My name is Sarah and I’m about to tell you the time I was nearly kidnapped. I’m a 20-year-old college student and I like to do my grocery shopping late at night when the store isn’t busy. I was browsing Walmart when I came across a big rough-looking man with a large gut and long thin wiry hair that started to bald. He wore a store vest signaling that he worked there. He eyed me in a way that made my skin crawl.
He then proceeded to follow me down each aisle, staying a couple of feet back as he pretended to straighten up the shelves, all the while his gaze lingered on me. I could feel his eyes covering every inch of my skin. I was starting to get worried. The store seemed to be empty other than him and a few other workers.
I started to walk through the store in a very random and erratic way. He followed me everywhere I went. Even in the women’s clothing department. I decided to head to the self-checkout even though I wasn’t done shopping.
He followed me and then he proceeded to lean up against the checkout only inches away from me. We were the only two people at the registers. “Hey there girly. You here all alone?”
The way he addressed me made me feel a bit queasy. I shook my head no, I couldn’t even muster words. “Where’re your friends?”
I looked around, hoping to God someone would come to save me, but there weren’t any other employees. He smelled of something foul. “You know, I’m about to get off work, I could show you a good time.”
I didn’t even answer them as I quickly tried to ring up my items. My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t get the milk I was holding to scan. “Are you going to answer me?”
He was easily 250 pounds and I was only 120. I had no chance of fighting him. “Look at me!”
I felt so small and vulnerable. I forced myself to look up at him. “You’re not trying to steal something, are you?”
I shook my head adamantly no, but that didn’t deter him. “I think you are. I think you’re going to need to come with me.”
He grabbed my arm and proceeded to drag me. But we weren’t going to any office. He was taking me outside. I felt my heart drop as he tried to drag me to a big truck. I tried to struggle and started shouting. He had a vice grip on my hand.
“Is there a problem?” I looked over to see a female officer walking up to us. My heart leaped in relief.
“He’s trying to kidnap me!” I shouted!
The officer proceeded to pull out his firearm. “Let go of her right now and step away with your hands up!”
The man reluctantly let go of me and took a step back. “Hey, this is a big misunderstanding. She was trying to steal.”
“Get down on your knees and place your hands behind your head,” the officer demanded. Hesitantly, the man complied. She then proceeded to cuff the man. I was saved. My heart was beating so fast inside my chest, I felt sick.
I then found out that the man who tried to take me didn’t even work there. He assaulted an employee and took their uniform. They found pictures of me in his car and apparently he had been stalking me for some time. He knew I’d come here shopping this late and had planned this out. I have never been more horrified in my entire life. The officer who saved my life is named Hallie Everett and I am truly thankful for her.
To this day, I shop at the busiest time of the day for things I can’t order online. I will never go to a box store at night ever again.
The End
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What I’m about to tell you is a story that still haunts me to this day. A little information about me. My name is Katherine and this story takes place when I was in high school and only 16. Back then I was bullied a lot. It got so bad, that my family decided it was best to move and transfer schools.
The new school I transferred to didn’t go as well as I hoped for. I was easily lost in the sea of other students. I felt very alone and almost invisible.
Then one day two girls decided to befriend me. It felt so good to finally have people who wanted to talk to me. Who wanted to be my friend. Little did I know what I was about to get myself into.
At first, everything was great. They were nice to me. They invited me to hang out with them and I finally felt like I belonged.
However, little by little things started to get weird. They slowly tried to convince me to do stuff with them that I didn’t feel comfortable with. At first, it was little things, like smoke weed or go out in the middle of the night.
Over time the things started to get more and more out of hand. They wanted me to steal for them and they kept trying to get me to go out in the middle of the woods with them. I just thought it was strange.
I’ll just say that both of these girls seemed really normal at first. They weren’t popular by any means, but they weren’t super weird or anything. They seemed like really chill girls that didn’t take life too seriously. But slowly they started to show their true colors.
