40 Times People Realized Reddit Wasn't For The Faint Of Heart

I can’t find it anywhere. But does anyone remember something where there was a girl by herself at home. She was talking to her friend on the phone while laying on her bed. She then dropped her phone and when she was picking it up, she saw a reflection of a face underneath the bed. She proceeded to talk to her friend and calmly say she was going to have a shower and hung up the call. She ran into the bathroom, locked the door and jumped out of the a window. She called the cops, later they arrived and arrested a man who was standing right outside that door holding a knife.

This really freaks me out to this day, there was an article on it too.

Here's the story:
I am 22 and this incident happened a year and a half ago. I had just moved into my first apartment and was in the process of moving in. The door that led into my apartment locks itself automatically when closed. So, I was going to the entrance of the apartment complex to get my mail while talking on the phone with my boyfriend. I returned to my apartment and sat on the bed while opening the mail while using the phone, I dropped the phone on the floor and it landed under the bed so I had to lie on the floor and stretch for it. I saw something that caught my eye, there was someone under my bed... My eyes widened and I choked the urge to scream. The person under my bed was lying still with his back towards me and his head to his chest, so I couldn't see his face. And he didn't see me, trying to be rational while so many thoughts rushed through my head, I picked up the phone, said "Sorry I dropped my phone, I'm just gonna take a shower and call you back."

The bathroom is right by my bed so I hastily walked in, quietly locked the door, turned the shower on, jumped out my window (my apartment is on the first floor) and called the police. They told me to wait nearby, but to go to across the street and see if anyone comes out the door to the apartment complex. This was during summer and it was still light out, I placed myself across the street, hiding behind a car while watching my open bathroom window and the entry door. I called my boyfriend and he came to me just before the police. I gave them my keys and they went inside. Only moments later two cops came out holding a thin and tired looking man. His eyes looked crazy, but he didn't try to get away. The policeman that had stood beside me and comforted me while the police searched through my house (I was a mess, shivering and crying) told me that the man stood outside my bathroom door with one of my kitchen knives waiting for me to come out.

This man had somehow crept in my entry door while I was getting my mail and hid under the bed.The man that was trying to hurt me turned out to be a homeless person and was placed in a mental hospital. My boyfriend moved in with me the very next day.

Thanks for reading! I just wanted to share my story so that others might know what to do if a situation like this occurs! The police told me that what I did was truly amazing and rational, if I had screamed, this could've ended really badly for me.

Edit: thank you all for your kind words, I never expected this kind of response!

Somebody came posting to LegalAdvice, claiming that “she” had been r***d and wanted to know what to do from there.

Except they hadn’t bothered making an alt account, so posters there quickly sussed out from their post history that he was an incel, and he was *actually* looking for advice on how to get away with it. That and another post where one of them fantasized about maiming his roommate were the final straws for Reddit to finally ban their original sub.

For me it's the post from the guy who didn't hear his wife being attacked and r***d downstairs because his gaming headset was noise canceling. Eventually he does hear something and goes to investigate. The r*pist was still on top of her until OP shot him.

I wear bone conductive headsets, usually with one pushed up a bit so that my ears are fully exposed so that I can still hear my wife if she ever needed me.

The creepiest thing I've seen is a screenshot where an incel argued that they should have the right to r**e a three-year-old. Then bemoan the fact they are outcasts.

This was fairly recently (I think within the past 2. 5 months). A woman posted on r/LegalAdvice that her husband had used the constraints attached to their bed to tie her down for some fun, started making love to her, and then went to answer the door when someone knocked. Long story short, he watched as a bunch of his friends took turns g**g-r*ping his wife, while telling her how much he loved her for "letting" him do this (he had her gagged with a sock before going to answer the door, so she couldn't respond - or scream).


She received a lot of great advice on what steps to take (she was posting while locked in the bathroom after all the friends left). Her last update on the original post was that the police had come and arrested the husband and were taking her to the hospital.


I think about her almost every day, hoping she's ok, and that she's safely away from that creep of a husband. I can't find the post now, and I'm guessing it was removed on the advice of her lawyer. I also haven't seen any update. There's a part of me, though, that hopes it was taken down because it was all a lie, and there wasn't really a husband who would do something so atrocious to his wife, all while pretending he loved her.

The pics posted by a hiker/climber about a daytrip out with their buddies. Seems clean enough, yeah?

