Hello Hello Hello Midnight Fears and your all to wonderful fans. As I am seated here in this bucket seat of my newly rental I am leaned back enjoying the afternoon rain upon the sun roof. I guess one would then call it a rain bonnet? Excuse my pun, but you see my happiness still continues as does my journey.

Once more let us re-make all the story so far, as some, may not understand how dastardly revenge porn people are, and this one, has a new element for you. The pinkmeth crowd are out for me Midnight, and yet clueless, and I get off on it.

You must understand, that once anyone sends suggestive images they no longer have domain, or any images, for that matter, read the terms and conditions, as too few will, but I have read and re-read them plenty.

My darling sister Marsha made this mistake. She sent them to her soon after, divorced husband. From there he shared them to the revenge porn site pinkmeth. The emotional blackmail was so intense it wore her down, then when it went to her real life she ended hers. Get the understanding complete Midnight, once a person has been trolled, their lives can be completely ruined. Nobody hires a person who puts nudes out, it’s easier to get off for murder sadly. Your friends, your co-workers, as well as your family want no guilt by association. Your town and it’s members stare and offer nothing. Like a cancer ignored it spreads, and finally my sister, took her life. I will tell you a secret the crimson letters on my white hat, yea, they’re written in her blood. I lifted her finger as she laid there on the floor in a pool of it, and wrote the letters, C.V. Now Midnight, let’s begin this recent adventure.

This, guy, “Whos/Your/Daddy/Me”, as he calls himself, loves girls to dress as little girls. He told Marsha to make several short videos of herself dressed as a little girl in pigtails and look in the camera and just say, “Daddy” over and over. She did or she was at risk of having all her data shared with our cousins on the other side of town. Of course he, as well as others released everything anyway. The only outfit she had which matched close was an old costume from a musical made back by a huge production company of the time. I am sure you know the one, it had small persons in the cast.

I guess he fancied himself an internet wizard.

He held down the average job, just a blue collar guy, and working along his daily grinding dead end job he must have spent hours thinking how since his life was going no where why should the lives of others? HUH! Life is truly what you make of it Midnight.

Once more I tell you, I don’t hate these men, hate is based on reaction with no plan. I am a vigilante, and one must be creative, and calculated in order for true change to occur. Again, I ask only your listeners to share my short tales, for them there’s no risk, for me however, surly the future remains to be seen.

Getting back on track…Whos/Your/Daddy/Me found me seated just outside in the social area of his plant. I was wearing a paper hair net to let him think I worked there. I was holding my phone upwards, as so many girls do to get just that right angle. I puckered my mouth as silly females seem to think those make for cute photos. I was laughing and scrolling through the fake vanity when he came up.

Whos/Your/Daddy/Me spoke, “So are you new?” “Only by way of the job big guy!” as I giggled and shook my finger in a come set down way. As he set the thick plastic mold smell on his  coveralls made me a bit dizzy. “When do you get off?” he asked “HAHA if you mean the job in about an hour, if ‘ya’ mean anything else h a r d to say big Daddy.” He covered his shame with his hands but I knew just that word would do the trick, and it do worked it’s magic. I am never failed by amazement how easy it is to get inside their heads. “Yea before this jay oh bee I was dancing just to make ends meet, OH you won’t tell on me will you sweetie?” I said almost like a silly empty headed school girl. As he leaned forward, his warm breath whispered, “why would I want to do that little girl?”

I know if I don’t put a stop to these low pieces of true scum they’ll each start moving their lives from behind a screen to the real world. I could feel Marsha embracing the moment of our moment of true triumph.

“Little!? Oh I don’t know about little.” I pointed down to my back side. “You know I can meet up later and we can discuss this more”, he said as the whistle blew.  I once more put my index finger to my lips, “Yea let’s drink a few beers at your place and just go all sort of crazy hehehe” As he scribbled his where abouts on my paper hat I watched him run back through the steel double doors.

After he was back on his line and I knew there was no chance he would come back out I ran to the car and ran the g.p.s. system to his address. These bachelors always have a spare key I thought, just where I needed to find out in less than one hour.

The place was a sad dump, the side walk had crack, the siding was rusted, and yard looked dead. For a brief second I felt pity. I found the key in a fake rock on the cemented tiny porch with tarnished fencing about. I went in, and the place was just as sad inside as out. Pizza boxes, empty and half empty beer bottles made the place just ripe with air.  The only room that looked kept up on was his small office space. His desk top was foolishly still on? That was stupid. Then I saw why, due to image upon image downloading from his pinkmeth sickos, as I’m sure nice gifts from his on line mates. Stacks of printed envelopes with addresses like a business class we all ready to be stuffed and mail. I had to breath deeply to control myself. I couldn’t really risk removing or touching much yet.