Slowly I started to feel a little left out. They had some secrets that they wouldn’t let me in on. They kept having private conversations without me and I felt like their conversations were about me. Especially with the way they’d look at me when they’d whisper amongst themselves.
I was beginning to think their intentions were not all that benevolent. It was during Halloween that things really started to take a turn to a truly disturbing level. They invited me out to some old abandoned house after school. They said it’d be really creepy and it’s supposedly haunted. I was like, okay whatever. I just assumed it was a quiet place to smoke pot without getting caught so I went along with it.
When I met up with them, they both had backpacks. They drove me out to the middle of nowhere in the woods. I started to suspect something seemed wrong. It looked like they were texting each other back and forth. They kept giving me odd glances. I just didn’t feel right about it.
It started to get dark as we walked out to the woods. Marlee dropped her phone without realizing it. I picked it up and it was unlocked. When I started reading their text messages, I felt an unsettling queasy feeling in my stomach. They read as follows.
She doesn’t suspect a thing.
I can’t believe we’re actually going through with this.
What if we get caught?
No one will know, she’s a nobody.
Did you bring the rope and the knife?
It became very clear that they were going to plan on murdering me. I was freaking out. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was having a heart attack.
I stopped dead in my tracks as they continued to walk through the trails without noticing I wasn’t following. Before they realized I wasn’t with them, I took off running in the opposite way. They noticed almost immediately, but luckily I had a good 20 or 30 yards distance between me and them and I was easily faster than them. I outpaced them and as I lost them, I darted into the woods off the trail and decided to hide.
They continued to run past, not realizing I left the trail. When I realized they were far enough away, I immediately called the cops. I told them where I was and that these two girls had a knife and were planning on killing me. They told me to stay hidden and they were on their way.
I did exactly that. However, the girls eventually came back searching for me. They were yelling my name and trying to convince me to come out. At first, they tried to act as if they were my friends, saying they weren’t going to hurt me. They tried to play it off as an elaborate prank. But things took a twisted turn as their true intentions came to light. Luckily I was quick on my feet and recorded their conversation with my phone.
They shouted out how they were going to kill me and gut me like a pig. They went into detail about how they were going to tie me up and torture me. It sickened me. I felt nauseous and I thought I might puke.
The worst part was I could hear their footsteps and they were getting closer and closer. I was afraid they could hear my breathing. I practically clamped my mouth shut.
They were only a few feet away now. That’s when I heard the sound of sirens. I took off sprinting towards them as they took off running in the opposite direction. I got to the police and showed them everything. I gave them Marlee’s phone even though it was password protected, I knew they could get past that. However, it was my recording that gave them everything they needed. They found the two girls and arrested them. They both gave me death glares as they were taken away. I later had to testify against them. It was truly the most traumatic event in my entire life.
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Being a parent is never easy. We often find ourselves obsessing over every painstaking detail of our children’s lives, especially when it comes to their safety. With the internet, the world has become a much more dangerous place. I know the hard way about the dangers of raising children. The story I’m about to tell you was a nightmare that came true.
My name is Lexi and I’m a mother of the most amazing daughter any parent could ever ask for. She had just turned 14 and I couldn’t be more proud of her. She was on the dance team and an honors student. Life hasn’t always been perfect, we’ve had our fair share of arguments, but even with our feuds, I would give anything to keep my daughter safe. That’s why what I’m about to share with you is beyond the worst moment of my life.
It was a day in the fall where school had just started up. Even though my daughter was involved in several after-school activities she decided to take the bus home real fast to get something to eat and change before going on to her dance practice. I worked from home and I remember this day perfectly. I was watching the news at that moment in the afternoon. They were going over a brutal murder.
