture so we lived alone until I was about 12 and she remarried our secluded country neighborhood was safe for the most part and all of our immediate neighbors were elderly saved for one couple who had a few young adult sons around my brother's age for the most part though didn't have much riffraff in the area at first there were only minor clues to indicate something was going on such as things being moved in the backyard and I guess because my mother has always been a paranoid conspiracy theorist she had an idea that something was happening I didn't really know this until I heard her talking about it much later after the events she tried to hide things so they wouldn't scare me she even started sleeping in my room with me at night probably because she was paranoid but I assumed it was because we could stay up late and watch movies together and eat snacks one morning after I got up I noticed that our wooden back door had huge chunks missing out of it around the part where the lock and bolt goes into the doorframe it was as if someone was trying to chip away at the locked part I showed my mom what I had discovered not realizing why the door was damaged and she went completely silent pale-faced and panicked I could tell something was wrong but I was too young to understand that someone had apparently tried to break in either in the night tour when we were out that day she mended the door to the best of her ability if I remember correctly she even put a new and different lock on it from the hardware store she also found a police report but there was nothing they could do I had a German Shepherd named Munchie he was a big spoiled baby who loved raiding the fridge with me with who a stranger he was probably very intimidating he was my best friend and very watchful over me and I still miss him to this day for a week or two after a mom and I would go to bed once she would start pacing and whining and acting very anxious since we lived in such a rural place with no imminent danger we thought mom would frequently let him outside by himself so one night and he was acting exceptionally strange she let him outside alone we didn't have central air because our house was old built in the 50s we were poor and Kentucky summers weren't really too hot anyway at night mom would open up all the windows in the house with the half-way burglar latch of course since she was in my room with me watching a movie we had both my bedroom windows all the way up my back window overlooked a bit of a hill which gradually sloped into a low wide bottom the bottom was full of tall weeds and bushes suddenly we heard movement in the brush the bottom Munchie then we heard him snarling like a werewolf mom got up and ran to the window but couldn't see anything what we heard next was horrifying it sounded as if the munch he was attacking someone it was making those awful noises as though he was eating someone alive I began to cry terrified that something would happened to my best friend and my mom started screaming in horror from Munchie to come home we heard what sounded like someone escaped my dogs wrath and take off through the bush mom ran to the backdoor with me right behind her and called from Munchie at the top of her lungs until he came running back into the house he was panting and grunting and bristled up I hugged him so tight I probably nearly squeezed the life out of him as time progressed things got worse being so young I didn't know for how long but my mom was safeguarding the house she even moved a tall dresser in front of my window that overlooked the hill on the bottom she tried her best but whoever was harassing us was finding new ways to make our terrible or maybe even worse one night she said she heard peculiar noises coming from the backyard I don't necessarily remember this so I called her for details before writing this the sounds were coming from under the dining room windows which overlooked the backyard she turned on the security lights on the back of the house and saw a ladder propped up against the back of our house as if someone was trying to climb through our windows this incident seemed more like an empty threat than a real attempt especially considering the back door was probably easier access we don't know if the person thought the windows would be unlocked or what but for whatever reason they gave it a try again she called her local police and they did nothing I should probably note that we really didn't have much law enforcement there who probably wouldn't believe me if I try to tell you how worthless law enforcement was and still is in that area on another occasion and this memory is burned into my brain because it scared me so bad someone snuck up to my bedroom window one night I hate to even think what their intentions might have been mom had drifted off to sleep but I was quietly watching the rest of Willy Wonka I was looking in the direction of my ominous window the one overlooking the bottom so I ended up getting a good look at this big white hand which reached up and slapped my window screen multiple times in rapid succession I screamed mom woke up and the Tormentor took off no doubt through the brushy bottom my mom is a dog person she adores dogs and has always had lots of dogs and puppies around we had seven little black pups in the mother dog around this time and they lived outside on her huge property had plenty of space to play and a nice big doghouse at some point around the same time this stuff was happening we had to be out of town for a few days mom had some people watching the house and I guess she didn't really think anything horrendous would happen then again she wasn't aware of how far this thing would go when we came home mom's puppies had been killed and lined up in a row in the side yard close to my window that overlooked the bottom this was devastating the police did little to help which