this took place after i graduated high schooland moved away from my family. i moved up to alaska again,and i say again, because ilived there before and attended college there. conveniently, my mother had been renting outour old house instead of selling it. i had to work quite a bit to keep up the payments,but my mother pitched in, thankfully. i should make you aware, that i had recentlybroken up with a girl who had been staying with me in the old house i was renting throughmy mother, and this breakup was unclean and dysfunctional, much like the relationshipitself was. it was winter break, which means i would bespending more time inside than i normally would. it was somewhat lonely in the house,being without a stable girlfriend then. also,
there’s no neighbors really to speak of,as the house was in an extremely wooded region a few miles out of town. one late afternoon, soon after i thought thewhole breakup predicament had come to a close, i was made quite aware that it wasn’t. mycell phone began ringing and ringing from an unknown number (cliche, i know.) and idecided to pick up. it was, of course, my ex. she began telling me about how great hernew boyfriend is and how horrible i was and am, the sort of talk that you can almost smellthe booze off the caller’s breathe from miles away. i actually listened, until she decided tohand the phone to her boyfriend, where he
was instead sounding oddly threatening andi decided to hang up in the most polite manner possible: with a “fuck you†and a “havea nice day.â€. days later, with my mind beginning to forgetthe most certainly drunken phone call, i’m laying on the living room couch watching sometv. while laying there, i notice something quite unsettling: a person standing in thewindow behind me. how did i notice this, you ask? the reflection from the tv screen, ishow. i didn’t move, not an inch. i had no gun,i had no knife, i had nothing but my wit and my fists. i just lay there, watching the reflection.eventually, it moved away from the window. that normally wouldn’t spook me, but i wastaking into account that, one, the house was
nowhere near another so that’s a red flag.two, if someone was just wanting to talk, they’d knock. and three, i was most certainit was that boyfriend of her’s. nothing became of that situation, but similarsituations continued, such as a car pulling into the driveway and no one getting out andleaving inconspicuously. this was worrisome at the least, but i didn’t suspect a truethreat. a few days later, i’m laying in bed at night.it was very late and i was getting ready to sleep. i get another call from an unknownnumber. it is her, but this time she’s asking me to come outside and come see her becauseshe wants to deliver an apology. at the time i was thinking, oh, shall we say,“fuck offâ€.
though, i still went outside to see what thedeal was. i open the door and of course it’s incredibly dark. i say into the phone, “i’moutside.â€. “come around back.â€. with this, i begin to walk on the snow coveredground into the darkness with my just-put-on boots. the motion light turns on as i crossthe garage and the driveway. the snow masking the ground is tinted yellow by the light.i round the corner of the garage and turn my phone to see. there’s a road that runs behind my houseand connects to the driveway by bending, and i make my way towards the road. the snow crunchesbeneath my boots as i get ever closer. there’s
a part in the trees that allows me to walkstraight to the road, otherwise one would have to make his way around the entirety ofthe driveway, and i reach this part. i ask into the phone, “where are you?â€â€œin the car, i see you.â€. i step unto the road and see her car parkeda few dozen feet away from me with the lights dimmed.“so, what’s the deal?â€. “i just want to talk. come here.†i approach the car and make my way aroundto the passenger side and i finally see her face. she waves me in and i go ahead and oblige,sitting down in the car. i look at her and she says, “look, i’m sorry. i know i’vebeen a real bitch lately.â€.
“no, it’s ok. i really wasn’t good toyou and i deserve it.†“i don’t agree but-†then, she abruptly stops speaking becausecar lights start shining from behind us. naturally, i assume it’s her boyfriend, and by thelook on her face, she did, too. the car parks behind us and sure enough, the boyfriend getsout and storms over to my side of the car. he yanks on the door handle and the door swingsopen and he attempts to grab me, but i grabbed his wrist and got out of the car.“what the fuck do you think you’re doing with her, huh?!â€â€œwe were talking, and i was about to leave.â€. “bullshit! you’re trying to fucking bangher!.â€
“look, i’m trying to sleep, i’m in nomood to do anything.â€. he gave me this look of utter enragement beforeswinging at me and missing. a little scuffle ensued and all that happened was him swearingand eventually slipping and falling before yelling at us both, “i’ll fucking killyou!â€. i just stood by her car as he pulled away.she gave me a lift back to the house and i invited her in and she obliged. it was latein the night and i suggested she lock her car if she was going to stay the night andshe, again, obliged. we slept upstairs in my bed before i awokehours later. there was a banging at the backdoor, and i knew this because the backdoor was directlybelow my room. she woke up too and said, “oh
my god.â€. i stand up quickly and go to my closet andreach behind the coats that i’ll never wear and grabbed my louisville slugger. she wassitting upright in my bed with her hands seemingly embarrassingly covering her eyes.i didn’t say anything before walking down the stairs slowly, attempting to be silent.the lights were off and there’s no windows on the staircase, and the banging on the backdoorhad audibly ceased. i held the bat tightly, making sure it didn’tbang into the wall to signal my position at the time. i remember how slowly i steppeddown, especially on the bottom three steps which were always the creakiest.