I went back out side, fluffed my hair. Put them in little braids, and unzip my hoodie just at the start of my cleavage. I watched in my rear view as he pulled up behind me. “So did you have any trouble?” I cut his sentence off short, “Not yet but I am willing.” we both laughed. “Maybe I’m an old fashioned guy,” He smiled, “But let me blindfold you and carry ya in little one.” “I wanna grab my bag Big MAN.” I knew it was because the only other room I hadn’t a chance to view was his bed room. He blindfolded me and my bag was on my legs, true enough he was damn strong, and that worried me just a bit.

I was right I felt myself bounce on a mattress and he took off the blind fold, as I thought, it was the second only tidy room in the house. “Now about those beers?” I joked “Can I have one?” “Are you sure you’re old enough?”, his lips made me sick. “Shouldn’t I be, old enough I mean?” “noooo don’t be” he leaned in as I slowly laid backwards, ; “call me d a d d y and maybe I will give you something with a little foamy head.”

“Are we still talking about beer, Daddy?” I got all flushed intentionally.  “No, we’re not little girl.”

My hands fumbled to reach for my bag. I took out an orange plastic jump rope I’d gotten from a cheap thrift store.

“I tell you Daddy I’ll skip rope and each time I miss you can tell me what Daddy wants for my punishment.” “Do it girl! Let’s see you shake what Daddy’s given you.” he spoke and his voice sounded like a prayer had been answered.

Can you take a picture of me looking so cute Daddy, and I handed him my phone. He smiled as I assured him I would be glad to email them to him.

I jumped, he snapped.

“My Daddy’s not YOUR Daddy, but he was hanging out clothes, MY Daddy hit YOUR Daddy square in the nose!” I chanted as I hopped the plastic. “What color of blood was shed? Red! Crimson RED.”

I tossed the rope about his neck when I missed the beat. I pulled him in close I said, “Oh ever play that one game where ya almost pass out during the special moment Daddy? Do it for me I bet it’s exciting!” Whos/Your/Daddy/Me was far to happy to oblige me. I Started snapping pictures one after another as the went right to pinkmeth, his neck and hands clearly what he was doing.

He started turning blue, I am out for revenge not murder! I let go and made certain he was just at the moment of passing out as I dawned my white knit blood stained CV hat, “Marsha, sends her regards freak.” In his slumber I ran to the office space, grabbed the letters, envelopes, and and set his pc to factory reset with a post it on the screen, “Thanks Daddy I have fun! C.V.!”

Ah The rain’s stopped Midnight, time to drive on.

Bye for now XOXO

Crimson Vigilante

Hello once again  Midnight Fears and fans of demented entertainment. You have, each one of you, provided me with the courage to continue my path. This one is the fourth and perhaps the darkest thus far. You have been warned.

Yes it is just me your candid CV in another town, another place, and, another coffee shop. I keep a close eye on the parking lot and my car as it would be extremely bad if any locals were to take a look in my boot; Or do you yanks it call a trunk? Oh I almost gave away my origin! I mustn’t ever do that again.

This pink meth revenge story takes place where potatoes grow the very best, or so that is my understanding. I have not noticed any huge difference in these or any tubers grown here. No matter, that only plays a small part in my mission statement.

Ah the lovely mid-west, the sod here is as black as pitch. It is a shame the coffee is not as strongly made. I am swiping through some wonderful images. I feel even the dark’s of my eyes increase as they flash. I cannot help but laugh watching and reading the comments the perverts left trying to figure out my game. Screw them, they killed not just my sister but a part of what made us a family. Marsha…once more…this is all for you.

This guy, called himself, “Playah69_666” He even mentioned he had it as a tattoo on his inner thigh. I won’t reveal his real name. Even I am not that wicked, as he does have children. They are innocent, even if he is not. Did I mention he is clergy? He is part of something dastardly called, “conversion therapy”, which is a stupid idea that if one fancies the same sex they can be taught not to make that choice via the powers of some divine antediluvian notions. Yet, he is a right sinister prick behind close doors, and hiding behind a computer screen. Playah, yes, he was the one who sent  photos of Marsha to church members after she refused to do crush porn for them.