included telling her how short the saw four shotguns so that it was still legal and advising us to keep Munchie in the house I forgot to ask but I'm nearly positive mom ended up sending the mommy dog away to my sister's house on the other side of town months later incidents were increasing an occurrence and then someone decided to take it way too far something hit the back of the house in the wee hours of the morning mom looked out the windows and saw nothing at least not until the next morning she found a stick with a charred pine knot on it someone had apparently lit it on fire and threw it at our house I assume they were hoping her house would burn and I don't even ask the cops about it because they did nothing and again I wouldn't be surprised if they knew who the culprit was and didn't care then one day munch he went missing he had gone out to the bathroom in the evening before bed but he didn't come back immediately like always he vanished I don't even want to go into detail about this because it breaks my heart all over again but we found him days later he had been poisoned to be completely honest I could keep going with the story although it takes a lot of unbelievable turns and not all of them are horrifying some are just ridiculous around 2009 a multiple year-long court case began where my mom had to fight a group of her neighbors in court to keep them from stealing her property those events led us to believe the people involved with that case may have had something to do with the torment we experienced all those years ago but honestly what we can do is assume to the Tormentor I wish we could meet you but you're a coward who harasses women and children and hurts animals I [Music] recently made a summer road trip to a neighbouring major city with my mom and my sister the last day there I had an unnerving experience I've been downstairs eating the hotel breakfast with my mom while my sister was still in the room getting ready when I finished eating I started walking down the hallway towards the elevator to go back to the room when I first started down the hallway I saw in my peripheral vision a man standing in the doorway to the fitness center I noticed him because he had been looking at his phone but when I walked by he looked up at me I'm about 6 - and my heels so honestly I didn't think much of it I get stared at a lot I didn't make eye contact I got to the elevator and press the button and while I was waiting the man walked up and stood next to me I still didn't think it was weird he had a small towel with him so I figured he just got finished working out and was returning to his room but after just a few seconds he looked up at me and said in a very quiet voice that was almost a whisper I'm scared I smiled and kind of chuckled and said why where I'm from it's not uncommon for men especially older men to joke around with a straight face and try to pull your leg I figured he had some funny story coming about why he's scared of elevators they didn't they continued to speak in an extremely quiet voice so that I could barely hear him but he spoke quickly and was articulating well so not drunk I would presume what he was saying was odd he said they're attacking me they're putting in all over social media and it's attack on my character but trying to bring me down it's making me look bad I got to defend myself because they're going after me trying to bring me down they didn't specify who they were from what I could hear he had already spoken to bits when the elevator open but I decided to get in anyway I didn't fully comprehend what was happening it was so odd I just didn't feel scared yet it's only confused plus he was significantly smaller than me and I keep pepper spray on me at all times I realized that's an unwise mindset but it gave me a sense of security even if a false one the elevator only had to go up three floors so it wasn't the long ride but he carried on the same way the whole time speaking quickly and urgently telling me about someone or something that is trying to take him down it was during the ride that I realized this man could potentially be dangerous I also noticed that he didn't seem concerned about what button I pressed as if he didn't need to make sure I pushed the button for his floor I thought about asking him which floor he needed just to test him but decided not to interrupt his rant as he proceeded the talk and it became clear what was happening I stopped looking at him I turned to the elevator door and ignored him completely when it opened on my floor I walked out and then slowly took the turn for my room I went slowly to see if he would go the other way he didn't he'd follow me down the long hallway to my room at the very end since I knew my sister was in the room I still felt a bit of security but I didn't want to give away which room we were in even though we were about to check out I figured if I opened the door he might have shoved his way in or something so I walked past our room a little into the stairwell doorway I didn't go in just stood there and looked around as if though I was trying to decide where to go he was immediately behind me and when I stopped walking he started up his rant again still in a very quiet voice this was the point at which my heart started racing I turned around and looked at him once then turned the other way and looked out a window at my phone at the stairs just ignoring him while he was talking after just a minute or so of me ignoring him he gave an exasperated sigh and stormed off he was angry he interrupted his walking to stop a few times and shake his head his speaking changed from the quiet almost whisper to angry grunts although still quiet I watched him walk away and when he was out of sight I went into our room and told my sister get your stuff together now like your life depends on it because it might may be overly dramatic but