They found a severely injured, nearly dead woman near the trail on their way out. Turned out she'd been there for a day or two already and her hiking partner passed away trying to find help.

It wasn't until the OP hiker got home that they noticed the girl they rescued was visible in the background of some of their pics.

A few years ago, someone in r/Gaming "doxxed" me and made a subreddit about me that included pictures of me from when I was a kid, where I lived, various social media pages (Facebook, Twitter, etc), and some other stuff. The admins removed it and banned the person who made it within an hour or two of when I reported it, but it was still up for about 12 hours for anyone to see.

That guy who crawled into a tiny tunnel in a cave and died upside down when he got stuck. So disturbing to imagine knowing that your last day on earth was spent upside down, nearly losing consciousness with you and your very upset family contemplating how bad you f****d up. Haunted me for days.

A Redditor woke up in the middle of the night to a man in a strange mask looking into the camera on his door. He was supposedly there for several hours and came back to check on the house.

I forgot to add. The dude came back like 10 times..

Carl H teaches programming.

Redditor dedicates a huge amount of time creating and maintaining a subreddit to teach people programming. He's articulate, super nice, positive.

Only he wasn't. He was a piece of s**t who was r*ping his kid with his partner on the regular. He k*lled himself in prison.

I hope his kid is doing okay.

This story on r/LetsNotMeet - OP and her husband would hook the dog to a lead in the backyard to use the bathroom if it was late or their didn't have time to take him for a walk. She was home alone, late, and put the dog out. After a bit she heard a scratch at the door, the dog's usual signal that he was ready to come in -- except she looked through the peephole and there was a man out there, who had cut the lead and was pretending to be the dog by scratching at the door. I've read a lot of creepy s**t on reddit, but this one REALLY stuck with me.

Here's the story:

Before I start here’s a bit of context to my story. My husband and I lived in a small two floor house with two main entrances, one along the front and the other on the side of the house, which opens up into the laundry room. When we’re too busy or it’s too late to walk our dog, we hook his collar onto a long line that’s attached to one of the pipes on the corner of our house, so he can use the bathroom. We used to do this from the door in our laundry room, but we’d noticed the large step from the door to the ground had been taking a toll on his hips. As a result, we started letting him out through the front door instead, since the porch is much closer to the ground.

This particular night, I was home alone with my dog and it was around midnight when I decided to let him outside one last time before going to bed. I hook him up to his line, close the door and lock it, before heading into the kitchen to put away the dishes. This was pretty routine, even if he used the bathroom quickly he liked to walk around along the front and side of the house for a few minutes before coming back inside. As I’m putting away the dishes I hear a scratch on the door (how my dog signals he wants to come inside), so I head over to let him back in.

Since I’ve watched way too many scary movies, I always look through the door’s peephole before opening the door. Out of habit I look to check that my dog is in front of the door. Instead I see a man staring very intently at the door handle.

I freeze with my hand on the door handle. I don’t know how much time went by, but then I heard another scratch, this one louder than the last. This kind of wakes me up from my initial shock and I run to grab my cellphone. I call my husband to tell him what’s happening. He was very confused, I probably wasn’t explaining the situation very well, but says that he’s heading home.

This is when I realize my dog is still outside with this person. I head back to the front door, trying to make as little noise as possible, to check whether the stranger is still there. Just like before, he’s standing there, head bowed looking at the door knob. I tiptoe over to the laundry room, and slowly open the door as quietly as possible. I can’t see my dog anywhere and the side of my house is covered in gravel, I knew I couldn’t step outside without making a lot of noise.

With my heart still pounding in my chest, I go to the front door to keep an eye on the stranger and to get a better look at him. I considered calling the police but I didn’t feel they would take me seriously, since all this man was doing was standing in front of my house. I tried taking a picture of him with my cellphone but my camera was only able to take pictures of the peephole and not the images behind the glass.

All of the sudden, the man looks up directly at me. I swear he knew I was there. He glares at me, then opens his mouth to show this taunting malicious grin. He stood there that way for a few seconds. With that, he turns around and starts to walk down the street.