We exchanged emails and I told him my daughter thinks she might be gay and was far out of control. I sent him a few photos of me dressed in flannel shirts and thongs, with my face etched out of course. My Mr. Playah was so willing to save a soul, and he had no idea I’d seen the photos of the children he posted to his pink meth degenerates. My sister Marsha might have been the only over 18 person he toyed with. This wasn’t just for her, it was for them too. I couldn’t let another innocent end a life, no way.

When I arrived at the camp, by taxi, I tipped the driver handsomely to pick me back up on a certain day and time. I knew he would be more than glad to get a return fare. I walked about a half a kilometer down a pot hole covered drive. I was greeted in the dusk light by a scrawny man and his burly counter point woman. They had bibles in hand and gin on the breath. I gave them my fake name and told them how much I did not want to be at this place and there was nothing wrong with me. They kept telling me I was confused and the power could fix me. I kept my laughter at bay, and then my tears as I saw young men and women peeking in dim lit windows in our direction.

I was first taken to an office I saw Playah setting there leaning on his index fingers. He told me the first 48 hours I would be isolated from the others. He then handed me a paper cup with water and he called them vitamins. I pulled my breasts close together as I knew that is where his eyes would go so I could fake taking this pills. For all I know they might still be on the window sill.  I tried explaining I was not gay, or bi, and I wasn’t even sexually active! He wasn’t listening.

The room smelled like old bread and sweat. A thin yoga mat was in the corner. Before shutting the door I saw hash marks on the walls. Or were they scratches from desperate people? My mind started roaming and the shelter became as black as their ground. What I can only guess was the next day the door opened, and Playah told me to follow him to one on one bible training. I was getting scared this might be the undoing of me, your candid vigilante, then I recalled his weakness from his posts. He liked feet, that’s right feet.

I told him how they hurt and while he read could I please remove my shoes to rub them. As he glanced over his aviator glasses and smiled he gave a single finger point to indicate it was ok. I rolled those white socks slowly down my legs one at a time. I untied the laces like a stripper. He said he no longer needed to read but could recite from memory.

Playah came from around his side and set on the edge of the grey metal desk. He was saying something about the wages of sin is death…all while watching my toes crinkle. Then I heard a scream from outside. When he ran out I took a chance and looked at the label on those pills, just as I thought, they were ones to induce vomiting. These poor kids were tricked into thinking the unpure thoughts were making them ill. I was shattered and knew then he had no mercy coming.

He came back in flushed and wet stains on that powder blue shirt. I asked what happened and I was told that the isolation chamber would be occupied that night. I had a choice of a tent out side with a “helping watchful staff”, or a cot there with him. I choose the inside.

Night fell and we were alone. I was told to kneel on uncooked rice and pray, it hurt Midnight, it hurt a lot. My tears of pain were genuine, but the out loud repentance’s were complete fabrications. I said I had thoughts from drinking, smoking, and they went on and on. I then said I had a secret which I wanted my arches rubbed. He called it a break through. Playah said the washing of feet was a ritual God would approve of, and poured a bowl of cold water. He told me to get up and set on the edge of his chair with my shoes and socks removed. I said, “Wait my Mother will be proud of the work you do, here, :Can you please allow me to take some photos for her using your phone?” He paid no attention at all to me as I snapped images and put them up for his pink meth degenerates. I included his real name, the address of the camp, as I knew, oh yes I knew this would put a for sale sign up quicker than anything! I knocked him over the head with his named plate from the desk and maced his eyes and shoved my sock inside his mouth. I used one of his zip ties from the wall to strap his wrists to the screwed down cot. I ran to the corner and grabbed my duffel bag. I took out my white cv labeled hat. I said, “You close this place, you set these kids free, PLAYAH69_666 and tell your mates. I’m coming for them. You killed my sister, be glad I don’t end your miserable existence you sorry excuse of a man.”

I ran back through the woods, the cab was there, he took me to my bus. The bus took me to my rented car. Now here I am Midnight. But where is that…..can’t say r e a l l y

XOXO CV

By Granny Monster

Hello Midnight Fears and Fans of all things frightening…

It’s me CV aka The Crimson Vigilante…

I wanted to thank you for the inspiration to continue to write my mission to you…

For those not following my story, here’s an albeit brief look back. Pink Meth a revenge porn site on the deep web which is rude, crude and with their dastardly ways, pushed my sister to take her own life. My path has lead me to seek revenge for her, Marsha took her own life after the embarrassment she suffered from those pricks on that site. I now take their honor and leave them with no knowledge of just why I treat them as I have over this time.