once i reached the last step i froze, andwhat i heard still gives me chills to this day. the hardwood floors creak around thebottom of the staircase, and there was a creaking that was growing closer and closer. i raisedthe bat above my head, ready to slam whoever it was right on the top of the head. the creakinggrew closer until i could hear it from my side, and i planned to swing as soon as itwas in front of me. i listened ever so carefully, holding my breathe.the creaking came to my northeast and i squeezed my hands tighter than i ever had before aroundthe bat, waiting for it become just north of me. creak, creaaakkkk. this time they were directlyin front of me, and i slammed the bat down
as hard as i could. i hit something hard,and whatever it was crumpled to the floor with a bang and a small flash. i turned onthe light and there he was, the boyfriend. he had shot his gun directly at the floorand left a hole in the hardwood. my ex came down the stairs and was cryingprofusely, muttering “i’m so sorry†over and over.i called the local police station and four cop cars pulled into my driveway along withan ambulance in a matter of minutes. i sat there at the base of the stairs, watchingthe boyfriend. he was breathing, i could tell from his chest slowly inclining and decliningoff the floor. i had grabbed what i think was a 9 mil off the floor and kept it in myhand, with the safety turned on, and i just
shook my head over and over in utter disbelief. i explained the situation to police as theparamedics rushed in and carried him out on a stretcher. all in all, i didn’t get tosleep until in the afternoon later that day, after all things had been finished. he ended up being induced into a coma andeventually recovered, but a restraining order had already been filed in advance. my ex andi became good friends after the incident, and she never dated that guy again.i never ended up moving, though i had considered it heavily, and nothing has since happened. this was two years ago when i was 19 yearsold. i'm a traveler by heart and i love to
try new things. i was in china for 2 weeks with a touristgroup of about 12 people, and i didn't know most of them (all from america). i knew oneguy who happened to be my kung fu instructor (or as i should say. sifu. sifu means teacherin chinese) and he was fairly aged, about 37. his dad was very old and lived in chinaand is a very popular man in his town; he teaches the local police force and even sometimesmilitary. literally, a day before we left china, wevisited a clothing shop that was owned by someone that our friends knew. we go thereand all get free clothing and discounts, so i take off my jacket (which had my walletand passport) and put it on a hanger. i try
it on to take a picture with my group andthen i go back inside. i put on my jacket and then we head to lunch in our convoy thatour instructor's dad set up for us. i ate my food and then i noticed one thingmissing. i'm patting my pants down, my jacket pockets, looking around my seat, when someoneasked me if everything was ok. i calmly reply "... hmm i lost my wallet, maybe it's in theconvoy car?". but it wasn't there. after a few hours, we finally hear back fromthe store. they went through the surveillance tape and called us up. they shared the recordingwith us, and what i saw, gave me a slight feeling of anger, and the creeps. two verywell dressed men were in the store by themselves, just standing there, with no interest in anyclothing around them.
one man is standing near the door, blockingthe potential sight of his friend from anyone who may come back in. the other man quicklygoes into my pocket (but no one else's pocket or belongings, they just went straight formy stuff; that's what gave me the creeps). i enjoy the last day of my trip, and i amliterally walking all over the place to see if i can find that guy again with his picturein hand; nothing. the next day, my tourist group leaves, andi am forced to stay behind because i have no exit visa or a passport. they all giveme a few 100 yuan and wished me luck in china as they went into the airport. i went backwith my instructor's family and decide to stay one more night in my fancy hotel beforei took my invite to their home.
it's late at night, and i'm in the hotel lobby,which has huge front glass doors and a very busy street in front of it. i peer outside,and i know i saw the guy who stole my stuff drive passed and look at me. the next day, my instructor's brother (whois an ex detective with a good, but a very small understanding of english) took me tothe police department to file the theft (i know i know, it took us a long time to reportthis). not long after, i was a suspect for stayingin china past my visa! i'm in the department for hours getting my fingerprints checkedand my mug shots taken. eventually, they let me leave and i go to the us embassy and gotmy emergency passport. i got my exit visa
in que, but i was told i had to wait 2 weeksbefore it was eligible and accessible. i figured it was too long to hassle my newfriends, so i ended up getting an inexpensive hotel room. by us standards, this hotel roomcould've easily been $100 dollars a night in a state like new york or california. inchina. the currency is a lot different. i only spent $21 a night for hd tv, new bedsheets, a huge shower room, and a $1 breakfast. i went out and got a new wallet with all themoney my tourist mates gave me each before they left (i also went shopping at a vitaminshop and got a discount card; which will come in handy later.). this is where the sketchypart happens. it was late at night, and one of the friendsi met in china knew i wanted a tattoo and
told me about this cool spot to get inkedup. he also told me to never go there without him, so what do i do? i go with out him. the next day i go around early evening andit's raining a little bit. this place was in an alley and looked very similar to a shoppingcenter, but much smaller, if that makes sense. it was 2 floors, just off a decently busystreet, and had a lucrative look to it. i enter the building's lobby, and i'm greetedby a man wearing a suit and a ear piece. keep in mind, i'm in mainland china and this mandidn't know any english and i barely knew any chinese. he looks at me and points metowards the front door. i insisted on staying and say, "no no no,tattoo?" as i shake my head. i show him my
drawing and he says something in chinese witha look of satisfaction on his face and leads me upstairs. i'm finally led down a narrowhall with other doors into a tattoo parlor room. this room has about 5 people includinga lady with a tattoo gun and i sit down on the sofa to wait for my turn. thankfully, the lady knows a little english.we have a decent discussion and i tell her my situation. as i'm in her chair, ready toget inked up (my buttoned up shirt off and my short sleeve white t sleeve rolled up),5 men in dirty suits walk into the room. they tell everyone something in chinese, and theyall leave, so i get up and start to leave also, except, one man made a stopping gesturewith his hand and asked me to stay.
instantly i knew something was up, but i playedit cool. i put my folded tattoo sketch in my pocket, slowly put on my button up shirt,and sat on the waiting sofa (which was faced towards the front door). one of them blocksthe doorway, one is to my left, and the other 3 are standing in front of me in a half circle. one of them had a mean looking tattoo on hisneck and was decently built for a shorter than average person. they all stand aroundme with aggressive body language. i'm 6'4 and a lean 220 pounds, and one or two of theseguys were at the most, maybe 5'11, the rest were shorter. they pull out their phones and one of themshows me the screen, which was opened to a
translator app. they start asking me for allmy money, where i was staying at, etc. one of them told me (through the app, which ihad to read) to give them all my money "or else", or something along those lines. i pull out my wallet, and they snatch allmy cash and still they hover over me, like a bully scolding a victim on the playground;obviously trying to intimidate me. they spot the corner of my discount/membership cardand tell me to give it to them. i used this moment to ask the man for his phone that hehad just put in his pocket (pretending i was agreeing with them). there was a weird briefmoment of intense silence as they stood over me like they were planning on jumping on meany second.