I stay in the same place, almost expecting him to rush back and start pounding on the door. Luckily, my husband got back after a few minutes. Long story short, he convinced me to call the police and we went out looking for our dog. It turns out this man had cut the end of the line connected to the pipe, and our dog decided this was a good time for him to explore my neighbors backyard, which was where we found him. It’s been three years since this happened, we’ve since moved to a new house (unrelated reasons), and the police weren’t able to come up with any suspects. Ever since then, we take our dog on very long walks before the sun goes down.

I had a run-in with a guy who didn’t like my nerdy white guy self-deprecating joke. He insisted that I stop “bad mouthing my own race” because “what hurts one of us, hurts all of us”. I kept the jokes rolling in. I was having a blast.

An hour later, he messaged me the name of my city, my wife’s name, her work address, her morning routine, and he threatened to run her over with his car.

I’m now much more careful about my information online.

For me it's usually the real life, every day seeming people who do awful things but are so far out of touch with reality that they think they're normal.

One being that dude who literally stalked that IGN reporter woman. He made constant posts in like legaladvice or something asking if he could sue her to unblock him. When people (rightly) brought up that he was a nutbar and belonged in jail or counseling, he repeatedly defended himself by saying they were in love and if she could just meet him she would see, etc. Like all the classic stalker reasoning. He absolutely refused to see anyone else's logic and was clearly mentally ill but not willing or able to see how badly he needed help, and this poor woman was caught in the middle of it for no real reason other than he saw some articles she had written.

The other one was the legaladvice post from the dude who basically trapped and assaulted a girl in his home and was asking how he could get out of the charges she was pressing against him. Only, he told the story the way a sociopath trying to get sympathy would, but the glimmers of what really happened were easily recognizable in the post. She came in, he locked the door and she was nervously on her phone. He made a move, she said no, he took her phone away. He then made a move again and eventually she relented. Then he went to take a shower and when he got back he found that she had bolted out the door and gone to police and he couldn't figure out why. And in his words, "It was a dating ad so why would she respond to a dating ad and come to my house if she didn't mean it?" (Classic no = yes defense.)

There are some nasty people on this website. If it's an obvious throwaway or whatever it's easy to justify some of them as trolls. It's the ones who you can tell are actual deluded people that are willingly breaking the law but think they're right that are really scary, because it's entirely possible that person is your coworker, or a friend of a friend, etc.

That one post on r/confessions of the guy that k****d his grandma for making his illegitimate half sister burn herself to death.

Here's the story:

Never been good at writing essays so I'm just gonna jump right into it.

I am now the only child from my parents but it this wasn't always the case. My dad is a spineless cuck that is dominated by my ruthless mother. When i was around 2 years old and living in Sweden, my dad went on a trip to Syria to visit my grandmother that used to live there (the one i m******d) and stayed with her for 1 year because she had a tumor and had to get a few operations. During this year he was a regular to a pr*stitute he fancied, eventually he got her pregnant. After giving birth she came to my grandmothers house and just dumped her daughter on him and left. She ghosted him and he could not find her anymore. My gmother called my mother and all h**l broke loose. My mother ordered him to throw my sister in the dumpster and pretend she was not alive because she was "filth". My dad was very close to doing this but somehow whats left of his fatherlyhood woke up for a second and he didn't throw my sister away. He instead convinced my grandmother to keep her and eventually she will take care of her when she grew up, technically just having her as a servant. This was the most humane solution he could come up with. When i eventually grew up i met my sister when i was visiting my gmother and we got really close. She even looked a lot like me so i had no doubt she was my sister. But the way she was living was just awful. It broke my heart seeing how underfed she was. Her clothes were one rip away from being rags and she was not allowed to use my gmothers combs and stuff to fix her hair. I would collect any money i got and send it her way but my gmother eventually found out and started taking them for herself. She was never allowed to go to school and could only see a doctor when she became seriously ill. By the time she reached 14 years old she admitted to me that she was thinking about k*****g herself because she could not see any future for herself. My dad would just marry her to some sh** family as soon as my gmother died and she would be more like a commodity to be traded. On 13th of June 2008 my sister had a fight with my grandmother and was holding a little can of gasoline and saying that she was going to burn herself, my gmother laughed and dared her to do it, which my sister did.

My sister lived and died a miserably.