Obviously I’m no longer in the lone star state, as when you first read these stories, I am else where.

The skies, as I recall are big and bright, so is this story. I know men think how delightful it would be to do sick things to twins. Why should it be different for us girls? These 2 men, were registered sex offenders, and had my sisters photos plastered not only on their boards but even on free porn sites. Lester and Pauli, let’s just call them that,  then sent the url to our oldest living Aunt, and then after years of mentoring and giving support to Marsha, she stopped taking her phone calls.

I found them from the channel and read how they loved taking turns with girls, and age was of no matter to these sick s.o.b.’s! They would run a game system and troll for girls who seemed too naive to know any better. They would get these gals in their guild and gain their trust. Once established as just good old boys, the ladies would open up and maybe send them one or two photos. This would just pave the way for their black mail games. I couldn’t take the risk of them doing this to any more girls.

Four months of my life I spent playing this video game, bored to tears, but didn’t want to rush and give myself away. I teased the hell out of them, and finally told them I just had to meet them!

Do you know about Sun Tzu and the “Art of War”, Midnight? Sometimes the best thing you can hope for is to get your enemies to fight one another.

I  told Lester and Pauli I would meet them at a gaming convention in a large city, and to please get a room at the hotel where the event was to take place. They sent me a copy of their room numbers as well as where they would hook up with me.

If they wanted photos of me in my cos play outfit, I would be happy to pose. I sent them my picture dressed as an anime character and told them I’d be there, and to each twin I sent a different time because I really liked “him” more than his brother.  I knew they would be treating each other poorly by the time we met.

When I got to the hall I sent a message first to Pauli then 30 min later to his twin. I had ask they leave a copy of their room keys for me at the front desk under my sister Marsha’s name.

She was so meaningless to them they didn’t even realize the significance. Which was proof enough for me they were the lowest scum around. I might have taken it easy on them but now they had to get it.

Pauli’s room smelled of that man spray and it almost made me gag before I even knocked. He answered the door, there I stood dressed in my cos sailor outfit, looking too cute for words, and twisting my white knit hat. I even lied and told him I’d ran away from home and I was really only 16yrs old, knowing this would turn this sick fuck on. That yellow toothy smile is an image I wish now, I could erase from my memory! He asked me if I really liked him more than his twin and I smiled and licked my lips, “Yes you seem to be more down to earth than him.”

“What would you all like to do sweet thing?” Pauli asked in that long lone star state drawl. “Let’s play a trick on your brother.” I answered. I’ll go to his room and while I’m in the bathroom I will text you, once you come in you can swoop me in your arms and carry me back here and we’ll have us a time!” Of course he agreed.

20 min past and I went to Lester’s room. Once I got there I laid out the same plot only he was to kick Pauli out.

Let the fireworks commence!

In some strange way this let me still hear Marsha’s laughter once again. I went just as promised, to the powder room and sent him a text.

Not even three minutes and they rolling on the floor. Have you ever noticed when an image of men fighting can look so so sexual? I took out my phone and put out a nice 5 minute video with sexy jazz music and in slow motion. Very erotic stuff. It went right to Pink Meth, with their names of course. I left the convention full of satisfaction.

Sick twins had doubled my pleasure. I love recalling the smell of their sweat, their pong of aftershave and the copper ol’factory which was the blood spilled from brother to brother.

Nighty Night Midnight Fears..I guess I could mention where I will be next…ha no I think not….u n t i l

I grew up in a small foothill town just south of Tahoe where this whole mess happened. It was a few years back but I think about it frequently. I’m a fairly tall girl on the thinner side. I’ve always been convinced that my height was a factor in deterring creepy people from bothering me. I used to run through a smaller sub neighborhood within my mom’s neighborhood frequently I was about 17 when this happened.

I was about 10 minutes into my run not exhausted luckily when this began. I saw an all white van driving near me when I enter the neighborhood. I had headphones in so I wasn’t aware that it had been following me for a great deal of time. Another 10 minutes past I looked back and I could still see the van but this time it was parked. I got kind of creeped out at this point but I figured it would be best to turn directly and stare at them making sure they knew I saw them. I don’t know why it seems like the best option for time but I had been told in a self defense class before to make eye contact and stand your ground so I guess that’s what I tried to do.