they showed no signs of letting me leave,so as soon as the guy looked down to grab his phone, my heart rushes, i get tunnel vision,and i get up and tackle through them and through the front door. i feel one of them try tograb my shirt, but i use my elbow and shake him off and hit him. the guy at the door fell into the wall behindhim and i sprint down the hallway, hearing them yelling in chinese as they chased me.down the hallway i see the double handled door chained and locked. were they planningto keep me there? i didn't have time to think that, i just instantly knew it when i sawthose locked up doors. next to the door was a fire escape, so i goout the window and onto the 2nd floor fire
escape. i climb down the ladder and reachthe ground, then i sprint down the alley, almost slipping in a few puddles, but eventuallymaking it to the main street. i went to some public markets nearby, andsince i had no money on me, i stole a hat, shirt, and an umbrella; i wanted to look differentas possible. i ended up walking around a lot that evening to make sure i wasn't followed.as i walked around, a lot of people would ask me for a photo (i'm 6'4, dark, and hadrasta dreads, a mixture you just never see in mainland china), so i charged them 5 yuanfor a photo. eventually, i had a decent amount of cashso i got a taxi back to the train station, got back to my hotel room, took a shower,and went to my friends house for dinner: where
i told them the story. during dinner, my friend told me that wasa triad hangout and that i could have easily been drugged and kidnapped.i was in the town of foshan, china, but this event happened in another nearby town. my second year of college was a difficultyear. i wish i could say that it was due to organic chemistry, boyfriend drama, or anythingother than what actually happened. i started out my year in a great dorm. i lovedmy hall mates, my room, and the fact that a dining hall was less than a hundred feetaway. obviously, i spent a lot of time there and i got to know the staff.
i had worked in a restaurant for two yearsbefore going to school and i could identify with the struggles that come with being afood service worker, especially because i was at a notoriously snobby school, so i sympathizedwith the staff having to deal with rich kids and their entitled bullshit. most of the staff were lovely people, butone in particular seemed to take a real interest in me. he was a young white man, not mucholder than myself, named matt. he always went out of his way to talk to me and ask me questionsabout myself and how school was going. one evening, i was doing homework in the dininghall around closing hours, when matt sat with me and we chatted for a bit. he said he wasoff work and heading to his car to smoke a
bowl before he went home, and asked if i wantedto join. i had only smoked a few times before, but i enjoyed it, and he seemed harmless enough,so i agreed. i was still very much a sheltered child, and to me, he didn’t seem like abad guy, so in my mind, he couldn’t be. we lit up in his car in the parking lot behindthe dining hall, and i got a glimpse of the real matt. he ranted about how his ex-girlfriendhad recently dumped him; he called her a bitch and a whore and told me unnecessary detailsabout their (apparently kinky) sex life. the virgin in me was incredibly uncomfortable,only made worse by the paranoia brought on by the weed. he also went on about how much he hated thestudents at my university, especially the
girls, saying they treated him as less thanhuman. i was completely speechless, and when i didn’t respond, he tried to apologizefor going off, saying that i was different and that he wanted to get to know me better.i remember blurting out that i needed to go, and i got the hell out of dodge. he got outtoo, and shouted after me to come back and i thought he might chase me, but he didn’t,and i got back to my room safely. i avoided that dining hall like the plaguefor the next week and i didn’t see him again until the one night that still haunts me tothis day. around midnight, i was walking back to mydorm alone from a function at the christian center, which was only about two blocks away.i know walking by myself was stupid, but the
buses weren’t running and i felt bad askingsomeone to walk with me because there were some steep inclines between the center andmy dorm. i was walking along an empty residential streetthat was just around the corner from my dorm, when i noticed a black suv that was creepingalong behind me. it was going so slow that it was hard not to notice. at first, i triednot to panic, but it quickly clicked that it was the same car as matt’s. it sped upahead of me and a man in a ski mask jumped out at me; i just knew it was matt. from here, things happened very fast: i triedto run the other way, but he grabbed me from behind and started struggling to get my wristsinto handcuffs while simultaneously pulling
me toward his car. i was screaming at thetop of my lungs and fighting like hell. we fought each other for a few minutes, beforehe dropped the handcuffs and i was able to slam my heel into his foot. i think thosetwo things, and my relentless struggling, shook his confidence, because he ran backto his car and sped off. freaked out, i ran to my room, constantlylooking back to see if he was after me. thankfully, he didn’t follow, and i was able to callthe police. i was very lucky that night, not only becausei got away, but also because he was caught shortly after i called 911. he was arrested,and when the police searched his car they found handcuffs, duct tape, and a knife. duringinterrogation, he confessed that he was bitter
and depressed over his break-up and wantedto make someone “feel pain like he feels it.â€.nearly a year later, after a painful testimony from me, he was convicted to 40 years in prison,with a 32-year suspension, for abduction and intent to defile. a few years ago, i was at one of the lowestpoints in my life. my wife had left me, so i was alone, heartbroken and depressed. idon't have many friends, so i had nowhere to go. i would just walk around stores forhours so i wouldn't have to be at home by myself thinking about how shitty my life was.i very nearly committed suicide on more than one occasion, but somehow talked myself outof it.
during this time, i happened across an adultwebcam site that i would hang out on; not only for the obvious reason, but also becauseyou could actually chat with people. eventually, i started broadcasting myself. if you've never been to one of these sites,think twitch, but with nudity. people can view your cam, tip you, and subscribe to benotified when you're online. i didn't have many people in my room at first, but eventuallyi started getting a few anonymous viewers, and it was kind of exciting that someone waswatching me! before long, i was up to a dozens of viewersand some subscribers. i even started getting some tips and making a little money doingsomething that, let's face it, i was gonna
do every evening anyway. it was mostly guyswatching me, of course, but although i'm straight, it didn't bother me too much; it gave me peopleto talk to at least. i would however, get females, or at least guys saying they werefemale, from time to time. eventually, a girl named brit started stoppingby regularly. she was different than most of the people i'd met on the site, becauseshe actually seemed interested in talking to me and i, of course, enjoyed the attention.whenever she'd stop by, the whole room would become a lot more fun. we started privatemessaging and i even made her a moderator for my room. she asked me if i had kik, whichat the time i'd never even heard of. she explained it was a texting app that you don't have togive out your number to use, so we started
chatting offline using it. we would talk for hours, and i found out shelived halfway across the country, which i actually liked, because there would be nopressure to meet in person right away. we sent pictures (she was very attractive) andat some point began sexting with one another. even though i doubted much would ever reallycome of it, it was great for me because it gave me someone to talk to, and it was reallyhelping me rebuild my shattered self esteem and confidence. this went on for a few months and eventuallywe started talking less and less. i had kind of expected that this wasn't going to go anywhere,so it didn't bother me when she stopped responding
altogether. i had never expected that thiswas going to be a long term relationship. i figured she had found someone real nearher, and decided that someone she could actually be with, was better than a long distance flingwith someone she'd never met in person. it was fine, by this point i had met a fewgirls myself, so i wasn't too upset. i did miss chatting with her sometimes, becausei had really enjoyed talking to her and she'd been there for me during a pretty dark time. i went on with my life, and started datingsomeone and we ended up going on a trip to the beach together. a couple of days afteri got back, i got a message from brit asking if i was in florida. wtf? how would she knowi was in florida? i said no, but told her
i had been there last week. she said she wasthere now and we must've just missed each other. she asked me where i had stayed, andafter telling her, she told me she was just down the street from that hotel. when i told her that i had been there withsomeone, she got pretty upset and stopped messaging me again. i was a little confused,and more than a little weirded out that she had known where i had been, but i didn't thinktoo much of it. i told myself it must've just been a strange coincidence and forgot aboutit. then things took a turn for the worse. a few weeks later, i get another message frombrit late at night after my girlfriend had gone to sleep."who the fuck is she?!".