At first my parents told me that it was an accident but i overheard them talking about what happened in detail. By this point my dad did not even care. I was very disgusted with him and my mother, i dreamed a lot about just jumping on them and biting their fu**ing throats off and just watch them bleed it horror as i kick their faces in. I wanted to hold his jaw from the inside with my hands and just rip it from his face. I eventually brooded and started going over the events, 3 guilty people and i was planning on k*****g them all. As violently as possible. I could never come up for with a plan regarding my parents but i was already done with how to end my gmother, the filth who made life miserable for my sister. On December 2008 i booked a ticket to visit my gmother and was supposed to return before New year to celebrate with my friends. I told my parents that my friend is picking me up from the airport and I'm gonna stay with him for a few days before coming back. I then called my friend and told him that I'm going to bang a girl that i met and if my parents ever ask him about me he would have to cover for me, him being oblivious to what i was actually doing agreed.

I flew to Syria stayed with my gmother for about 2 weeks and when the day of my flight came i packed my bags and told her that im going to the airport, with disgust i kissed her goodbye and them made as much noise as possible with my bags to make sure that the nosy neighbours saw me leave for the airport. I even called a taxi driver that lived nearby and he took me directly to the airport, i made sure he saw me get into the airport. I then stood at the check-in and took a selfie. I didn't check in. I turned around and walked out. I took a cab to a nearby hotel and dropped my bag off in the room. I changed my clothes and then took a cab back to my gmothers apartment. It was 2 at night and i was very quiet when i got up the stairs. I knocked on her door and she opened when she saw me through the hole. She was surprised to see me and was wondering about the flight. I told her it wad delayed for a few hours so i left the bags at the check-in with the employees. She was tired so she decided to us some tea while i waited. As soon as she got up i stood in front of her, she had this very confused look on her face due to my sudden reaction. I had not planned how to exactly do it but i knew this is as good as it gets, really quickly i held her neck with my hands, my thumbs pressed on her throat very hard incase she tried to scream. She instantly got a horrified look on her face and i just got really angry. She tried to speak but couldn't make a single sound. I at first she tried hitting me but my arms were longers than hers and she could not reach me, when i started applying pressure she tried to scratch my arms instead, but i was wearing a thick sweater and also i was being pumped with adrenaline. When i saw her strangling i became very angry, i was grinding my teeth so hard i almost broke them. I told her this is for my sister, i kept repeating my sisters name in a quiet angry tone but she couldn't hear me, she was panicking and her only concern was getting air. She then kind of just frooze there, i kept squeezing even though she didn't move. I really wanted to make sure. I finally let go after a while, my hands were cramped from all that tension and listened for a heart beat. I sat then on the soffa took a few breaths and chocked her again real hard for around 10 minutes. When i was sure she was dead i started opening every drawer she had until i finally found her gold and money. I put them in a small bag and left. I closed the door behind me incase a neighbor found her to early. I walked for meaby a whole hour while my hands were shaking as crazy, until i was finally far away i threw the bag with the money and gold in a small trash bucket that people had infront of their house. I went took a taxi to the hotel and i remembered my sister and cried. I remembered my gmothers face and i calmed down. I felt complete, like when a dauting task was finally over, a very soothing relief. That night i slept like a fu**ing baby. I woke up the next morning and brought breakfast and booked a ticket back to Sweden the same day. I turned the tv on and put ln some music, for the first time after my sisters death i was happy. When i came back to Sweden i took the buss back from the airport and later took the train to my friends house. Told him that the girl dumped me and i was instead celebrating with him.

My dad calls me 2 days later and informs me that my grandmother was robbed and that the thief stole her valuables and k****d her when she saw him. No one suspected a fu**ing thing. I acted surprised and made my way back. For a few months i acted sad and secretly watched my family Incase someone got a wild theory, but they all seemed to believe the robbery part since its not that uncommon. The closest someone got wad my uncle when he mentioned how unfortunate it was that i left a day before this and that i could have saved her, my mother called it lucky because i meaby would have also gotten k****d. I pretended to be sad about it.

Now every year my dad makes a ceremony to kind of remember my gmother, they make dinner for family and friends and hope that the prayers reach her. They dont fuing know that this is a time for celebration for me. I am now married and i have three kids. The plan of k*****g my parents is cancelled due to them fuing themselves over so bad that's its more of a punishment if they stay alive. They are also not allowed near my children, as a punishment to how they treated my sister.

Every year i celebrate this by buying gifts to my wife and kids, my wife wondered why i did this and i simply said that the way my gmother passed made me realise how suddenly loved ones can disappear and how this a my way of saying i love you.