I was afraid he'd come back maybe with worse intentions I told her briefly what happened and she told me to call the front desk while she threw her things together I called and gave a detailed description of the man the receptionist was very concerned and said she looked for him we left our room and got downstairs without any more events the receptionist again assured me that they would try to find him I checked out and got out of there and just have one question from the whole experience that of all the people in the hotel why did he pick me to follow [Music] I'm a thirty year old male in a middle upper class suburban neighborhood on the east coast of the USA I went to visit family that I don't get to see very often yesterday I enjoyed their company in the day spent with them when it was time to leave I got in the car with two individuals and started the trip back home a few minutes down the road I got into an argument with the driver and got kicked out of the car I am vaguely familiar with part of this area that I was in but in the darkness with only scattered streetlights illuminating the wide roads I was disoriented I began walking in the direction I thought I saw the car I got kicked out of headed towards and stopped at a well-lit intersection I stood there smartphone out trying to call a lyft to drive me home and put an end to the unfortunate situation I put myself in it wouldn't be that easy as both my Wi-Fi and mobile data refused to work and I could not get either a signal or Internet and location I was in as I was standing on the edge of the intersection I looked ahead about 200 feet and noticed two white males one wearing a white wife beater tank top and the other a tee-shirt becoming aware of my presence they saw me and began their approach about 50 feet ahead they began saying things like did you see that car are you a cop my self-talk was telling me that these guys were looking for a fight but I try to defuse the situation by informing them that no I am NOT a cop and that I didn't know that car they were talking about they continued approaching me until there were less than five feet away I felt listening to them I began to believe that they were on some type of drug because they repeatedly asked me the same questions about the car and if I was a cop they also told me that they could give me a ride and offered me prescription drugs the way he offered to give me a ride was disturbing like he was trying to lure me into a trap again I tell them I was just trying to get home and I didn't want any trouble after I said this the situation escalated when they began making sexual comments asking me if I wanted to hug and telling me one of them was an offender I contemplated fighting them off that they got too close but try again repeated that I was just trying to get home they turned around and left me alone thinking I was done with these guys again was unsuccessful at calling a lift when they turned around and started yelling at me again and walked back towards me by then I had called a friend who told me to call the cops the guy kept approaching asking if I was talking to the cops telling me I was far away from home and I started to think about screaming for help I realized that's not a manly reaction but I considered it my bad leg was tired from all the walking and I was getting desperate by this point one of the guys screamed that I better not call the cops on them because he saw my face and he can recognize me now after I created some distance between myself and the two I called 911 spoke to a dispatcher by the time I started explaining what happened a cop pulled up in front of me and I told him what was going on I know that because of my actions I put myself in a position where I was accosted by a couple of creeps but I never would have thought that something like this would happen in that neighborhood the police officer was very friendly and helped me get in touch with the ride home I'm still flustered and I'm hoping this leads to some kind of catharsis and helps me to process what just happened I live in Germany and went out with a few friends to say goodbye because I am moving back home next week for privacy reasons I will only say that I am from an english-speaking country also in case you are not aware a you button is pretty much a subway if so an underground train I was out and decided to go home at about 2:30 a. m. I went home alone because I didn't want to go and meet up with a few people I wasn't really good friends with instead I wish I had done that though I was sitting in the u-bahn only to realize that I got the wrong you bond probably because I was in a rush and got into the first one I saw I only noticed at the last stop which wasn't a problem because I could just go in the opposite direction for about five minutes and then get on the other u-bahn which would take about thirty minutes when I got to the last stop I noticed the guy sleeping so I woke him up and told him we had arrived this guy looked a bit disoriented and sat in the Train I didn't question it because the train would turn right back around and I was sitting in the u-bahn for the same reason this is when the Russian man comes in he wreaked of alcohol and tried to help me wake the guy up but only after he was awake he then kept speaking to me in Russian no I don't understand Russian but if a lot of Eastern European friends and I can differentiate different Eastern European languages just by hearing them I can't explain how I know I just have a talent for it I guess the Russian man wouldn't stop talking to me in Russian by the tone of his voice he was asking me questions creepy questions anyone who has come across to creep knows exactly what tone I'm talking about he also started laughing every time he stopped talking I was very uncomfortable so I told him that I didn't speak Russian he then laughed and asked me where