i had no idea how to respond to her. i askedher wtf she was talking about and she went on to describe my girlfriend and ask me whyi thought i could get away with cheating on her; i was floored. not only had i never beenin an actual relationship with brit, but i had never even met her in person. on top ofthat, she had stopped speaking to me for months, and now suddenly she knew what my girlfriendlooked like and was accusing me of cheating on her. i expressed all this to her and then askedher how she knew what my girlfriend looked like, thinking she was facebook stalking meor something. her reply made my jaw drop and i felt like somebody had just tossed a brickinto the pit of my stomach.
"because i can see her in your fucking bed." i immediately closed the blinds, checked thehouse, and made sure the doors and windows were locked. i told her that we had neverbeen in a relationship and that we were most definitely not in one now. i asked her toplease leave me alone and not contact me again. she just responded "lol" and a smily face. it was at this point, that i noticed the lighton my webcam was on. she had somehow hacked into my computer and turned my fucking webcamon. i unplugged it and threw it into the closet. brit then sent me another message, "awww!you're no fun anymore.". i reiterated that this was unacceptable, idid not want to talk to her again, and that
if she didn't leave me alone i would contactthe police. i then blocked her from every form of communication i had ever used withher and uninstalled kik. the next day i had my cable company changemy ip address and i haven't heard from her since; but i'm still paranoid that this isn'tover. i grew up as a middle-class suburban dweeb,middle son in a waspy family in a mostly stable home. like many such children, i was leftto my own devices quite a bit. when the first modem made its way into the house along withaol, i was hooked on the chat rooms. that was a pretty momentous occasion for me.i was a sexually precocious kid. before my teens, i was already desperate for sex, despitenot knowing what that actually meant. there
really wasn't any outlet for that, though,so it mostly meant me spending huge amounts of time alone in my room thinking abstractlyabout sex, dryhumping pillows, disrobing with my door unlocked or slightly ajar, etc. whenchat rooms came entered the equation, though, it gave me a wealth of people to talk aboutsex with, and i was basically addicted. i would lurk in sexually explicit chatroomsfor hours on end. after years of being a lurker, casually observingthe sexual discourse in chat rooms, i started to participate. being the internet, it wasmostly men. i didn't consider myself gay or bisexual, but i was so sex crazed that anysexual attention was a positive. there were some stymied, curious boys like myself, butmany young adults and older men. i began to
have pretty lurid chats, leading to cybersex. this was the days before the proliferation of digital cameras, or even scanners, so itwas strictly text. this went on for a little while in the generichookup-style chat rooms, and i started to actually get into it. i took a bold step andprogressed to the local rooms, which after 10:00p.m. or so. were all just a barrage of"a/s/l?" anyways. i lived near a major city, so it was alwayshopping, and i'd cyber with anyone who came my way. when they'd inevitably ask for mylocation, i'd give a suburb 30 or 40 minutes away from where i really was. until one daythat i remember very clearly. i'd been cybering with one guy in his lateteens (only a handful of years older than
me), when he asked where i was. i lied, andreturned the question to him. he replied that he lived in the suburb that i actually livedin. i confessed my lie, saying that i'd lied to keep creepers away, to which he commendedme on the clever idea. it got to be that i'd cyber with this guyevery couple days. he'd ask about phonesex, but i didn't want to have to call from myparent's line. our cybersex sessions turned into discussions of what we would do if wemet. he said he knew the perfect place we could play in his car, and asked where a safespot would be to pick me up. i mentioned a park that was several blocks away. things continued this way, strictly in therealm of fantasy, for a while. eventually
though, i started to lose interest. i wouldn'tsign on for weeks at a time, then months. however, whenever i did, he was there; readyto pick right up where we left off. i was usually willing to oblige, because what harm'swas an idle fantasy? years later, i'd all but forgotten the account.we didn't have aol anymore, and i'd made a newer account on aim. about 5 years afterthis had started, i was moving into my college dorm and setting up my knew laptop when iremembered my old handle and signed back in. it had been years since i'd last signed on.sure enough, who ims me but my old friend. he asks what i'm up to, and i tell him i'vemoved. "aw shucks," he replied, "we never did meetup."
"yeah," i said, "bummer.""it's a shame that date didn't work out." "what date?" i asked."we were gonna meet at the walgreens on your block, but you chickened out."i replied "oh, i don't think i remember that." i said, racking my brain to recall such anevent. there was, in fact, a walgreens on my block, but it was relatively new. "yeah, dude," he assured me, "we were gonnameet in the parking lot but you drove away before i could talk to you."i assured him he was mistaken, as i hadn't spoken to him more than a time or two sincei got my license. "no man, for real, you were gonna meet methere in that black ford focus, with the bike
rack." he also mentioned a different veryunique feature of that car, that i'll not mention to not out myself. the room seemed to swim; i felt like i wasfalling backwards. he correctly identified the car i was driving, but i hadn't ever toldhim about it; i hadn't ever even sent him a picture that included my face. i was surei'd never set anything up. was he deliberately fucking with me? just trying to let me knowthat he'd found me? or had the years since this had happened twisted the event in hismind? had he convinced himself that his stalking me was a meeting we'd arranged? i blocked him immediately and tried to forgetabout it. i wasn't living in the same town
anymore, and even though his stalking prowesswas apparently good, i was a significant distance away, and a pretty athletic guy; if he foundme again, i didn't have much to worry about. i'd nearly forgotten about this whole thinguntil the other day. this was over a decade ago at this point. my older brother and iwere catching up, lamenting getting older, and i quipped that i knew i was old becausea member of my graduating class had already gone to jail for a felony and served his time.this lead to a discussion of friends and classmates who had been arrested. he lead with "remember charles? i played footballwith him? he was arrested for sexing up kids he met on the internet. crazy.".i looked up the case, and he'd been tried
and convicted for a slew of sex crimes. hehad apparently been using social sites like xanga/myspace/friendster to meet young boys.he'd blackmailed and assaulted some of them when they wanted to break it off. the morei read, the more i got a heavy feeling in my stomach. i googled his aim handle. it wasn't terriblyunique, there were similarly named accounts on all sorts of sites, some of which weredefinitely not him. but one, deeper in the results, was an account on a rollerbladingforum. skimming this account's posts, i was positive it was the same person i'd been chattingwith. clicking to the user profile/statistic page, the last log in was precisely the daybefore my brother's friend was arrested.