This became long enough and i apologise for the many grammatical errors you will find.

Edit: long story short: My dad goes to Syria to care for my gmother, gets a prostitute pregnant and gives my half sister as a servant to my gmother. Half sister kills herself at 14 and i travel to syria and k****d my gmother. Family holds a yearly ceremony were they cook for family and friends and i celebrate instead.

Not sure if this was from Reddit, but it's a story that always got me. The girl tells how she was walking home one day and when she gets home she sees her mom coming out of the front door and her mom looks past her and says, "Who the h**l are you?" And the narrator says how she turned around and saw a man turning away and walking back down the street. Her mom had come home sick from work and if she hadn't been there then who knew what would have happened. That always gets me.

There was a super creepy one, I think it was on r/relationshipadvice about a girl who thought her doctor boyfriend was drugging and r*ping her.

She had been dating this guy for a while and was thinking of breaking up with him, but regularly was losing her memory, sometimes for days on end and usually when she would "come to" she would be in her boyfriends house. She said she thought she had broken up with him and he was maybe drugging her, with some d**g he might have access to thru his work, and r*ping her. This tied in nicely with needle marks she had on her thighs too and she knew from how her body felt that they had definitely had s*x. She would leave and go back home confused only for the whole thing to repeat over again.
Sometimes she would wake up in her own home with c*m stains on her chest (he had a thing for that) and she thought he was breaking into her house a c**ming on her.

She gave multiple accounts of both of these happening.

The only thing that didn't add up was one of the times she became aware she was sitting in a restaurant with him and both of their cars were outside. She said it didn't make sense that he would pick her up drop her at the restaurant, then go back 20 minutes to her house in a taxi and come back in her car.

Some commenter noted that her symptoms were indicative of a really rare bedbug allergy and when she checked her bedroom was infested. The needle marks were bite marks and the c*m stains are a secretion that they give off. The memory loss is due to a swelling on the brain due to a severe allergic reaction.

Edit: Many people have said that the post was updated by a moderator to add that a proven doctor had gotten in contact and said bed bugs are not known to cause this kind of behaviour.

The story:
I think my boyfriend has been drugging me to make me forget things. He is a doctor.

This is in north Texas.

Hey so I must apologize if this post is jumbled a bit. I started typing it up in Word yesterday before my date and forgot about it before finishing it today.

I think my boyfriend has been secretly drugging me for a while now and is gas lighting me. I know this is going to be hard to explain, but I have been having gaps in memory that I have been explaining away as being tired, or overworked, or whatever else. I was going to ask my boyfriend about it, since he is a doctor, but then I started to notice that this seems to happen when I go on dates with him.

I know it must be crazy, but I have woken up with dried semen on my breasts several times with no memory of the night before. I know its him as… well I wont get into specifics but he likes that kind of thing more than other guys would…

The first time it happened was when we were drinking and I wrote it off as too much to drink. We get drunk and have s*x all the time so its not a big deal to me. But then there were a few times when I KNOW we were not drinking.

I decided to break up with him over it only to suddenly find myself on a date with him a few days later. I had not yet had the conversation to break up with him, but planned on it next time I talked with him. I remember being at the restaurant, but nothing before that. My car and his car was in the parking lot too so I was confused.

I decided to play along when he asked me to come back to his place.

After 3 days at his place I remembered everything so I was started to trust him again. Knowing he was an ENT I know it wont be his forte but he is a doctor. I was going to ask him about my issues when he randomly pointed to these red bumps on my thigh and said I should be treating those sores.

I had completely forgotten they were there. These little red bumps that look like needle injections that got infected. I got so freaked out he mentioned them that I decided to leave.

The next day he came over to “Check on me” and I remember waking up in bed with more dried semen on my chest.

Then today he met me for lunch saying we had agreed to meet. I never agreed to me with him and would never want to. He does this all the time, saying we agreed to do something I have no memory of.

I am sick and tired of it and want him punished.

This has started to affect my work life as well as I start to get paranoid when I see a boss walk into a room after making eye contact with me. I get paranoid that they are about to fire me. My friends also state I have been acting strangely and out of character. I have even begun to lose sleep and sleepwalk when I do.