“What we are about to share with you is not suitable for kids. Police have discovered the body of Calvin Nichols this morning. The MO follows closely to 3 other murders. It seems the man had been subjected to some kind of compound that turned his skin a dark blue. It seems he was tortured. They’re in the process of running an autopsy. However, what links this with the other 3 murders is a junk drive that was wrapped around his neck. They found a video of the victim who was under duress but admitted to sexually assaulting 4 teenage girls. These murders seem to be similar to the Ghost murders, however, the difference is that in these cases, the victims were subjected to chemical compounds earning this killer the name The Chemist. Each victim was either registered sex offenders or was charged but never prosecuted with sex crimes,” the reporter said over the TV as I quickly made my daughter a salad while watching the window for her arrival. Whenever she takes the bus, she always gets dropped off at the corner of the block which is a few houses down.
I remember something was off that day. There had been a white van parked down the street. It just looked out of place and I remember seeing it there a few times before. It just looked suspicious. If only I had reported it to the police…
The bus finally pulled up and my daughter got off as normal. She had her sporty outfit on with a matching pink shirt and pants. She radiated with happiness which filled me with joy. I was just imagining what kind of day she had at school, hoping it was a good one. But then she came across the white van. Her face contorted in fear as the side door slid open and a man in a mask grabbed her and yanked her in. I dropped what I was doing and screamed.
Panic gripped my heart as I grabbed my cell phone and rushed out the door as the van started to drive off while I called the police. It felt like I just got stabbed in the stomach. I could barely form words as the van drove off. It had no license plate on it. I was hysterical as I tried to tell the operator what had just happened. I could barely form a coherent sentence. I had just watched my baby girl get taken. My heart was racing so fast, I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn’t breathe. The operator was telling me to calm down as another car drove by as I frantically told the person on the phone that they took my daughter. Tears were falling down my eyes as they said they were sending a patrol car over now.
After I got off the phone with them, I quickly called my husband and tried to tell him everything. He said he was on his way home. I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I was in shock. It felt like some horrible nightmare. The police arrived just before my husband. I frantically told them what happened. A few more police showed up and I believe one of them was a detective. I remember her name. It was Hallie Everett. She was very calm and went over the details. My husband was a complete mess as he paced around, trying to pull out his hair.
Detective Everett said they put out an APB on the van and they’d do a thorough investigation as if that would make us feel any better. Our daughter was taken by only god knows who for who knows what means.
“You need to find her. You need to find her,” I said hysterically. I felt like everything was spiraling out of control. They told us to remain here in case she or her kidnappers tried to contact us. James, my husband wouldn’t just stand by as some maniac made off with our daughter. He took his truck and went out to search for her while I waited by the phone, praying to god to hear her voice one more time. They stationed a patrol car outside our house. Praying desperately not to hear the worst news any parent could ever hear. I just couldn’t face that fact. I won’t accept it. I just had to pray she’d be returned to us safely.
It was worse than any nightmare. I had to just wait there while some psychopath had my daughter. I’ve never felt more helpless in my life. Every second that passed by felt like an hour as I just stared at my phone, waiting for it to ring. I had the TV on with the news so I could have something to drown out the fears running rampant in my head.
Each and every minute that went by felt like my daughter was falling farther and farther away. I broke down and cried. I finally broke as the fears ate at me. All I wanted was to hold my baby girl. I just wanted to reassure her everything was going to be okay. God, how could this happen? She looked so happy when she got off that bus. I should’ve been there waiting for her. If only I had been there. I could’ve stopped it or at the very least I’d be with her.
Hours went by and it was well into the night and still no phone call. I was starting to lose my mind as all the terrifying possibilities burned into my thoughts. Where is my baby girl? I pray that she’s still alive. I pray that no harm has come to her. If something happened to her, I… I could never forgive myself.
Then the phone finally rang. My heart stopped as I stared at it filled with dread. The second ring pulled me out of my trance as I hastily picked it up and answered it. It was Detective Everett. They found her. She’s safe. I felt like I could breathe again. They brought her to the station.