at this point, i have more questions thananswers. could it really have been him? if it was, was it random chance? did he knowme through my brother? is that how he was able to put a face to the name? was he waitingin my neighborhood on purpose, or was it coincidence? i guess i will never know. i'm a paramedic in the southern united states.i have been involved in emergency medical services, and the volunteer fire service sincei was a senior in high school - so at the point this story was told, 7 years of it.in that time, i had seen some really strange and frightening events - some of which i couldn'texplain. i was also aware that i had a lot of exposureto violence - both towards my patients, and
towards myself. i've been punched, kicked,bitten, plowed through by mental patients trying to get out of an involuntary hold,cut, and even stabbed with a used needle by a jerk who didn't like that i took his bloodfor the police after a dui accident. but this incident was by far the most disturbing. notonly for what happened to me, and what could have happened to my partner, but for the eventsthat preceeded up to it and the fact that seemingly nothing was done after. in november 2011, i was working for a verylarge, nationally renown ambulance company, for which i no longer work for. while i won'tname the company, i will say that they will cease to exist in 30 days because of a mergerwith another very large, nationally renown
ambulance company. we had the contract toprovide 911 service for a predominantly rural county in western tennesse, and it was a fungig. one call a day usually, and for really sick or injured patients - the kind of stuffyou love being a paramedic for. lots of drug and domestic violence-related calls as well. that night, it was particularly miserable.it was rainy, and just dark. the local 911 office had recieved a call about an assault,and the deputies were calling for us to come assist them. the call came out as a "womandown, unresponsive". we flipped on our lights and sirens and headed that way. paramedicsgenerally work with an emt, and mine that night was a woman about my age, and obviouslyabout six months pregnant. alex, as we'll
call her, was about 5'2, incredibly non-threatening,and not a very pushy person. i'm 5'7", at that time maybe 180, and i'm not a type apersonality at all - introverted and kind of a goofball. not overtly a take charge,authoritarian guy. i often joke that if i'm serious about something, something has goneterribly wrong. as we arrived, i immediately knew somethingwas very off. this was an older neighborhood, dating back to before wwii. the house wasan old "shotgun style" house, where the rooms are directly behind one another. so the livingroom would empty into a kitchen which would empty into a bedroom. if a door was shut,the rest of the house was an unknown. the lights were off, other than the light fromthe blue strobes of the cop cars.
there was a deputy at the door, who said thewoman was in the living room, but the deputies were all at their cars about 50 yards awayon the main road. no one was doing first aid. the deputy said that the husband had saidhe had came home and found his wife laying face down on the floor and called the police,and said he knew his brother did it. the deputy warned me the husband seemed inebriated - andthen, vanished; back to his car. as we walk in, we see no one around - no husband - whichshould have immediately raised a red flag. we found the woman laying between a couchand a living room table, and a recliner in the corner. the door to - wherever - was closed. we went to work on the woman. she was beatento a pulp - her nose deformed, her scalp was
split open, and she was unconscious. she hadareas of bruising all over her, some in various stages (another red flag). but there was workto do, we set about stabilizing the woman, beginning the process of starting an iv, andplacing a neck collar to immobilize her. in our distracted state, we hadn't noticedthe man step out of the bathroom. i had just placed the collar and an oxygen mask, andwas listening to her breath sounds, when i heard the distinct click of a breakdown shotgunand footsteps. my partner was at the door with her back turned to get the stretcheroff the porch, and i stood up straight to come face to chest with a nearly six foottwo man standing there, putting a pair of 12-gauge shells into the shotgun.
he was african american, massively built,and intoxicated - with an angry scowel on his face. "i'm going to get them" he wouldrepeat, looking at me with this gaze that - if looks could kill - would have cut mein half. no emotion other than anger at all. you could smell the alcohol, and he was sweatyand jittery. it felt like a movie playing and i was watching.all that training of "if the scene is unsafe, get out" was rushing through my head, butat this point, i realized he would probably shoot me if i tried to run. as i stood upfrom his wife, and kept my eyes locked on his, i said "alex....get out...now" and heardher scream as she must have turned around and seen him. "alex. get out. now! i'll befine." i repeated slowly, and methodically,
as i placed myself over his unconscious wife,between him and my pregnant partner. he stopped, stared me down, and pointed the barrel ofthe shotgun straight at my face. again, no emotion. no concern. just anger and rage.alex took off down the driveway, screaming for the deputies. "i'm going to kill them who did this. getoutta my way or i'll kill you too." cold as ice, and with a growing and incredibly creepysmile, he said this. i thought this was a joke at first. someone'ssick idea of a prank. "well, please don't miss" was my response, with a laugh. he wasn'tlaughing. he just stared ahead at me, gun at his hip pointed at my face. i replied:"if you shoot me, shes gonna die. i'm the
only one who can care of her." at this point,i was trying hard not to break down. "she dies, you die" was his response, andhe sat down on the recliner across from us. he still had that smile. that creepy, toothysmile and those white eyes bearing down on me.i had shivers going down my spine. i thought this was it. this was going to be how i died.all i could think about, as i worked to tokenly bandage these cuts on this woman's head washow i was going to look up, and suddenly feel and see nothing - my head would be hamburgermeat. but then, he lowered the gun, and looked athis wife. "my brother makes me do this. he made me do all that, you see. she was cheatingon me. i had to. i didn't want to hurt her.
she made me." that same creepy grin. thatsame wide eyed look. the same sweaty, trembling behavior. i was running out of things to do to keepthis guy convinced i was busy saving her life. all of the sudden i heard screaming and wasblinded by flashlights. the deputies had been called back to the scene (after they had left!)by my partner. when she realized they had gone looking for the "brother", she calledover the radio and had them come back. they stood there, guns drawn, yelling at the manto drop the gun. he did, and they threw him onto the ground and cuffed him. he startedcrying, screaming how she was dead, how it was his brothers fault, not his, and to leavehim alone.