I was going what I did that night etc I kept my answers short and after about three questions I told him I didn't speak German very well I do speak German but I have an accent when I speak so I just pretended I don't speak the language in awkward situations the man then said ok and I thought that was it it is important to note that during this conversation I was ending up and he was sitting down about eight feet away from me when the Yvonne began to move I decided to sit down because my feet were hurting from earlier that night I sat away from the man because although he wasn't too much for problem at that point I didn't have a good feeling about him at all well my intuition was right because as soon as I sat down this creep rushed over and sat next to me he wasn't just sitting next to me like a normal person now his body was pressed against mine and pushed me against the edge of the seat I looked over at Tim and politely asked him to scoot over he then started speaking Russian again and I told him I didn't understand what he was saying he then proceeded to grab my hands and squeeze them and tell me they were cold they said that in Russian and I only understood it because it was a very basic sentence and my Russian skills are incredibly limited I told him to stop and he then looked at me and said sorry he acted like a child who was forced by their mother to apologize keep in mind he was obviously in his 40s I then said it's okay but to leave me alone he then tried to sit closer and grab my hands again I noticed he had a boner and was starting to guide my hands down I snapped and pulled my hands away and slapped him and yelled stop he then looked at me and didn't say anything while I moved to another seat what bothers me the most about what happened is that it had only been less than five minutes from when he had sat next to me until I moved to a different spot there were people sitting close by who saw exactly what happened and no one did anything that was very shocked now I am 18 but looked to be about 21 to 22 years old but that doesn't make it okay for a guy to invade my personal space and not clay the creep I am also upset because people saw what happened and didn't even speak up how were they okay with watching this happen I have seen people be creeped on before and I always try to help by pretending to know the person who was uncomfortable I don't know it was just a terrible terrible night [Music] my parents divorced when I was young at this period of time I was living with my mother and her husband I was in middle school my father lived in the big city I'd say about 40 to 50 miles away it was much more than an hour of driving one way for him to pick me up and drop me off so that's four hours of driving or more in one weekend for less than 48 hours of visitation eventually my dad's car broke down and I wanted to see him when I was 11 or 12 I convinced my mom to let me bus there by myself she would drive me to the bus station a couple of towns over about 15 to 20 minutes from the rural area where we lived and dropped me off I would catch one of the few bus options into the city and once I got downtown I'd link up with my father it was an hour-long bus ride I eventually got very street-smart navigating the city bus station then the city and its buses to get to my dad I became really comfortable those hours I would be without either parent I love the city I love the people interacting with people I was also an idiot kid while waiting for the bus to take me to my dad's city sometimes I would talk to strangers that engaged me I never went out of my way to speak to any strangers but if someone spoke to me I would respond because I thought I needed to be polite one time a man walked up to me he seemed to be of Southeast Asian descent maybe Filipino but he had a u.
s. accent more than anything else he looked to be about 23 to 28 years old actually impossible to tell he started talking to me as we waited for the bus and he sounded quite nice at first had a friendly voice it was my nature to be polite and give all people the benefit of the doubt this has bitten me in the butt many times in my life and I am much more discerning as an adult but this is why I engaged him I told him my first name which was very distinctive I've never met anyone with my name it's a scientific word anatomical term he asked for my phone number and I gave him my cell phone number but with one single digit swapped out for a random number he started asking me personal questions Leyden many and all of my answers lots of pushy dramatic compliments he was such a beautiful girl like wow I love looking at you or you were so pretty I still can't believe a girl like you loves being my friend long this is the first time we met he said these things with a childlike sort of innocence sometimes but it was clearly smart other times there were comments that were clearly sexual I felt I couldn't leave walk away because I had to catch my bus it quickly became apparent to me that he was suffering from some degree of homelessness and had some sort of social dysfunction like Asperger's didn't pick up on my discomfort body language clear lies dismissal annoyed and cautious tone ever talked happily and loudly all the time he also insisted on showing me his artwork or instrument or something after I initially met him I saw him very often catching that same hour-long bus probably almost every other time I was waiting for that bus so as often as twice a month for a while I really avoid him tried I always tried to get a seat far away from him let's him board the bus first and others ahead of me then pick a seat unaccessible to him I only told him my first name one time and he remembered it perfectly every single time I saw him from then on somehow eventually he figured out my correct cell phone number and I was so creeped out I had a prepaid phone that my dad bought me it wasn't registered to anyone's name or on a plan it refilled with a car and so him getting this number right was really weird the next I saw him in the city or the bus station I told him angrily that we could not interact anymore he took it very badly I said something along the lines of dude I am only 12 years old I cannot be your friend in any capacity my dad would be mad at me I did not see him in person again for many years I never told my parents about my scary interactions with strangers because I feared that they would not allow me to be in public alone anymore and I valued that experience and feeling of in the and here's where it gets weird a few weeks later I am at my mom's house and I decide to have a sleepover with a friend who lived four blocks away I was there from maybe 3:00 p. m.