I rushed to my car and called my husband while I sped to the police station. I met my husband at the police station where we found our baby girl. She looked so afraid and worried. She ran to us immediately as we both held her in our arms. Tears fell from my eyes as I held her tight. I never felt so relieved in my life. To have my baby girl safe back in my arms is beyond anything a mother could ever hope for. I felt so filled with joy at that moment, nonstop tears ran down my face. When we finally settled down, the detective pulled us aside. I thanked her profusely as I tried to calm myself. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
She then told us what happened. Apparently, someone called the police and reported the van. However, when the police arrived the scene was horrendous. They found the man that took my daughter strapped to a chair. His face had been melted off and there was a junk drive tied around his neck. They found my daughter in a bedroom upstairs with headphones on her ears. She had not been harmed.
She told them that after they arrived at the kidnapper’s house, he took her to the bedroom. She was crying and pleading with him. He took off his mask to reveal an old man with long grey wiry hair that was starting to bald. He had a thick gut and a scar on his left eye. He started to unbuckle his pants when someone broke in downstairs. He went down to investigate when a struggle broke out. A few minutes later a man she didn’t recognize walked up. He was kind, untied her and he gave her headphones and he told her to put them on and listen to music because he didn’t want her to hear what he was going to do to the man who took her. She held the headphones tight to her ears as she heard terrifying screams come from downstairs. He said all the terrible things he did to other girls, but she tried not to listen.
Before she knew it, he came back up and told her to wait here. The police would arrive shortly and she’d be reunited with her family and then he left. Not long after the detective arrived to find the perp strapped to a chair with his face melted off and he was dead. She found our daughter in the bedroom.
The news broke the story that night after we got home. They reported about the kidnapping of our daughter and how the Chemist had struck again, saving our daughter.
To the Chemist, if you are reading this, whoever you are… Thank you. Because of you, our daughter is safe now. I will never forget this. I don’t think there is anything we could ever do or say to show our gratitude for saving our daughter. To all the parents out there, just please, keep your children safe. The world is a dangerous place. If you see something suspicious, report it. Don’t second guess, don’t hesitate, take action.
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This story is unlike my others because it is loosely based on a true story of a video interview I saw on Instagram. That being said, obviously, the characters within the story are fictional and created from my own imagination even though the events of the story are based on truth. I think it’s important to always remain vigilant. The world is a dark and dangerous place.
Lilly Ross
What I’m about to tell you is one of my worst fears that nearly came true. My name is Lilly Ross and I am a mother of 3 amazing children. What happened is proof that you must always stay aware of your surroundings. It all happened while I was at a grocery store with two of my 3 children. My oldest was at home, being at an age where he could watch himself. My younger 2 children are both girls 3 and 7.
I normally like to park near the back because getting the stroller out can be quite a hassle and I just like to do it where there aren’t a whole lot of other people so I’m not in the way. Anyway, I was getting my children out of the car, putting my youngest in the stroller while my older daughter waited impatiently in the car. That’s when I noticed a couple parked not far from me. They stayed in their car for the longest time and I couldn’t help but think they were watching me and my kids. At first, I thought they were going to offer help because I was clearly struggling with the stroller and they were staring at me, but after a few minutes, they just stayed in their car watching. I thought nothing of it at the time, however, once I got my youngest in the stroller and got my oldest out of the car, we made our way into the store and I noticed the couple get out behind me. They followed us into the store. Again, I thought nothing of it.
As we went about our way, picking up essential items, the couple continued to follow us, however, they didn’t appear to be shopping. They had nothing in their hands and they were clearly watching us. Whenever I looked over at them, they’d quickly glance away.
While I turned the corner and came into the next aisle, that’s when I heard them talking. They were clearly speaking about my children. I could hear them saying the details and characteristics of my kids. Brown hair, green eyes, one’s about 4 years old and the other’s about 7, both girls. My heart raced as I listened to their conversation. I was truly mortified. I thought for a second, that I wasn’t hearing them right, but when they turned the corner into our aisle, I saw the man talking on the phone and his eyes darted straight towards my kids before quickly glancing away.