standing there, shaking - no - trembling,and wondering just wtf had happened, we regained our composure, got our injured patient inthe ambulance, and took her to the local trauma center. when we got back, a deputy took areport from us, and we had to file an incident report with our employer. we never heard anythingafter that. fast forward to 2013. i'm not working in thecounty anymore. while i occasionally see alex and treat the whole incident as a joke, idon't really talk much about it. i never saw anything on the news about us (thank fsm)and honestly never pushed the issue. i'm working for another service at this time, and pickingup a kid from that county's hospital when i see alex and mention bring up the event.i asked what ever happened. she pulls me aside
and tells me the rest of the story, and atthat time i realize exactly how close i came to dying that night. the woman had regained consciousness a dayafter the attack, and told the hospital staff that her husband had been drinking heavilythat day, and not taking his medicine. he had began accusing her of sleeping with hisbrother that night, and had started hitting her until she had gotten knocked against theliving room table, and blacked out. he had eventually pled guilty to the domestic violencecharge, and was placed in an inpatient psychiatric facility. afaik, he's still there. the creepy thing? his brother had died in2002 in a car accident in another state. according
to the wife, he took medication because hehad lucid and intense hallucinations of his brother doing things to people, and tellinghim what to do. the deputies knew the house had a history of mental illness calls, andnever warned us or flagged the address in our dispatch system.it raised more questions than answers. why wasn't he charged with the attack on us? whydid the deputies leave us there? and why wasn't anything done on follow-up to help us? i grew up in an affluent neighborhood about45 minutes away from a major city in the us. my neighborhood was a total bedroom communityaround 4,000 people, which means virtually no crime; aside from stupid rich-tard kidsdriving around hitting mailboxes with a baseball
bat. i had much more sense early on becauseboth of my parents worked hard, and taught me the value of doing the same along withother virtues like respect, and just generally not being a total clownshoes asshole to people. anyway, for reference, this event happenedwhen i was 12 in the late 90's. i'm a girl and though i've since grown about 4", i wasabout 5'2" and probably barely 100lbs. i've always been very athletic, playing multiplesports from the time i was even mildly conscious, because i have a good number of high-levelathletes in my family, including my dad. my mom is from a major city and taught me thevalue of awareness of my surroundings early on. all this will make sense in a moment.she always told me to have my keys to our
house out and in my hand as soon as i gotoff the school bus to walk down my street home, though i never knew why. i'm so gladshe always stressed this because i'm pretty certain it saved my life. so, one day i say bye to my friends and hopoff the bus to take the short walk down to my house. my street curves in a half circle,which makes it difficult to see around the curve. so basically, you can only see a bitin front and behind as you walk. it's the least creepy street ever, neighbors all aroundwith a comfortable distance between houses. as i'm mindlessly walking around my curvingstreet, i get a funny feeling that makes me turn and look behind me just as the crossingstreet is going out of my view. i see a man
walking down the street that mine makes a't' shape with, the one i was dropped off on. "hm. weird," i think; as i've never seenhim before and not to say we knew everyone, but what struck me was that he wasn't reallydressed like people around there. he was dressed fine in jeans and a polo, both of which wereway too big. i shrugged and kept walking, but somethingwas really bothering me about this guy. i was about to walk by my next-door neighbors'house, still pondering what was making me feel scared, when i looked back again. i figuredi'd have to walk out into the street a bit to see where he went, but no. i had walkeda fair distance, but this guy was suddenly no more than 10 ft from me. you always thinkin situations like this you'd scream or something,
but my breath caught in my throat. i couldn'tfathom how he'd gotten so close that fast and his wide-eyed hyper-focused stare threwdaggers into my stomach. i knew i was in big, big trouble. not wanting to find out whatthe fuck he wanted, who he was, or why he was gaining on me, i went directly into flightmode knowing my house was about 100 yards away. i noped hard. i took off running across my driveway andrealized he was running after me because i heard his feet on the asphalt then on my driveway.i know he was close because i ran track but i didn't waste time looking back. realizingmy backpack, which probably weighed half of what i did, was slowing me down i threw myarms back holding my keys in a death grip.
i knew i could out run him if i weren't soheavy and my backpack slipped off. i was able to gain distance on him and i don't know ifit was panic or adrenaline, but my front door keyhole became huge in my eyesight and i jammedmy key in and got inside. i slammed my big ass oak door so hard that it recoiled, andhalf thinking about what could happen if he got into my empty house, i slammed it shutand locked it. i stood there for a second just wide-eyed and confused, until i realizedi should look out of the peephole. when i did, it was pitch black. more confusion. itwas 3pm. i stood looking and starting to shake uncontrollably.that's when i saw why it was black. light started coming through as i saw this fuckingcreep's eye and then him backing away from
my door having tried to look in! he was thatclose to me. he stood there for a moment, eyeballing my door and house, probably lookingfor another way in. then he started turning around on my porch to face the street cursingunder his breath, i could see him mouthing it but couldn't hear partially i'm sure becausei was in total shock. then he raises the creep factor to new heights.he skip-walks off my porch, across my giant lawn to the street in the same direction wehad been running and raises his hand in the air. from behind my very tall pine trees onthe right side from my vantage point, i see a white, windowless van pull up in front andhe hops in. i can't see the driver because of the tinted windows in front, but they satthere and i swear i could feel them looking
at my door maybe figuring out what to do next.i'm shaking writing this now. they drove off and i slumped to the floorshaking and freaking out so hard i legitimately had to crawl to my kitchen. i hid and calledmy mom who, despite working all the way downtown in the city, made the 45 minute drive homein 15. she drove around ready to pull their spines out because although she's the kindestperson i've ever known, she will kick. your. ass. or worse if you mess with me. we calledthe cops and i gave my statement, but they never found those freaks i am a female, 25, average, and i live alonein a small town of maybe 1500 people. if that. i have worked at the same job which is a factoryin the next town over for two years. until
recently i had a pit bull for my protectionand that's all i thought i needed. until now. that's all the back story you need. about three months ago, we got a new guy inour department named jesse. i generally train the new people because i float, as in i doeveryone's breaks, therefore i can run all the presses. so i train jesse his first week.my initial impression was he was a sweet shy kid even though he was a little older thanme, and much bigger, his demeanor made him seem young and innocent. usually within a week or two, the new employeesmake friends and fit into the social aspect to our work. not jesse. he only ever talkedto me or our boss jeff, and it was only to
