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this story was submitted by zach. this happened to me just this past summer,when i started working at walmart helping them with their remodel. it wasn’t hardwork, and paid well for a college student. after working there for a few weeks, i wasapproached by one of the cashiers while i was on my lunch break (we’ll say her nameis taylor). she was a very petite asian girl, 20 years old, and barely even 5 foot tall.she sat down at the table i was sitting alone at, and started chatting with me. she introducedherself as we had never formally met before, and made small talk. however, i could easilytell she was hardcore flirting with me, as she started to ask if i had a facebook, instagram,and suggested to me to friend her.

i’m a friendly guy, and went along withthe flirting, but responded in ways that didn’t suggest i was interested in her advances,but rather being nice. she then asked for my cellphone number, to which i told her i’mnot comfortable giving away my number to someone i don’t know well. she then went on to ask if i was busy tomorrow,and said that we should hangout. i told her i had to work at my other job, phantom fireworks,and that i was busy most of the day. i excused myself from the break room, and said bye totaylor. i get home and check my phone to see a friendrequest on facebook, and follow request on instagram from this girl. i kindly acceptand went on with my night.

i got up early the next day for work at phantomfireworks. it was about noon when my manager came up to me and asked for me to come intohis office. he pulled up the screen of security cameras and asked if i had an asian stalker. i looked at the live feed of the cameras andsee taylor walking around the parking lot, and she eventually stopped at my car. thisfreaked me the hell out! i guess she stalked my facebook and found that i worked here,and saw the pictures of my car. my shift ended around 6, and when i went toopen the door to my car, i notice a sealed envelope slid into the handle. i get in mycar and open the letter. out falls a picture of taylor along with a love letter! it said,"hey, i hope you have a wonderful day at work.

i’m so glad we started talking. love, taylor.”.then she wrote a list of adjectives describing me, and followed it up by asking me if i thoughther picture was pretty. at this point, i was very creeped out andplanned on talking to this girl in person the next day at walmart. however, that samenight i received a text message from a number i didn’t know. i replied with the typical,“hey, who is this?”. the response from this number…”taylor.”. i called her and questioned her as to howshe got my number, and asked her why the fuck she would come to my work unannounced, andleave me a letter on my car, and also let her clearly know that i found this very weird.

i guess i had put my cellphone number on myfacebook profile. she apologized and said that she thought i’d like it and she wastrying to be sweet, and then went on to ask me if i thought she was pretty? i told herthat i am not attracted to her, and she got upset and hung-up the phone. the next few weeks at walmart, i would catchher following me around work, making obvious attempts to pass by the aisle i was workingin, catching me while i was on lunch breaks, and even would come in an hour early for hershift in order to see me before i left for the day. during one instance of her attempts to talkto me, she asked where i lived. i asked her

why she would need to know where i lived,to which she replied, “so i can meet your parents!”. i had had enough, i was tired of her stalkingme, and her response sent me over the edge. i yelled at her, “why the fuck would youneed to meet my parents?! i don’t like you taylor, and i’m tired of you stalking me!i’m serious, leave me the hell alone.”. she ran away crying and i went on about mywork. the next week, when i would head home fromwork, i noticed a red car that followed me all the way home, but wouldn’t turn ontomy small 4 house lane. this really weirded me out, as i was always wondering if it couldbe taylor trying to find where i lived. i

didn’t question it when i would see herat work, but i did start trying to find which car she drove to work, but never figured itout. i was home alone for the weekend, as my parentswere taking my sister on a college visit. it was about midnight and i was watching tv,when i noticed headlights coming down the driveway. this caught my eye, but it’s notunusual since my neighbor’s teenage kids across the street are always going out onweekends. however, the beam of the headlights kept slowly coming, and i saw out my kitchenwindow that looked onto our road, that same red car that had been following me previously. i froze, not knowing what to do. i tried tolook out to see what this person was doing,