Is there a way to have blood work done to see what kind of drug he is using on me? I do not want the police to blow me off and push me away as some crazy lady so I want to be damn sure when I go to the police.

Wasn’t on here (Reddit), but I was looking for reaction meme images for twitter and people told me /b/ (or however you say it) on 4chan had good threads for memes and I went on and found some funny threads but then, I scrolled down and stopped at one thread that scared the ever living s**t out of me. The OP had posted a photo of ME, just a selfie of me, and asked people to tell him what they’d do to me. Seeing the replies of some f****d up s**t scared me for life. I still remember what they said and the photo he used. It was anonymous so idk who it was and I still don’t know. But what I do know is that he never stopped uploading different photos of me, and when I tried to investigate, each photo would have my name and a number next to it. The highest number I saw said “(114)”. This m**********r had 114+ saved photos of me to share on 4chan. Haven’t had anyone tell me about seeing me on there lately so I think it’s stopped but it still creeps me out.

A few years ago a contractor posted about how he killed a house full of people by accident by causing a carbon monoxide leak in their home while working on the hvac system. He wasn’t caught.

I’ve posted it in another askreddit before so I’ll just copy and paste it.

There was one girl in r/letsnotmeet who said she worked at a bar I think (In Australia) and one customer really liked her and was creepy and after a while was kicked out by whatever the guards are called. She said after that when she went out to leave her shift, the guy somehow figured out her car and sat on it. She got the guard I think and the guy was taken away. This stuff goes on for a few nights or weeks (can’t remember, it was a few months ago). She then one time left to go to work and she forgot something so she headed back home and he was standing in the hallway like “hello honey” and yeah. Cops were called and apparently he’d been living in her crawl spaces for weeks or months. She said she then moved states after that.
I’m also Australian and got freaked out reading it because that stuff rarely happens here or isn’t covered often.

The story:
A life changing moment that will sit with me forever
Long
So all ended a couple of months ago and I only now feel comfortable sharing it. For background I'm a 24 year old woman living in Australia and work at an establishment that caters for an adult audience.

One night as my shift is coming to a close one of the patrons asks to buy me a drink which I accept because, employer policy. I talk him up to a couple of expensive drinks for the two of us have a quick conversation and make my excuses about my shift being over but he should come back to see me soon. I feel his gaze undressing me in his mind as he licks the splash of his drink from his upper lip.

He stands up and with this creepy grin asks to walk me to my car. Now I'm no idiot, I know never to put myself in that position and politely decline and tell him I might see him next time. I walk out passed our biggest bouncer and the guy doesn't follow me. Great, nothing extraordinary just standard par for the course in my profession. But sadly this isn't where our story ends, oh no, for this creep it's only just the beginning.

I'm off for a week after that night but when I come back into work I'm told a patron has been coming in every night for the last week asking for me. Says he wants to buy me another drink. Naively I think "oh great, a bigger pay this week" and get set for my shift. The night rolls on and who should roll in but our man of the hour, and he asks for me right.

So I saunter over and he buys me a drink. The whole time I'm sitting there with him he just has this creepy grin on his face, not like a sexual undressing creep grin, that's just normal. No, this was the kind of grin where he knows something you don't and is very pleased with himself about that fact. So we're talking and I'm getting him ordering himself drinks and trying to up sell him where I can. About half an hour goes by and I make my excuses to leave so I can try to spread the tips around.

But this guy isn't having it. He won't let me leave, and the more I insist the angrier he gets. He's practically hissy at me by the time I give a look to one of the bouncers who promptly comes over and defuses the situation, giving me an opportunity to walk away.

Phew, crisis adverted. WRONG! Bouncer doesn't throw him out, just gives me a buffer so this guy starts following me around the place, even attempting to walk into an employee only area which is where another bouncer finally notices and kicks him out. I finish my shift and walk over to my car. There he is, I s**t you not, sitting on the bonnet of my car. How he knew it was my car I will never know. He wants me to give him a ride and tells me how "sexy" I look. He's spewing greasy slime ball creep lines at this point and I'm not interested.

I try to give him a hint nicely and decline to give him a ride, but again he just turns mean and grabs me by my arm insisting I give him a ride. I tell him to f off and jam my key in his shoulder as hard as I can. He lets go and I push him with all of my might so he falls down. I jump in my car, lock the door and shove that key in the ignition. He's back up and banging on the window angrily to let him in. And I mean hard, so hard I think his hands or my window might break. I gun the accelerator and I'm out of there.