ask questions about work. that is until aboutthe third week. we all shut down and went to lunch together for a pizza party our departmentwas rewarded with for having zero defects. jesse sat at my table and ate silently, andwhen we were done we went outside to smoke. he broke the silence by asking me for my lighter.i handed it over and he started asking me questions about where i was from, where ilived, and about my dog ( because i had mentioned him). at the time it was just small talk tome. i had answered honestly about my being single and alone, and where i lived becauseit was such an innocent conversation. we work 2nd shift btw that's important. anyways 11:30rolls around and i clocked out and went home. around 1:30 am i was dozing off on the couchwhen izzy ( my pit ) started going insane
at the window. i looked out and no one wasthere. i laid back down and honestly thought it was a squirrel or someone walking downthe alley by my house. i was not worried at all. about 15 minutes later there was a brightflash of light in my window and izzy almost went through the window. that got my attention.someone was out there, and they took a picture of me. i called the police and they came by,asked questions, and looked around. nothing. i told my boss about it and he had jesse walkme to my car every night. nothing happened again for a couple days. it was friday andabout 3am when there was another flash in my window. i acted like i hadn't noticed,and i waited a few minutes and went to the bathroom. i called the police and took myseat back on the couch and waited. i could
see a faint silhouette of a head at the bottomof my window so i was hoping that the police would catch this creep in the act. and theydid. this is where my story gets crazy. the police catch the guy, who turned out tobe jesse. he was also the chief of police's nephew! the police wouldn't even make a report.they said basically i shouldn't be so petty to wanna press charges. i went to my boss,but without a police report he couldn't do anything. he hated it but his hands were tied. i avoided jesse. suddenly he was very vocaland social. he told our co workers i tried to sleep with him, said i asked him to comeover after work and when he refused, i tried to call the cops and get him fired. he nolonger seemed innocent. his silence now seemed
creepy and ominous. i saw every mistake ihad made telling him about my life and where i lived. a couple weeks later ( nothing had happenedsince the police had came ) i put izzy on the chain to potty while i took a shower.when i went back out to retrieve her she was laying in the dirt and wouldn't move. hermouth was all burnt looking. she died by morning. my vet said some how she had ingested lye.i was crushed. i called the police who again could do nothing. no witness. work started getting bad. jesse quickly hadmade friends and ruined my name. people i worked with since i was hired hated me andthought i killed my dog. i wanted to quit
but couldn't financially. then one day jessewasn't there. it was the most relaxed i'd been since the first night my picture wastaken. my boss was walking me to the car these days. he never believed the rumors. i went home and walked into a totally wreckedhouse. my back door was opened and i again called the police. they walked around andsaid i left my door open and an animal must have got in. i asked if this animal stolemy underwear and photo albums too? no. i must have misplaced those. i cried all night. i didn't have anywhereto go or now thanks to jesse anyone to even call and talk to. i took a day off and wheni went back jesse actually tried to talk to
me! i told him that i didn't care who he wasrelated to he had killed my dog and wrecked my house. i have no interest in dating oreven being friends. i was almost in tears. he smiled. then he said something i will neverforget. he said " you don't have to consent. i left. i moved into a motel and went to atemp service to get placed at another factory in my area. i deleted social media and havebasically fallen off the face of the earth to anyone i had know. i am in a differenttown so if something else happens a different police department will come. i always thoughtif someone messed with me i'd hit them or yell at them or basically i would be tough.i'm not! i'm scared. i need advice. this fucked me up for a while and i'm stillnot completely okay, but it's easier to cope.
it was the middle of summer, and my parentshad left for the weekend to go to our house in the cape cod. it's about a two hour driveaway so it's no big deal for them to leave me alone for a few days. my mom had made somepulled pork and pasta for me to heat up to eat whenever, and i had some money if i wantedto order a pizza. things were all good, the first night i was alone i stayed up till 3in the morning playing xbox so i woke up really late the next day. i checked my phone when i woke up and sawit was a little past one. i had made plans to play some street hockey with my friendsat 3. so i threw myself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. i take really long showers,so when my parents are gone i go mental. i
was in there for about 45 minutes on my phonescrolling through reddit and twitter and what not, when i heard my front door open. thebathroom is directly up the stairs from the back door, and the thing is pretty loud whenit opens and closes. i immediately froze, since obviously i was supposed to be alone.i waited for about 2 minutes, ears trained in trying to hear anything else. nothing. i figured it was just the wind or maybe myparents were home early, so i turned off the shower, wrapped my towel around myself, andslowly walked down the stairs to check it out. the stairs to the kitchen (where theback door is) are pretty tight and walled
in, so it's essentialy like walking down atighter version of this but replacing the rail with a wall. so i can't see into thekitchen when i walk down. even though my house is old as shit and eachstep on the stairs makes a super loud creak, i still took my time and tried to be as quietas possible. i probably took 45 seconds walking down all 12 of the stairs. so when i get tothe second to last stair (right before i could see around the corner into the kitchen) itake a little breath to compose myself. in my mind i knew i was being stupid, there obviouslywasn't anything in the kitchen, there's no way i wouldn't have heard another noise andthere's no reason for them to still be in the kitchen even if there were burglars orsomething in the house. after sort of mentally
chastising myself for being such a wuss, isort of chuckle to myself for being so stupid, and just normally walk the last two stairsand turn the corner into the kitchen. standing about two feet away from me in themiddle of my kitchen is a man staring straight at me, perfectly still, with a massive smileacross his face. just staring at me. the thing i remember most vividly wasn't hisface or his smile but his arms, they weren't just at his side - he held them in the strangestmost abornmal position i've ever seen. they were where one would normally hold there arms,but he had rotated them to the point where they were almost completely reversed as wellas lifting them up and a little behind himself. i don't know why i remember this so much,but it's just the most abnormal position i've
ever seen. honest to god i think i almost had a heartattack right there. looking back i can realize how fucking creepy this situation was, butin the moment i just took a step towards him and punched him as hard as i could in thejaw, sort of half slapping/pushing him towards the ground. the second i connected, i beelinedup the stairs, dropping my towel in the kitchen with my heart beating out of control. i fuckingsprinted into my room and locked the door behind me. i quickly put a chair up againstthe doorknob like you see in tv. almost without thinking i immediately called 911 and, nearlyin tears, told the operator what happened. as i sat on the floor of my room, in practicallythe fetal position staring at the door, praying