but didn’t have a view. i could see thered glow of the taillights as the car came to a stop, then shut off. “fuck”, i thought to myself. “whoeverthis person is, they’re not going away, and whatever their intentions are at midnightare probably not good.”. i turn off the tv and the hallway light, rush upstairs tomy room and grab my knife and a small led flashlight. i hear the doorbell ring….i stay still inmy room, listening to any noises i could pick up. the doorbell rings again and again, followedby someone banging on the door. the sound echoed throughout my entire house it was soloud. i thought to myself, “this couldn’t

be taylor; she wouldn’t be able to poundon the door that hard! whoever this person is has got some weight behind them.”. whocould it have been then? an angry customer? someone i cut off driving one day who hadbeen plotting revenge all this time? whoever it was, seemed pretty furious and dedicatedto getting inside my house! i crept downstairs and slowly approached thefront door. after they had taken a break from banging on the door, i yelled out, “whothe hell is it, and what do you want?” the reply chilled my bones and made the hairon my neck straight up; while also infuriating me. “it’s taylor! let me in, we need totalk…now!”. i unlocked and opened the main door readyto flip out on this crazy girl and to tell

her off once and for all. between taylor andme was a separate thin glass door, similar to how screen doors are. i unlock it, andstep outside. there she is standing with her hands in her pockets, looking all innocent,as if she hadn’t done anything wrong. i yelled at her demanding she stop followingme and stalking me, and told her that if she doesn’t get off my property, i would becalling the cops. her reaction to this confused me. she started grinning slowly, eventually growinga wide smile, with her eyes popping out of her, staring right at me. “what the fuck is so funny? get off my propertyright now.”.

she interrupted me and said, “no no no…thisis how it’s going to work. i’ve been nothing but nice and sweet to you this entire timeand you’ve done nothing but treat me like shit. you’re going to like me and you’llbe the best boyfriend to me.”. is she seriously saying this to me?! whilethinking this, i see her reach into her sweatshirt front pocket and pull out a small pistol.the second i saw it, i ran into my house attempting to shut the door behind me, but she was righton my tail. i sprint up my staircase, down the hallway and into my room, quietly closingthe door behind me. i hear her slowly walking up the steps. i look around my room for myphone to call the police, but i had left it on the couch when i was watching tv.

"so this is it", i thought, "i’m going tobe murdered because some psycho girl at walmart couldn’t get over me not liking her.". atthis point, i grab the knife out of my pocket and grip it tightly, while remaining crouchedalong the wall, behind where my door would be if opened. it’s my only shot at surviving. i hear her approaching my room opening everydoor on her way. her footsteps come to a dead stop outside my door. there are no locks onour bedroom doors, and i’m shaking with fear, but my mind stays clear from the rushof adrenaline through my body. the doorknob turns slowly, and the door slowly opens…shetakes two steps into the room, when i use my force to slam the door against her.

i hear a body thud to the ground and taylorgrunt in pain. i rise from my position behind the door, to see her sprawled out on the flooroutside my room in the hallway, pistol still in hand. i sink my blade all the way intothe shoulder of the arm that was holding the gun. she lets out an ear-piercing scream ofagony and she writhes in pain. i grab the gun, pull out the shoelace frommy shoe and used it to tie her legs together so she would be unable to escape while i randownstairs to retrieve my cell phone. i call 911 as i run back upstairs, taylor still onthe floor crying and holding her arm. the police arrived about 15 minutes later andshe was put into the ambulance and i never saw her again.