I could see a young guy maybe in his mid to late twenties driving the van but I couldn’t quite see who was in the passenger seat at the time but someone was definitely there. I felt like I had been staring them down for at least a couple minutes and none of us were moving. Then the passenger side door opens and out steps a BEAUTIFUL young blonde woman. She couldn’t have been older than 30. She just kind of stood there staring at me and beckoned with her hand for me to come towards her. Smiling the whole time.

After she beckons and I don’t respond, she opens the sliding back door of the van and 2 young children step out. They looked like they easily could’ve been these peoples real children I’m not sure. They were all blonde and white and looks very similar. Maybe between the ages of 5 and 7 one boy and one girl.

Once the kids came out of the van I had an initial feeling of relief thinking maybe it was just a family who is readjusting their situation in the van and I was thinking something more sinister than it was. I had been a nanny for a while at this point and new kids could be fussy.

Once I could actually see the kids faces and see the empty vacant look in their eyes my panic quickly returned. The woman tried to take the hand of the youngest girl and she ripped her hand away. I don’t know if the woman could see my facial expression change or me start to turn to run away. But she FULL CHARGE ran for me!!!! Like a Olympic track star i swear. I was freaking out I just turned and sprinted away as fast as I could. She ran after me for a block or two honestly much farther than I had expected. When I turn back I could see the van full force driving towards me with her still on foot making ground on me. She looked like a quiet home maker the fact that this lady could run like a BEAST still haunts me to this day.

I ended up hopping the fence of a nearby neighbors house that had a dog I was chummy with. I hid behind the fence and I could hear them get out of the van and approach it. At this point I was so terrified there’s no way I was looking up to see them again. My neighbor dog friend thankfully saved the day and started barking like a crazy dog which I think scared them off. As insane as these people seemed I guess they didn’t want to deal with that.

I’ve told this situation to several people including the police all of whom say I’m probably just misreading a situation where someone wanted “directions” ha ya right. Abductions are something that basically never happens in our small town so I guess that accounts for the skepticism. One of the cops even said I didn’t fit the “meek body type” people usually troll for to kidnap.

Regardless of what anyone says I know what happened and I’ve never been able to forget it. By far one of the most intense situations of my life. Crazy creeper family let’s never meet again.

By squishysplits

I posted this in creepy encounters, but in this situation, it might fit here too..

Hey y’all.  Forgive me as I’m writing on my phone if anything is messed up and may have spelling errors as autocorrect hates me..

Ok a lil back story. This was 1992/1993.  I was 18, just graduated from HS and recently got married to my ex. husband (yeah I know,  dumb as hell but that’s a whole other story)  anyways I was working at a convenience store,  one that specializes in ice-cream as its main focus. I worked my way up from ice-cream clerk to assistant manager.   I had started my shift at 3pm and had to close the store at midnight but typically didn’t finish til 1-1:30 am.  I had some paper work to do, clean,  stock,  etc. The clerk that was supposed to close with me had an emergency so I was stuck doing the whole shift by myself.

It was a fairly steady stream of customers during the afternoon and everything went great.  Forward to about 8pm. The customers started slowing down so  I was able  to do some of my work. Then this man stumbles in about 8pm and went straight to the beer cave.  I could smell the alcohol on him as he walked by me.  He was about 6’3″ tall, dressed in a tuxedo.  I made smalltalk with him,  as it was just he and I in the store.  He told me he was at a wedding reception down the road and they ran out of beer. I made my way to the register and waited.  I knew I had to refuse the sale because he was already inebriated.

Anyways he gets to the register and places the alcohol on the counter.  I grabbed the cases and started putting it bedside me,  behind the counter.  ( that was our policy) and I said to the man “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t sell you this as you seem very intoxicated.” Within seconds he started screaming yelling and threatening me that he was going to hurt and torture me. Towards the end of the rant one of my regulars walked inand the crazy drunk man left my store. But before he left he said very loudly “I’ll see you when you close the store bitch” the customer that walked in stayed with me until the sheriff’s office arrived. They took a report and looked at the video footage and noted the car make/ model and what he looked like.

I finish my shift, start cleaning and mopping. I notice a car pull into the lot but stay at the far end, running, but lights off. So i keep on moping, not paying no mind to the car. I go to take the trash out, lock the door behind me (policy again) and realize the car is still there and I could see that it was the tuxedo man from earlier in the evening. I about pissed my pants! Threw the garbage onto the dumpster and literally ran to the store, unlocked it, ran inside and locked out again. I went to the back and got the phone and called the sheriff’s office and told them that the guy was outside with his car running. They was there within mere minutes. (Very small town)

I stood in the store watching them approach his car, get him out of the car and slap the cuffs on him. He told the police that he was mad at me and gonna “take care of me”. They searched his car and found duct tape, zip ties, a loaded gun and a shovel. The police told me he was beyond drunk, 2x legal limit.