that a cop would be here soon, i noticed thelight coming from the gap between my door had stopped.the fucker was standing outside of my door. there's no words to describe the feeling ihad, i was paralyzed with fear; watching the shadow across the bottom of the door shiftin tiny ways. i stayed balled up, staring at the gap, praying the man would go awayfor what seemed like an hour. all the while, the 911 operator was asking, "hello... sir?sir, are you there? hello..?" i didn't want to make a noise, and even if i wanted to movemy arms to bring the phone to my mouth i don't think i could have. eventually the light returned to the gap andi heard the faintest of footsteps, slowly
creaking the wooden floorboards as he walkeddown the hall. it was silent for minutes as i just sat there curled up, unable to evenspeak. i heard banging on the front door and the sound of two officers entering my house.i finally felt safe, and i opened the door to the two of them standing there i almostcried. nowadays my parents don't leave me home aloneanymore, thank god, and i check every lock on the house before going to bed. i stillget nightmares occasionally, and i my heart starts racing whenever i see someone standingstill - but i'm doing alright. even working with sketch artists and a few lineups, thepolice never found whoever the fuck was in my house. that sends shivers down my spineevery time i look outside, half expecting
to see him standing across the street smilingunder a lamp post. i have no idea what he wanted, or who he was... this happend to me two summers ago, on myway home from an out of town day trip for my son'sbirthday party. we went to a waterpark and decided to go to dinner in this really smalltown after getting slightly lost, due to google map's crappy directions.after dinner we noticed across the street was a county fair, so we checked it out forfun. it was getting dark, and the fair was nearly over, but we caught a tractor pullthat was about to begin. we'd never been to one,so we thought it might be a fun way to top
off the birthday trip. we sat on the bleachersand watched for a while. it was kind of cool..loud, but cool. there were a lot of families there,and also some drunk men watching as well. i did not think anything of it. ihad my 16 year old son with me, and a good friend of mine who is a strong guy, so i feltsafe. we decided to leave the fair before the eventwas over, so as not to be on the road at night with the drunks. we walked back to the restaurant,which was now closed, got into my car and set off for home. backtracking using googlemap's directions, we got on the road that irecognized would get us back home. i noticed that as soon as we pulled out of the restaurantthere was a car behind me..the only other
car on the road, as most of the towns inhabitantswere most likely at the fair or at home. thecar followed us on to the road we had to take to get home, which i found odd, because itwas a desolate hilly backroad with a wooded areaon either side. i thought maybe they too were from out of town and were using the same cutacross to get to the interstate, as it was summer and many people roadtrip. i still feltuneasy about it, but decided to just get off this po-dunk road and onto the interstateas soon as possible. as we were driving on this hilly back road,it was fully dark outside and i kept it easy in fear of a deer running out in front ofus. the car stayed right behind me. i slowed
way down, hoping he would be annoyed enoughto pass me for going too slow. instead, he drove right up on my ass, tailgaiting me.i could see that it was only one person in the car and the windows were tinted. i daredto speed up, wanting to get on a main road or interstate as soon as i could. he stayedright behind me, going as fast or slow as i was, not bothering to get off my bumper. i knew without a doubt we were being harrassednow. i was getting scared. i had my son in thebackseat. it was his birthday. this was unfair, and i kicked myself for going to the tractorpull. (of course i could not gave predicted this craziness).
after what seemed like ages, we got into theinterstate. i had hoped it was just some local jerk who wanted to scare some city folks,but i somehow knew it was not that simple. as i feared, he followed us on to the interstate. even on the interstate he tailgated us. islowed down initially, hoping futilely he'd pass us. no luck. i sped way up. he caughtup and stayed too close. unfortunately the interstate was quiet on our side. i had nochoice but to keep going. my friend was veryangry and ready to fight if neccesary, but i wanted no part of meeting this guy faceto face..especially with my birthday boy in the backseat. i just kept going and prayed
not to get a flat tire.at one point i got scared enough to lay on the horn while driving, hoping the noise woulddissuade him. it worked! he pulled over on the shoulder and i saw his headlights turnoff! i was relieved at first, but we found it odd that he killed the lights.after that, we sped up and i was flying for home. the sooner the better. about fifteenminutes passed in blissful uneventfulness. we talked about how scary that whole ordealwas, and eventually started feeling relieved to put it all behind us, literally...we were about 25 minutes from home and there were a couple of vehicles here and there,which made us feel less alone on the road. at one
point when the cars thinned out and we wereonce again alone on the road, something happened that i could not believe. right next to usand slightly behind us, headlights...bright, burst on...he had been following us that whole time, with his lights off! staying carefully behindus and waiting for his chance to scare and surprise us. i almost started crying, butat this point i was too angry. far ahead of us i saw the taillights of asemi. i sped up quickly, with the stranger in the car next to me trying to pace us fromthe fast lane. i think he realized that i was trying to catch up with the semi. so forthe first time in this insane chase, he did something truly dangerous, and swerved atmy rear panel..a pit maneuver, tryin to push
us off the road. i sped ahead and missed himclipping me by inches. i finally reached the semi driver and got close...hugging the backof his truck as much as i dared and leaving no room for this jerk to cut me off. we wentthis way for a little while. finally..and i truly believe this semi driverknew something was wrong...because after so long of seeing this crazy driver swervingat me and trying to get in front of me as i would not let him over, the semi driverdid something i will forever appreciate him for. he swerved over into the fast lane anddangerously cut off the strangers car and then tapped his brakes. i took it as my cueto speed ahead from the slow lane and try to lose this creep. i sped up to 90...95...my home town was straight ahead. i took a
sharp left on to a back street that lead toa main road and stopped in a busy well lit gas station. luckily there was a cop there.my friend got out and explained the whole situation to the officer and he called forother cars to search for this guy. we left the gas station after calling a friendto follow me to a parking lot, where i stowed my car overnight because i did not want theguy to possibly find my house by recognizing the car.i watched my back for quite some time after that. i always notice that make and modelof car in white if i see one on the streets. thank goodness we got away safely.now..the most bothersome thing about this story, is that the small town where this tookplace happens to be the home town of one of
the biggest mental health facilities in iowa.this thought has kept me awake more than one night, and i still check the papers for storiesof escapees..
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