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. 

The End

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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. 

The End.

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A quick note from Solaris Night:

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. 

The End.

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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. 

The End.

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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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I have just recently tried online dating and I will never try another online dating site ever again. What I’m about to share with you has left me living in fear and hopefully will warn you about the dangers of online dating. I just turned 23 not that long ago and I moved out on my own after I graduated college. And for context, I am a female. I dated a bit in college, but after I left, I focused on my work and my social life fell to the sidelines. 

After a series of lonely nights on Netflix, I had made an account on one of the major online dating platforms. After uploading a few really cute photos and writing a really nice bio, I started swiping left and right on potential guys. I went through over a hundred profiles before I finally had a match with a really hot guy. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a head of wavy dark brown hair. 

We hit it off instantly, messaging back and forth. It turned out we had a lot in common. We both had the same taste in music and it turned out he loved to read just as much as I did. We talked for hours about Nicholas Sparks’ books and the latest Ariana Grande track. I had never met a guy who shared my taste in music and liked to read the same books as me. It was a nice change of pace. 

Our conversations lasted from dusk till dawn. However, I felt like I was doing most of the talking. He was a really good listener. I told him all about my life at work and the latest gossip about my coworkers. I shared facts about myself that I never told anyone. I felt so comfortable with this guy. I felt like I could tell him anything. 

He started to ask if I wanted to meet up. At first, I was a little apprehensive. I realized I didn’t know much about him. I did most of the sharing while he listened and asked questions, but I really wanted to meet him. I really liked talking to him so I agreed to meet with him in person. 

He mentioned coming to pick me up, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that. I suggested we meet at a nice coffee shop I usually went to on weekends. He said he preferred to go somewhere less crowded. He suggested we go for a hike in the woods. I wasn’t so sure about this but I reluctantly agreed. We made plans to meet at 4 o’clock on Saturday. 

I got there a bit early and stayed in my car. For some reason, I just felt odd about it all, but I was hopeful with the conversations we had, but I still kept my doors locked. I turned my car off but kept the radio on. I waited until I got a text asking me where I was. I told him I was in the parking lot and asked him where he was. 

He said he was on his way. He said he’d meet me by the entrance to the trails. I was very apprehensive about this and decided to wait in my car until I saw him pull up. Thank god I did. I noticed a white van parked not too far from me with a man and a girl inside. They were watching me intently. They looked very out of place. 

After waiting for 10 minutes or so, I shot him a text asking him how far away he was? He said he already pulled up and was waiting at the trail entrance. I thought there was no way he could have slipped by me as the park was empty besides me and the people in the van. There was no way I was getting out of my car. I waited there a bit longer and received several messages from him. He asked if I was coming.

I asked him to come to the parking lot, he refused. That’s when I saw something strange. I clearly saw the girl in the van texting and as soon as I received a text message she’d look up over at me. I don’t know if this was a coincidence or if she was the one who was texting me after all. 

The text I received said he was waiting for me and if I didn’t come soon he’d leave. At this point, there was no way I was getting out of my car. I then decided to facetime him. That way it’d prove he is who he said he was. As I started the facetime, I looked over at the van and saw the woman’s phone light up. They immediately canceled the call.

I then decided to call the police and report everything. They said they’d send someone out to where I was. I got a text saying if I didn’t come out, he was going to leave. I didn’t fall for it. Instead, I said I’d be there in a minute. Just had to fix something. I was trying to stall for the police to get here. That’s when the back door to the van opened up and two men in masks got out. By now I was truly freaked out. I tried to start my car but to my horror, the battery had died. It wouldn’t even turn over. I was not truly terrified as the men walked over to my car. My heart was racing as they told me to roll down my window. I refused. They tried to open my car door and thank god I kept it locked. One of them headed back to the van and pulled out a crowbar. I was now on the verge of tears as he walked up to the passenger side of my car and started to bash the window. 

I pleaded with them to leave me alone. I was now crying hysterically as the man continued to hit the window with the crowbar, it started to crack. The other man was making threatening gestures and was telling me all the things they were going to do to me. I truly thought they were going to take me as the crowbar managed to smash my window open. 

As he unlocked the door and proceeded to get in my car, to my relief a police car pulled up right then and there. Two officers got out with their weapons drawn. Another police car pulled up behind them as the men raised their hands. 