I was scared for weeks after. After that, the manager made sure there was 2 people on at all times.

Don’t know what happened to him after his arrest.

So crazy, drunk, tuxedo wearing man, I def don’t wanna meet again..

By pinkhairdontcare17

Hello Midnight Fears.

First, I’d like to say I LOVE your narrations. This is the first time I am submitting a story online to anyone and it is okay if you don’t end up reading it in a video. Just writing it out is somewhat therapeutic for me.

When I was about 19 years old, I lived and worked in a town north of Chicago called Vernon Hills. This was over 25 years ago now but I still remember it like it was yesterday, especially the feeling I got when I finally realized how close I came to being involved in something I most certainly didn’t want to be. Let me explain what happened.

I worked in a local chain restaurant as I went to college. It wasn’t uncommon for me to be going home late at night, especially if I closed. One late night I was driving home (I lived in an apartment behind a large mall located there), I decided to stop for gas and cigarettes at a corner gas station located by the mall less than five minutes from where I lived. I have since quit smoking because it is so unhealthy and overall a disgusting habit.

Anyway, this gas station just had a small cubicle like area for the cashier, not a big store or anything. I pulled into the gas station and got out of my car to pump the gas. Nothing happened and the pump didn’t turn on. I walked about halfway to the attendant and noticed no one was there. “That’s strange, it should be open,” I thought to myself and for some reason I just stopped walking and went back to my car since no attendant could be seen. I went to a different gas station to fill up.

It wasn’t for some time later that I found out why there appeared to be no attendant on duty. I say, “appeared” because in fact, the attendant was there but he wasn’t visible. He was just murdered by a man in a robbery only minutes before I got there and his body was laying on the ground of his cubicle.

The man was struck 20 times in the head with a claw hammer for a few hundred dollars. Here is the link to the actual story from the Chicago Tribune.

http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1990-10-18/news/9003270394_1_gas-station-50-year-sentence-sentencing-hearing

This happened back in 1989. The murderer had an accomplice but he admitted to tying up and gagging the attendant on duty then killing him, a man in his mid-forties named George Wilson. The murderer’s name is Don Bartels. It was reported that after he tied his victim up, he stopped for a five minute smoke break before beating the man’s head in with the hammer. The judge in the case was quoted saying, “that must have been the longest five minutes of Wilson’s life.” That statement always haunted me.

It was the weekend after Thanksgiving and the pair thought they would get upwards of $20,000 but only ended up stealing about $350. They were caught and sentenced almost a year later. The killer got 90 years and his accomplice received a 50-year sentence.

This has greatly bothered me over the years and I still think about it occasionally. I have mixed feelings from this episode in my life. I was absolutely shocked when I first heard the details realizing I had just missed this horrendous murder. It was almost surreal for me. I often thought to myself, “what if I had arrived just a few minutes earlier as it was happening? Could I have prevented that man losing his life or would there have been another body lying dead on the ground? Mine.” Also, why didn’t I walk all the way up to the cubicle? I am glad that I did not witness the gruesome sight of the poor man’s head bashed in with a claw-hammer but then I could have at least notified the police. I sometimes feel ashamed for being relieved that I didn’t get there earlier and missed the ordeal entirely. I am also happy I didn’t see the gore for myself. Just thinking about it turns my stomach even today. I feel sad for the attendant and can’t help vividly imagining his dead body lying unrecognizable and bleeding only feet away from me when I decided to turn around and just go to another gas station.

Now as I look at my wife and kids, I do thank God that it worked the way it did for me, but I still can’t help but to feel ashamed for some reason.

Thank you Midnight and if you do use this story, please just refer to me as,” a loyal fan.”

Submitted by: A Loyal Fan

Growing up in a particularly rundown part of Cleveland, Ohio offers people the chance to learn some very valuable lessons. At the time this happened, I was about 14 years old and graduating the eighth grade at a local elementary school.

The nearest gas station to my house is a Speedway, and after school me and my friend, Amy would walk to the Speedway to buy drinks and stuff while we were hanging out. I feel that it’s worth mentioning that it was winter, so that when we left our houses (we are neighbors) at around 5:30 it was already getting dark.