i gave the police my statement of everythingthat happened, and the events leading up to what had occurred that night. i was told afew weeks later by the officer who came to the scene, that taylor would be charged withcriminal stalking, trespassing, and attempted murder. her trial is set for december 11thof 2015. this story was submitted by daleklet me start by saying i was, at the time of this story, a 16 year old female. i livein scotland in britain. this story was terrifying to me in every way. a little background first - on weekends iwalk my neighbour’s dog. technically the dog belongs to my neighbour’s daughter;however when my neighbour’s daughter goes

to work, my neighbour looks after the dog.she is 84 now and can no longer walk the dog, so i decided i’d help out. one thursday i was coming back from a tripto the theatre on the bus. the only two people on the bus were me and an older lady. we cameup on some road work traffic lights and the bus stops. both sides are the bus was thickwoods; typical i know. bored of waiting, i gaze out of the bus windows,and i see something. at first i can’t make it our because of how dark it was. but thelight bleeding from the bus is just enough to make out faces; many, many faces. theywere arranged in a circle like they were at a table or something. i couldn’t see muchbelow the necks so i assume they wore black.

one of them catches sight of the bus and theyall looked over; and saw me staring. some got up and started to walk towards thebus. i was terrified; i had never in my life been as scared as i was in this situation.i would say their faces were full of malice or something, but no, they were very normal.not blank but just bored, or more like inconvenienced. i wanted to move, or shout, or scream, orcry, but i did nothing; i just kept watching; staring. before the people reach the bus,it starts up again and drives on. i watched their faces disappear and realisei had wet myself from fear (sounds stupid i know, but i was just that scared). the oldlady or bus driver had clearly never noticed them. i suppose i don’t blame them, sheis half blind, and he was concentrating on

the road. when the bus got to my stop, which i feeli should mention was only about half a mile away from the woods, i got off the bus andran home; faster that i had ever run in my life. i got in and went straight to the bathroomand took a shower. soaked in sweat, fear, and urine, i washed myself and cried; a lot. i told my foster parents about this, but theydidn’t really take it as serious as i would have liked. that night i replayed the incidentover and over in my head, and came to the conclusion it must have been a prank or something.i know now that is was a stupid thing to think but i needed to convince myself of something.

weeks went by and i had begun to put the storyout of my mind. no one i told believed me, and i started to even doubt myself. it’sfunny that if we are told something wasn’t true by enough people, we start disbelievingwhat our own eyes saw. i looked at that section of woods when passingit at night always after. i didn’t see anything else however. so after about a month, i walkedto the woods. i made sure to go during the day. i don’t know why but there is alwayssome kind of primal security in the day. i went to where i saw the group of people.i originally didn’t see anything, but after almost giving up i saw something glitteringin the dirt. i bent over to pick it up, and it was a key. i remember wondering about whatthis key opened, and started thinking of all

the buildings in the village which are supposedlyempty. i came up with a few ideas, when i suddenly felt a cold shiver run down my spine.i never believed the idea of knowing when you’re being watched until then. i justknew it. someone was looking right at me. the fear from before came back and grippedme tightly. stupidly i put the key in my pocket and ran.why? i don’t know, it seemed like a good plan at the time. but now i’m left wondering,if i had just left the key, if any of the following would have happened. running homei pledged to go nowhere near those woods again. however that isn’t the only woods near myvillage. another few weeks passed and i hadn’t toldanyone of what happened this time. there was

a lot going on for my foster parents thati’d rather not say, but seeing as technically nothing happened, i figured i’d just forgetabout it. i even managed to forget about the key i had. saturday came around, and i went over to myneighbour’s house. as usual, the ridiculously energetic dog jumped at me, almost knockingme over. i hug him and he licks my face. i grab the lead and clip it to his collar, muchto his disgust i might add. my neighbour talks to me until i manage to leave. the dog andi approach the woods i normally walk him in (not the same woods as the group of people). i plug my earphones into my phone, blast somesabaton, and head bang whilst walking. i always

only have one earphone in so i can hear thedog if he needs me. he ran into the woods and out of vision briefly, before he appearedagain covered in mud and leaves. typical, i can never go anywhere with this dog. i knelt down next to him to at least get someof the leaves of him. usually he used this excuse to slobber all over my face. but notthis time, this time he stayed rigid and stared behind me. having been spooked by the lastfew month’s events, i turned to see if he was staring at anything at all. he was. isaw a man walking slowly towards me. he wore a balaclava and a black long coat. i jumpedup and gripped my dogs lead very tight. he reached into his pocket. this was enough forme.