They were all arrested. What was truly horrifying is what they found in that van. There was chloroform, rope, handcuffs, duct tape, and weapons. Everything you needed to kidnap someone. Apparently, the girl was the one texting me. She had our entire conversation on her phone. It turns out they were part of a huge human trafficking ring. It scares me to imagine what could’ve happened if the police didn’t arrive when they did. I haven’t been on a dating site ever since.

The End.

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The internet is a scary place. I definitely know being an amateur hacker. Or at least I was before something happened that caused me to delete all my information and destroy my computers. A little about myself, I’m a 24-year-old with a degree in software engineer and cybersecurity. 

I had always had this fascination with the dark web, not that I had any intentions of actually using the dark web. It’s the whole secrecy that really caught my obsession. I spent a lot of time learning how to hack and navigate the dark web. 

Anyway, I had been surfing through the dark web using Tor (The Onion Router) browser and a premium VPN (Virtual Private Network) to keep myself anonymous by encrypting my data and routing the connection through the Onion network of volunteer-run servers. However, this browser doesn’t prevent my ISP (Internet Service Provider) from recognizing I’m using Tor itself. The VPN is perfect for browsing the Dark Web. A VPN ensures that Data is never stored, and everything resets when the servers reboot. It uses a proven no-logs policy and an automatic kill switch, it ensures my data remains secure (non-existent!) and prevents any IP address leaks. It also automatically provides a new IP address at random intervals so I can’t be tracked and people won’t be able to find where I live. 

Anyway, I was searching through the dark web and discovered a black box which essentially is used to ensure the storage and preservation of such vast volumes of content. An Internet Archive that has a way to parse, index, and physically encode the data while avoiding degradation and ensuring accessibility in unknown future formats, 

It’s basically a middle man. Anyway, my interest was peaked. I decided to attempt to hack into it. It was a rather tricky riddle and I was foiled several times, but I managed to break through and found myself in a chat room that was about to stream a video. Upon entering, I was immediately greeted by an unknown user. 

They said they hadn’t seen me before and were curious about how I got here. I didn’t quite know what to say so I told them I got an invitation. They asked me from who? I said it was a friend and I didn’t want to give out their name. That’s when the user told me that if they find out I was lying they’d find me and I’d be the next guest to provide entertainment. That thoroughly crept me out. 

After that, the user didn’t say much. Soon the stream started and it showed a middle-aged woman tied up to what looked like a surgical table. My heart started to race as I watched her struggle and cry. 

I continued to look at my screen as they proceeded to torture her. They first started to cut off her fingers as she screamed out in pain. I felt sick to my stomach. I ended up throwing up in my garbage, however, my eyes were glued to the screen as they continued to cut this woman up. It got to a point where the poor woman was unrecognizable. 

Then my heart sank into my stomach as I received another message from that same user. He said that no one invited me. That’s when I found that someone was trying to hack into my computer. To my horror, I found that my VPN was turned off. 

I immediately tried to exit the chat room, however, it became too late, they hacked my computer. I unplugged my computer from the wall and then destroyed all of my devices. I was so scared at this point, I didn’t care about their worth. I even packed up all my stuff and left as soon as I could. I have been on the run ever since, always looking over my shoulder. I can’t even sleep at night.  To this day, I live in constant fear for my life. 

The End.

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The story I’m about to tell you is a perfect example of how dark this world really is. I was a 15-year-old high school girl at the time and I finally convinced my parents to give me a smartphone. I started an Instagram account not long after.

I had been posting on it for almost a year, mostly about my day to day life with loads of selfies, nothing special, when one of my best friends, Collin, messaged me a link to another profile. When I checked the profile out my stomach tightened. This profile was dedicated to me. It had reposted all of my photos. But what really gave me the creeps were the videos and photos that had been taken of me by someone else. I didn’t recognize the photos. They had been taken without my knowledge. 

There were loads of them. Some of them while I was at school. Some of them while I played basketball. There were even some with me at home. A few were taken while I was changing in my room. I was horrified. I immediately reported the account. I even went as far as to reach out to my parents who reported it to the cops. 

However, it didn’t end there. It wasn’t long after that the account was deleted another account popped up with even more photos and videos of me. They were new ones. Whoever had taken them was still stalking me. 

Even worse, they started to DM me. The messages were really disturbing. Telling me how they loved to watch me change and they sent me a video of me sleeping. I was truly freaked out. Once again, I went to my parents who filed another police report. However, this did nothing to dissuade my stalker. 