I met her Amy at the bottom of her driveway, we greeted each other and walked side to side talking about what went on that day. After a few minutes we arrived at the Speedway and walked in. It was only me, Amy, and one cashier who was in the back the whole time. Amy grabbed her signature Starbucks mocha thingy while I went and just grabbed a Pepsi.

We were waiting in line and I, out of boredom, looked out of the window to my left. There was a tall, skinny, and dark skinned man eyeing me up and down from one the gas pumps about 20 feet away from me. He was wearing a black Miami Heat jersey on top of a gray hoodie, blue shorts, and no shoes. The more I stared at him I noticed he was smiling this… insane looking smile. It looked almost painful. After a few moments of staring he turned around and left.

“Amy” I said to her behind me, “Did you see that guy”

I turned around to see her looking at me, surprised. “No, why”

I just decided to end the conversation with a never mind and pay. We had paid and were heading home when out of the corner of my eye I saw the man. He was still smiling. Amy must have noticed because she turned and saw him too.

“S’that him?”

“Yep” I choked out nervously.

What he did next is something that still chills me to this day. He began to walk towards us, until he was 5 feet away from us. I instinctively took Amy’s hand hoping that she would pick up on the situation as she thought it was a joke. Thankfully she did. After a few minutes of silence he grabbed Amy’s arm and yanked her away from me.

I, going on adrenaline and instinct, yanked her away from the man and ran with her. She had begun running next to me. We stopped in our tracks when we heard home sobbing. We turned to face him and saw he was still smiling but sobbing as he smiled looking directly at us.

“Amy! Please don’t go! I love you!” Screamed the man. We began to run again and soon after heard him following closely behind us. Until after what seemed like forever we had stumbled upon a cop and his partner. The man was arrested on the spot. Upon being searched the police found that the man had knife and rope with him. The police called another car and they took us to her house where once inside she broke down into my arms and cried. Having some how kept our drinks I told her to drink hers and calm down. I also agreed to stay with her that night.

So yeah. That’s what happened. So crazy smiley guy, let’s never meet again.

By: ChrispyMemes

I grew up as an only child in a small house in the Hollywood Hills, before housing prices in the neighborhood skyrocketed. My parents were not the helicoptering type; perhaps because they themselves grew up in a small, safe town in the Midwest in the 1950s/60s. I spent my childhood roaming the neighborhood and the hills, playing imaginary little stories through my head. I had a couple of local friends over the years, but generally there were no kids in our neighborhood. It wasn’t the place to raise children; it wasn’t a great part of Hollywood at the time, and the 101 Freeway was quite literally in our backyard. Most of the streets were unpaved, and there were no sidewalks. Mostly it was populated with aging hippie types and struggling actors. So 90% of the time, I played and wandered alone.

One day, my mother picked me up from school and we headed home. Once through the door, we did the usual: kicked our shoes off, shouldered off school and work bags, greeted the cats, and attended to the blinking red light on the answering machine. I think I so vividly remember our usual little routine that day because what cut through it next was so UNusual and unsettling and rang in such sharp contrast to the comfortable little world I’d always felt so safe within. I was maybe eight or nine at the time, and this was definitely a moment of innocence lost.

There was only one message. A man’s voice, grinning, invaded the little house:

“I would LOVE… SO much… to SCARE… your DAUGHTER.”

Then he laughed, maniacal-sounding and exaggerated. It would’ve sounded like the guffaw of a villain in some movie, but it didn’t, despite the obvious theatrics. It didn’t sound that way, because it was real. It was far scarier than any fiction.

The laughter was loud, long, and drawn-out. I didn’t even hear the end of it; my Mom hit “stop” on the player, cutting him off abruptly. But his presence still hung heavily in the air. My little world had been irrevocably disturbed.

I remember my mother playing it off very casually and telling me that it was nothing, and that I shouldn’t be afraid. And I recall how shocking her composure was — how was that NOTHING? Shouldn’t I be afraid? Why wasn’t she afraid?

Looking back now, I realize she was putting up a front for my benefit. Whenever I’ve brought this up to her now as an adult, she seems to sort of vaguely remember it and goes, “Ohhh, yeah. I don’t know what that was. Just someone playing a prank.” I’m shocked, honestly, that my parents didn’t go to the police with it. That’s not what I would consider a “prank”. To this day, I think my Mom is still trying to downplay it. She grows uncomfortable when I bring it up.