When I get 5 minutes down the road and am sure I'm not being followed I pull over to the side of the road and call back to work. I tell them what's happened and alert them that the other girls need to be careful leaving tonight. As I hang up the phone I break into tears. Now, this isn't my first rodeo I've been grabbed before and the sad truth is I probably will be again. But you never get used to it, you know?

I eventually compose myself, pull back onto the road and head home. I cry myself to sleep. Next morning word has gotten around and owner calls me to make sure I'm ok. I assure him I am but he insists I take some time off in case this creep comes back. He wants to put some distance between us, makes sense. A week goes by, then two, he's coming in every night asking about me and being told I quit and don't work there anymore. A lie to get him to stop coming in, you know. But he just keeps coming in and asking, clearly not buying it and then suddenly 2 and a half weeks in he stops.

Great I am really needing money at this point so I'm happy to be able to go back to work the following week. Time goes on and everything seems to go back to normal, same old chancers but the good kind that lead to higher pay cheques. Abusive guy doesn't come back in, I'm happy.

I start being forgetful though, I think I leave a door closed when I leave the house but it's open when I get back. Lights on or off, food left out. Things ending up in different places than I remember putting them sometimes moments before. I'm losing it but it's probably just the stress of everything that's gone down. One of my close friends who works with me reassures me that it's normal after being grabbed like that and it will pass.

This keeps up for a month until one day I head out to work, get 15 minutes down the road and realise I forgot some clothes I'll need that night at work. I head back home only to find the lights in my front room on and the tv visible as on from the outside. I really am losing it, good thing I came back I guess.

I head inside grab my stuff, make sure to turn the tv off and the light out and head to the door. Suddenly I freeze. There standing blocking the door is the creep that grabbed me. I'm stunned, jaw dropped on the floor. Then after what seems like a lifetime of standing in silence staring at each other, him smiling that f'ing smile, I scream "WHAT THE F***!". I'm screaming for him to get out and ask him what he's doing here, how he knows where I live, all in one jumbled mouthful of confusion.

He just stands there with that smile on his face while I'm loudly freaking out but stupidly not moving. I start gasping for air in a mixture of panic attack and bewilderment, then he decides to speak in my wake. The words ooze out of him and leave me chilled. "Welcome home honey, you're back early".

A switch goes off in my head, I throw everything I have on me at him and sprint to the back door, I'm outski. I leg it faster than I have in my life screaming bloody m****r as I go. No one helps, stupid apathic society. I hide in some bushes around the corner, tears running down my face, gasping for air. I check my pocket and my keys are still there, no phone though I threw that at stalker creep along with everything else. I sneak back to my house, jump in my car and nope the f out. I head to work, tell them what's happened and call the cops. Cops head to my house and send others to my work. Stalker guy is gone when they turn up, they search the house and turns out he's been living in my crawl space. I'm paranoid that's what all those doors and lights and misplaced things was about.

I pack up whatever I can fit in my car while cops are still there (that they'll let me take) and I drive. Haven't been back since. I moved states, new everything. So creepy stalker guy, let's not ever meet again.

Edit: Quick update. I took my car in to get checked by a mechanic as some commenters suggested. Nothing was found. I have been in touch with the police and they are reporting that while they have his photo from security footage they haven't been able to track him down as yet. That means he's still out there somewhere and I still have no idea how he tracked me. I probably won't update again but I just wanted to thank everyone for their support, it means a lot.

I’m going to post this in hopes someone remembers and can reference the post I’m referring to. This is one of the scariest things I’ve read and seen on Reddit and I hope the OP is okay. Have not seen Reddit updates but if I remember correctly, it was a front page post.

There was a woman who lived at home in an apartment building and would get random knocks on her door. There would be banging and screaming while she was inside alone. I think her husband was a doctor and had odd hours and this only happened when he was away. She was able to take a really poor quality photo of him out her window, and you can see him facing and looking into her apartment. Redditors were suggesting he was doing this to essentially t*****e her, and warned that it might escalate to something much more dangerous. Obviously he was stalking her because he knew when she’d be alone.

Ever since I read her post, I have been terrified to answer the door. I think about her constantly and really hope she okay. If anyone remembers this post, please share.