They continued to create more accounts to harass me. The DMs continued to get even more disturbing. They said how they would love to get their hands on me and what they’d do once they got me alone with them. The things they said I can’t repeat. This went on for months. Every time I’d report them, their account would be deleted and a new one would spring up with even more photos of me. Of course, I made sure to close my windows at home and make sure they were locked. I even went as far as to delete my own account and all my other social media accounts.

Somehow they got my number and continued to harass me, sending me more photos and videos of me that were taken while I was unaware. Every time I blocked their number, they’d text me with a new one. It got to the point where I became afraid to leave my house, not that I felt safe there either. 

They started texting me how they were going to kidnap me and all the terrible things they were going to do to me once they’d taken me. It felt like no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape them. I just wanted it all to stop.

One day I noticed something about one of the videos they sent me. I could barely make out a reflection in the video. And who I saw truly made me sick. In that reflection was my best friend Collin’s face. I went straight to my parents and they took me to the police. They brought Collin in and searched all of his electronic devices. Sure enough, they were filled with photos and pictures of me. They even found a shrine of me in his closet. I never felt more betrayed in my entire life. It just goes to show that you really don’t know who you can trust. 

I went to his hearing and he lost it, yelling at me that no one would love me as he could. Only he deserved to have me. No one else. I had a hard time trusting people after that. Collin went to juvie for a long time. However, I just recently heard he’s going to get out soon. 

I’ve gone to extreme precautions to distance myself from him. I even went to the lengths to legally change my name. It’s safe to say I haven’t been on social media since.

The End.

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What I’m about to tell you will be very difficult for me to talk about. It was by far one of the scariest moments of my life. My name is Amber and I’m a college student. This horrifying event took place about a year ago during my sophomore year. 

I had created an Instagram account and I’ve been posting to it avidly since high school. It recently blew up, gaining me loads of followers. I’m not going to lie, the pictures I was posting were rather scandalous. I’m not proud of them, but I’m a broke college student desperate for some extra cash. Anyway, my account started to gain a lot of attention. Mostly from guys who usually post disgusting comments about the things they’d like to do to me. I just brushed them off, but I also started making friends with other influencers. 

I heavily started to network with other “instamodels” so I could increase my following and hopefully gain some sponsors to start making some money. I definitely didn’t aspire to work a dreaded 9-5 job. I watched my parents work their lives away in jobs they hated and I didn’t want to follow down the same path. 

Anyway, I had over 400k followers at the time and received an interesting invitation. It was for an Influencer event. It looked legit. There were going to be speakers that would share secrets to grow your following, other influencers to network with, and potential sponsors there. It got me excited and it was too good to pass up. Not only that, but it was also here in LA, which is where I was currently living at the time. 

Now, here’s where things started to get odd. I mentioned the event to my influencer friends. None of them received an invitation. It surprised me because most of them had 10x the followers I had. Surely they’d get invited to something like this before I would. Even so, there was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity. 

So just to be safe, I invited a guy friend of mine whom I knew has wanted to date me for some time now. Gavin is his name and he’s one of those gymaholics who is built like a bus. He definitely didn’t want to miss an opportunity to go to an event where it’d be mostly instamodels even if he did have eyes for me. 

So he drove us out to where this event was supposed to be held which apparently was out in the middle of nowhere. That should’ve been cause to turn around, but I really needed those sponsors. We pulled up to what looked like a pole barn. It looked very sketchy. 

Both Gavin and I knew something had to be up. However, Gavin wanted to know what was inside. I just wanted to get out of there at this point, but I let him talk me into going inside. We hesitantly walked up to the building and walked in. It was dark inside and I pleaded with Gavin to leave. He wanted to see what the hell this was all about. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. I grabbed onto his arm and followed him inside. My heart was pounding inside my chest. 

We found a table and what was on the table nearly made me throw up. There were pictures. Pictures of me. There were some where I was walking to class. Some of me in my apartment. There were some of me changing!

“You were supposed to come alone,” A voice echoed out from the darkness. Both Gavin and I looked at each other before we both ran out of there. We rushed into the car as several masked men chased us out. Be barely got into the car and locked the doors as they tried to pull the door handles. Gavin floored it out of there. I still can’t believe we managed to escape. I took that as a lesson that if something sounds too good to be true, it definitely is. I’ve been looking over my shoulder ever since. 