despite the norm of being to scared to run,i somehow rustled up the courage to run, and my neighbor's dog ran along side me. he tooknew something was seriously wrong. suddenly the puddle in front of me exploded,accompanied by the loudest noise i had ever heard. i was startled enough to turn. it wasa gun. the man had shot at me, but thankfully he had missed. he didn't have the modern typeof gun, this was a flintlock or something. i’m no gun expert, but it was old. he looked up and me and smiled before puttinganother bullet in the barrel. i took this chance and ran as fast i could. as horribleas it sounds i lost all regard for the dog. it did follow me however and stayed close.

i ran so far and so fast, that i had no ideawhere i was, but i heard him following. i ran to a large and thorny bush of some sortand crawled inside. i sat in the leaves and watched though the small gaps as he walkedpast. he stopped only a few feet past the bush, and i shook with terror. covered in blood, sweat, urine, and tears,i kept as quiet as i could. that is when it finally dawned on me; he wanted to kill me!i’ve heard so many stories of young girls such as me being raped, or sold into sex slavery,but this man meant none of that; all he wanted was to kill me. after looking around he continues in the directioni would have run. i must have waited in that

bush for twenty minutes. after i had managed to reclaim my consciousmind, i clambered out of the bush and took out my phone. signal! i was so relieved tosee signal. of course i rang the police immediately. i told the dispatcher everything and she toldme she was sending someone to the village, if i could make my way back there. i agreed,and she offered to stay on the line with me. i declined as i had to phone home and hungup. my foster parents weren’t home, so i rangthe next best person; my girlfriend, caytlin. she immediately believed me from the soundin my voice, and told me she was coming out to find me. i’ll never understand how shecould have been brave enough to come get me

after all i told her. she found me and could tell by the look onher face i looked bad. i hobbled over to her and she helped me back to the village andtook the dog back to my neighbour. we were met by a large group of police. they tookmy statement and took me home. an officer stayed with me and my girlfriend as the restsearched the forest. shortly after this my foster parents arrivedhome, and everything was explained by the police officer as i showered. it was agony.i was covered in small wounds from the thorn bush; you know those tiny cuts that stingso much. i had to get catlin’s help to shower. that was embarrassing, as i had wet myselffrom fear again. however, being the near perfect

girlfriend she is, it didn’t faze her. the police informed us that they had foundno one in the forest, but had decided to have officers patrol it all night. on top of that,one officer stayed with us. my foster parents had allowed caytlin to stay the night, asshe was adamant to stay with me beacuse i was so scarred. she slept with me that night,and i actually did manage to sleep. as much as i’d like that to be the end ofthe story, it wasn’t. at about four in the morning the front doorwas burst open. i woke immediately, as did catlin. she rushed to my bedroom door andpulled my chest of draws in front of it. we both then sat against that to stop the doorfrom opening. we stayed in the room until

the police officer told us to come out. theofficer had been shot but only in the arm, and the assailant was pinned to a wall inhand cuffs. it was the same man. he mumbled about a key, but i couldn’t makeout much of what he said due to his accent. i remembered about the key, and gave it tothe officer after the man was taken away. the key was taken away as evidence and that’sthe last i heard about it. it has been four years now, and though i livehappily with my girlfriend in london, some 400 miles away from the village it happenedin, i still find it so hard to walk in forests or woods. i never did find out what that key was, orwhy that man was so desperate for it he’d

kill a young girl. that’s what hurts themost i think. not knowing. nothing’s happened since, but both catlin and i have taken alot of martial arts training since then; both of us are paranoid of it happening again. picture by - rachel

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