It was at this point I realized the severity of the situation. I quickly pulled out my phone and called my husband. I told him exactly what was going on with clear panic in my voice. To make matters worse, he was at least an hour away for business. My heart was racing so fast, I felt like I was having a panic attack. I quickly took my kids and rushed for the checkout. The couple followed. I saw the man grab something off the shelf and made it for the checkout line behind me. Fortunately, a woman in front of me let me cut. Even though my kids were behaving well enough, she saw that I only had a few items and was very kind enough to let me go ahead of her.
I quickly checked out and rushed into the parking lot. I saw the couple discard their items and take off behind me with a brisk pace. To my horror, there was a big white van parked next to my car. I quickly put my older daughter in the car first and got my youngest out of the stroller and got her buckled in next. I considered leaving the stroller and items as I saw the couple approach. They practically circled the car. As I clicked open the back trunk to quickly throw my stroller and the few items I had bought, I lost sight of the couple. I was in a panic as I locked the doors to the car so they wouldn’t be able to take my kids without taking the keys from me. I heard car doors open and shut from the van. My heart was pounding inside my chest. My hands were shaking as I struggled to get the groceries in and quickly break down the stroller. I kept fumbling with the locks on the stroller as I kept looking up to see if the couple were still lurking.
An old man and a younger woman pulled up across on the other side of the rear of my car. I saw the old man’s eyes go wide and to my relief, he quickly shouted if I needed any help. I said yes immediately. As I turned around for the stroller I nearly had a heart attack. There were two men standing behind me. They backed away immediately as the old man and whom I guess was his caretaker or daughter quickly made their way over. The two men tried to act as if they were coming to help but quickly walked over to the white van, got in, and drove away. The couple also got into their car and drove off.
If it weren’t for that old man’s kindness, I could’ve lost my children that day. Looking back, there were so many things I could’ve done differently, but when you’re in the moment and filled with fear, you don’t act rationally. Since that day, I’ve started to take many precautions. I park as close as I can, I now carry mace and I’m in the process of getting a carry permit. I also should’ve called the police immediately. I will never put myself or my children in a situation like that ever again.
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Every mother’s worst nightmare is having some sicko take their child away from them. Especially in today’s day and age, you can never be too careful. What I’m about to tell you is a nightmare that almost came true. I’m a mother to a 13-year-old daughter. I’m not going to tell you her name for obvious reasons.
We had always been close as she grew up and I love her dearly. Recently, she seemed to distance herself. I wasn’t sure if it was just because she’s now a teenager or if there was something else going on. She seemed wrapped up with her cellphone that I recently gave her for her 13th birthday, but what teenager isn’t?
I of course didn’t want to be one of those parents that invaded my daughter’s privacy, but I was starting to worry about her. She wasn’t eating, she spent most of her time in her room and she stopped talking to me. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I couldn’t just do nothing.
I’ve read many different articles and Reddit posts about cyberbullying and I was afraid that my daughter was being bullied online.
One day while my daughter went out to visit a friend, I was doing laundry and I went into her room to get her dirty clothes when I saw a message pop up on her phone. She must’ve forgotten her phone, which I had found was so unlike her. I couldn’t resist the urge to look. The message I saw really was horrible. I quickly opened her phone and discovered something truly disturbing. My daughter had been chatting with a stranger she had met online. He was grooming her and had resorted to blackmailing. Apparently, he managed to convince her to take photos of her and now he was using them to blackmail her with.
That’s when I read a text message that truly made me feel sick. He told her to come over to the address today or he would show everyone the pictures of her. I quickly called my daughter’s friend that she said she’d be with and to my horror her friend’s mother said she never came. I quickly called the police and told them exactly what I read in my daughter’s text messages, giving them the address as I rushed to get my keys, bolting to the car.