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I’m about to tell you something that happened to me that I will never be able to forget. It happened when I was only 15. My name is Alayna Caldwell and like all 15-year-old teenage girls, I was saving up for my first car so I didn’t have the luxury of turning down good-paying jobs and that’s where this all started. My neighbors were going out of town for the entire day and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. They had just moved here not that long ago.

When they offered to pay me to watch their house and let their dog out at first I thought twice about it. You see, my neighbors, Tyler and Lacey Alston are rather strange. They’re most likely in their early 50s and give me bad vibes. Mr. Alston was a scrawny man with a scruffy face and dark eyes that were layered in bags. Mrs. Alston tried her best to stay young with her dirty blonde hair that was obviously dyed. She had a terrible smoking habit and she too developed bags under her eyes.

They constantly go on about how pretty I look and the way they stare at me makes my skin crawl. However, when they offered to pay me $100 to stay the night with their dog, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

They said they’d be gone until the next morning, but they’re still might be an opportunity they would return earlier. They made it clear not to go down in the basement and to stay out of the room on the second floor. Mr. Alston added that it’d be best if I just kept to the living room and the kitchen. They keep their dog, Jackie, a rottweiler, in the laundry room on the first floor. It wouldn’t stop barking all the while they were talking to me. It seemed rather angry. What was really odd was as soon as they left it seemed to calm down. It was very friendly with me.

It wasn’t long before I had the house to myself, besides Jackie. I took him out for a walk before resting in the living to watch some TV. The news talked about a missing girl about my age with dark black hair named Paula Edwards. She was very pretty. Thoughts ran through my mind of all the horrible possibilities of what could’ve happened to her. The distinct possibility that I could’ve been her ran through my thoughts. She too was a cheerleader and lived in the city next to ours. I pushed the thought from my mind as I quickly changed it to one of the reality shows I enjoyed watching.

As the day turned dark and it became late in the evening, I snuck out to smoke some pot and let the dog out. As we returned, the dog went straight for the door to the basement and started clawing at it. I thought that was odd. I could’ve sworn I heard noises coming from the basement. It sounded like muffled screams. I tried to chalk it up to my stoned paranoia. However, as the night carried on, the noises didn’t cease. I tried the door but it was locked. My curiosity got the best of me and I started to search the rest of the house. Now this was really strange. All of the other rooms were empty except for the room they said to stay out of which was also locked. There was no sign that anyone had been living here, let alone two people.

I got to the point where I couldn’t help it anymore, I had to know what was down there. The locked door had the kind of lock that you could easily shove a nail or something thin in and click it unlocked. I used to pull this trick on my older sister all the time when she took too long in the bathroom. As soon as the door opened, the dog rushed down the stairs. I grabbed my phone and turned the light on as I slowly climbed down the dark stairs. The noise was now unmistakable. It was a person. Their groans were being muffled out. I could hear the dog whimpering.

I could hardly make out anything in the dark as I crept forward with my little flashlight. However, as I crept down the basement, the things I saw in the light of my phone’s flashlight, started to terrify me. There were shackles, cages, and things I can’t begin to explain. My heart was thumping faster than ever as I continued to look through the basement. I heard the muffled sounds of a person along with the whimpering of the dog.

I cast my light over to where the sound came from and nearly shrieked. Chained to a pipe and gagged was a girl with black hair. She was dirty and it looked as if she’d been crying. Her eyes had dark spots around them. I quickly called the cops as I rushed over to her and took the gag out of her mouth. The dog was licking her face, and stayed by her side.

She immediately pleaded with her to help her. They kidnapped her and had been keeping her down here in their basement. The police arrived not long after. They identified her as the missing girl from the town over.

If things couldn’t get any worse, what they found in the room on the second floor was beyond creepy. They had pictures of me, rope, bindings, Chloroform, and other horrifying items. Apparently, they planned to come back later that night and kidnap me too. The rest of the house was empty and apparently, they only used the house to keep their victim.

The worst thing was that they still haven’t been caught. They’re out there somewhere, probably still kidnapping girls. I now live in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder. Afraid I could find them in my home waiting for me. On a side note, the dog happened to be the victim, Paula Edward’s dog. It certainly explains the odd behavior. Paula and I had become very close friends since then.

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