to noon the next day then I walked home when I got home my mother said oh I got a weird call last night while you were gone a man named Andrew I was thinking what she described the way he spoke and plus the name I instantly knew who it was I started freaking out a little bit how could he have found my mom's home phone number we have never had the same last name ever and she was married and didn't even sport her maiden name anymore I told my mom who I thought it was and how it was literally impossible for him to have the house phone number she was creeped out the number was not listed in any phone books then she told me what he said apparently this guy told my mom he was a good friend of mine yeah because a little girl has good friends with adult men and the phone call was an extreme emergency in his words I had an accident I had fallen down a flight or two of stairs and broken my neck and was at the hospital right now he told my mom I needed to go to the hospital immediately she was really taken aback and didn't really know what to say and because of his tone and how nervous he sounded the weird things he said she didn't take it seriously she had tried asking more questions and he fumbled over his words she said the conversation ended very abruptly awkwardly just that the whole thing was very strange to this day I still wonder how on earth could this person have found my mother and her husband's landline number her only two last names are very different from mine how did he get my actual cell phone number when he didn't know my last name even if he did he wouldn't have been able to find my number based on my name it was practically a burner why didn't he call my mom where did that story about me being in the ER critically wounded even come from did he make it up so my mom would leave housed my husband wonders if he wanted her to come to the hospital if so why her not me how did he know I wasn't home when he called lucky guests I could have been standing next to my mom when he called her for all he knew and then his story would have even more obviously been a lie many years later downtown I ended up moving to the city I saw a guy who I thought was my homey I went up to him and did the whole hey man what's up long time no see thing and as the last word left my lips I realized it was Andrew I realized it as he was recognizing me it was too late for me to run away he had grown out his hair it was long and black which is why I thought he was the skateboarder friend I had who looked incredibly similar but was a couple years younger he now thinks I am greeting him like I missed him and I swear my stomach dropped he hugged me before I even had a chance to step back and it was so touchy-feely violating then he proceeded with lots of Wow girl you look so good I can't believe it's you I missed you so much can I have your number so we can spend some time together now and I told him I was running late for something and literally ran away I was paranoid I would see him around again but thankfully I never did [Music] this all happened when I was a freshman or sophomore in high school so I was about 15 and 23 now for reference I ended up being homeschooled in and off during high school due to medical issues and the surgeries I had to get usually if they were available the school would send my teachers to just tutor me however they weren't always available so they would have to send me randos the district found while I had a few interesting tutors this is about one particular tutor who I'll refer to as mr. Byrd from here on out mr. Byrd started to tutor me in English and right away I got a weird vibe from him he was in his 50s I think and was tall and lanky he also wrote his bike to my house every time it came which was weird because I didn't live that close to him and this comes up later anyway I don't get to choose who tutors me so I just went with it a few things happen in the couple months he taught me when I mentioned that I used to play lacrosse he asked if that was the sport where the girls wear short skirts and made a comment about how good I must have looked in it frequently he talked about women he had dated in detail many times one time he mentioned how he had went to a go-go bar with a friend that one of the dancers was someone he had dated they hooked up at the end something he kept making barely thin innuendos about told me I was too pretty amateur to date boys my age and that I needed to wait for an older real man to take care of me and he bought me a tight t-shirt that I literally ended up throwing out because he creeped me out so much however his last tutoring session with me probably takes the cake we were at my kitchen table all of the tutoring sessions took place here and he was talking about something or other when all of a sudden he stopped talking his eyes closed and his head dropped down I waited about two minutes thinking he was messing with me or something but when he didn't respond I panicked and ran upstairs to tell my mom my mom thought I was exaggerating when I told her I'm pretty sure mr.