I punched the address into my GPS and floored down the road. I had gotten there just after the police. They had a man in handcuffs and I found my daughter sitting with a policewoman. I raced over to her and she was visibly shaken, but fortunately, she wasn’t hurt. If I had acted any later than I had, the story might have been different.
Apparently, this man was apart of a sex trafficking ring and there’s no telling what would’ve happened to my daughter if I had not read her messages. It just goes to show how dangerous this world really is, especially with technology.
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I will never hitchhike ever again. The story I’m about to tell you is the reason why you shouldn’t either. My name is Holly and I was 15 years old at the time that this happened. I had just recently gotten into a fight with my mother. I don’t even remember what we argued about, it was over something stupid and petty.
Anyway, I packed a bag and left just like that. I was so mad at her I couldn’t bear living there anymore. Fuming with anger, I decided to hitchhike and get as far away from the shitty town I was trapped in as possible.
The roads were unusually empty on a normally busy highway and it was really hot out. Probably one of the hottest days we had in a long time. It wasn’t long before I broke out in a sweat under the grueling sun.
I had been walking for some time now when a car finally came my way. I stuck out my thumb, praying whoever was driving was kind enough to stop and hoping they weren’t a psycho. To my relief, a man in a Ford Taurus stopped and rolled down his window. He must’ve been in his early thirties and had a charming smile. I’ll admit that I found him rather hot. He had wavy brown hair and smoldering blue eyes. He had a small scar on his left cheek which gave him a bad boy look.
“Need a lift?” he asked me.
“That would be great!” I said and I hopped in.
He took off. “So, where are you heading?”
“Anywhere but here,” I said.
“Ahh, so you’re on the run, are you?” He asked with a smile that made me feel warm inside.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I said.
“Who are you running from? Parents?” he asked.
“Yep. Got in a fight with my mom,” I said.
“How old are you?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously. I felt a sudden tension.
“I’m 15,” I said.
“Oh you don’t say,” he says with a slight curve to his lips. Something about the way he said it made me feel a little uneasy.
We went a few more miles in silence when I finally spoke up. “So where are you heading?” I asked.
“Anywhere but here,” he said with a laugh. I smiled politely but I didn’t find the answer all that amusing. There was something odd about him. I couldn’t place it, but I felt that I may have seen his face before.
I heard something bang in the trunk. “What was that?” I asked.
“Nothing…” He said and then he turned the radio on.
“About 6’1’’, brown hair, blue eyes with a small scar on his left cheek. He is armed and dangerous and if you see this man you need to call the police immedia…” He quickly turned the radio off and eyed me suspiciously. I could feel my heart sink into my stomach. What was that about? I made sure not to look at him as I felt frozen in my seat. Armed and dangerous? And that description matched this man sitting in the driver’s seat almost perfectly.
Who the fuck did I just get into a car with? My heart was beating faster as we continued to drive down the road. 100s of different possibilities raced through my mind. What if he was a serial killer? Or a rapist? I thought for sure I wasn’t going to survive the trip with this man. He could easily pull off on some back road and end my life.
I made sure to keep my eyes on the road as we drove in completely nerve-wracking silence. Neither of us spoke a word. All I could hear was the engine of the car and the beat of my own heart. I began to sweat even though it was rather cold with the AC on. I can’t believe this is happening!
The argument I had with my mother seemed so stupid now. I really wanted to apologize, but now I felt that I might not ever see her again. I’m pretty sure the last thing I said to her was that I hated her. God, I’m so stupid! The worst part is that I didn’t even have a cellphone. She took it from me. So I had no way of calling the police. I’m also pretty sure he has someone in the trunk. I keep hearing thumping and pounding going on back there.
To my relief, I saw that he was low on gas and he eventually pulled off to the nearest gas station. He looked at me and his once smoldering blue eyes seemed cold and malice. “You should stay in the car.”
I nodded, but my mind was racing with thoughts on how to get the fuck out of my current situation. As he got out and started to fill his car I saw my chance as a police car pulled in. I saw the uneasy way he shifted as he saw them. He quickly finished pumping gas and walked in to pay. I rushed out of the car and ran to them. I immediately told them everything that happened and to my relief, they went in to question him. I quickly went in to see what was going to happen. That’s when I saw a picture of his face on the top of a newspaper. It said he was wanted for rape, murder and was extremely armed and dangerous.
There was a loud crash in the gas station. I looked up to see the police had tased him and were now arresting him. They looked into the man’s trunk and there was a young woman about my age tied up. It happened to be her car and he managed to sneak up on her after she got out of work. The police were nice enough to give me a ride home. I quickly went up to my mother in tears and hugged her, telling her I was so sorry and I loved her.
I couldn’t even imagine what could’ve happened if the police hadn’t shown up at that gas station. Never will I ever again get into a car with a stranger.
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What I’m about to tell you is why I will never use a dating site ever again. I was going to college at the time and was in my third year. A little about me, my name is Alexis, I’m a female and I’ve been told I’m attractive. I was 21 at the time this happened.
For whatever reason, I really had a hard time with men. I attributed this to being busy with classes, but I was getting a little lonely and a bit depressed. I decided to give online dating a try. I made a profile and uploaded some really nice photos before writing up a halfway decent bio. I had a bunch of matches, however, most of them seemed to only have 1 intention, to hook up. I wanted something more serious.
I finally matched on a really hot guy who had a great smile and dark silky black hair. We hit it off instantly. We had a series of long deep conversations about life and philosophy. We had similar views on politics and things were going really great. One thing led to another and he ended up asking me out on a date.
Of course, I accepted. We met up at a very nice restaurant. To my relief, I hadn’t been catfished. He looked exactly like his pictures and he had the most amazing smile.
We hit it off great. There never seemed to be a pause in the conversation. We just went from one topic to the other in a flow of interesting subjects. He had captured my interest. However, at one point I had to use the restroom. When I got back, he had ordered us drinks.
We continued the conversation without missing a beat as the evening led on. We had a few more drinks when I noticed something very odd. I was starting to feel very out of it. I felt like I was slowly losing control. I quickly got up and excused myself to the bathroom once more. I pulled my phone out and texted my best friend and told her I think I had been drugged. I shared with her my phone’s location. My memory got a bit hazy after this.
I remember walking out of the restroom and… I think he was waiting for me there. Next thing I knew I was in his car. When I woke up next, I was strung up by a hook. As my eyes adjusted I noticed I was in some kind of warehouse. There seemed to be dried blood everywhere. My heart began to race as I started to panic. I began to cry hysterically.
“Oh shut up, no one is going to hear you so you can scream all you like,” that familiar voice said. I looked over to see the guy I was on a date withstanding over by a table. He was wearing an apron and appeared to be sharpening a knife. My heart sank into my stomach and I felt nauseous. Tears fell from my eyes. I tried to talk, but I was gagged. “You’re probably wondering why I have you tied up in the middle of an old warehouse. Well, as it turns out I have somewhat of a gruesome fetish. I like to carve people open and watch them bleed. I’ve tortured and murdered loads of women just like you. It never gets old.”
His laugh made me want to throw up. I was helpless and now I was about to die in such a horrifying manner. I sobbed hysterically as he walked up with a really sharp long knife. I recognized it as a filet knife my dad would always use to clean fish. I felt very queasy as he brought the knife up to my skin.
Suddenly the sounds of sirens pulled his attention away. The police suddenly burst into the warehouse with their guns raised. They somehow managed to arrest him. I was freed from my bindings by a detective. She said if it wasn’t for my friend using my location tracker I sent her with my phone, they would’ve never found me.
It turns out he has tortured and murdered over 15 other women before he kidnapped me. I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t get that text off. I haven’t been on another date to this day.
The End.
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