Anyway… after that incident, I could never really fully enjoy myself when I was out in the neighborhood by myself. I always wondered if that man was somewhere in the hills, watching.

By: boopsbucket

I have read many of these Lets not meet stories on reddit, and I have always been lucky that I didn’t need to write my own until now.

My wife and I welcomed our son Lucas (not his real name of course) six months ago, its been a learning curve and this having babies thing is not for the birds but things are finally starting to go smoothly. He is finally sleeping through the night, and that nasty colic he had is gone. I am very lucky that I get to work from home, even luckier my wife owns her own business (photographer) She is home whenever shes not shooting a wedding, or at her studio. Most mornings we take a six and a half mile walk, and Lucas is strapped into his baby carrier and we take off.

We usually make it around half way before we need to stop to give little man a bottle so he will pass out and let us finish the walk in peace. So like usual we are about half way done with our walk and the baby starts cranking up for a massive squall. We usually normally stop at either a park or this nice fountain area with a coffee shop and grocery store attached. We both wanted coffee in the worst way so while i sat with the baby, wife went into the coffee shop for our caffeine.

I am slowly rocking Lucas as I feed him, when I hear someone sit on the bench next to me. I smell her before i see her, a heavy cloying, perfume. Shes dolled up to the nines, an older woman, between her late 30’s to forty’s she has that hard look that makes her look older than she probably is. “Vat Kind of baby is dat?” she inquires in a heavy Russian accent

I have a propensity for being a smart ass so i reply, “a baby”

“No vat kind, boy..girl?” she asks as she starts smoothing out the romper we have on the baby.

“He is a boy..six months old” I add, a little freaked out this perfect stranger is touching my kid. “Looks healthy, how much he weigh?” She asks trying to pull the baby to her to get a good look at him. Now I am hoping that my wife will come out any second but of course shes in line waiting for our Cappuccino’s . “Um i think 18 pounds, he was 9 pounds at birth.” I ramble on, hoping she will just go away. Lucas is drifting off to sleep, when she leans over and just snatches him out of my arms. “Ahh let me see big boy, big frame like papa, will be big boy no.” Now I am pissed, I ask her for him back, while I glance in the coffee shop, my wife is at the counter at this point. “Hand him over..now” I ask firmly, not to mention he is now awake and he is totally in that stranger danger stage so he was pissed. She reluctantly hands him over, I try to began to try to calm him down so at first I do not hear what she asks. “How much for baby?” I hear her the second time. “He’s not for sale!?!” I am incredulous and thankfully I see my wife get our drinks, and grab napkins and creamer

“How much you want? I pay high price for baby.” She starts touching him again and I yank him backwards.

My wife finally comes out, and sees the lady touching our kid. My wife is a total mama bear so she gives the lady dagger eyes, so she gets up and before she goes she looks at me and says, “You think about it da? ” then she walks away.

I tell my wife everything, and of course shes as freaked out as me.

Luckily its been a week and a half and we have yet to run into her again..so crazy Russian lady who wanted to buy my kid..lets never meet again

Edit: Just to clear some things up. We live in Canada, there are a lot of Russian tourists that come through this part of Canada. We did alert the authorities and no one had reported a woman prior to us calling asking to buy babies. How ever today we found out at the supermarket this takes place (well technically outside the market) that this woman was in the store last night and made a few families feel uncomfortable (following them around, touching the kids) cops were called but they let her off with a warning and she was kicked out of the store. Police are now aware of her but unfortunately unless she takes a baby or hurts someone they cant do diddly squat to her. We still haven’t run into her supposedly according to the staff at the store she lives nearbye..so lets hope we don’t run into her again. I wont ever hit a woman as was suggested to me by a few readers but my wife will not hesitate to knock a bitch out and trust me my wife is scary when she’s angry

Submitted by: Daddio30

Approximately twenty years ago (1995?) my childhood was perfect, or as close as you can get. To be honest, I was spoiled rotten rugrat. It’s was Summer time, and my parents decided to take my brother and I to the park along with our neighbor and his two kids; Eric and Misty. We were all pretty close.

While attending the park, my brother and Eric were scheming together, searching for a proper way to have [our] parents say “Yes” for our neighbors to spend the night. It was a success. At this point in time, everything is silky smooth. Both Eric and Misty said that they will come over to our house when we all got home, and after they get their toothbrush and their pajamas. My mom told them, “Just come on in. You don’t have to knock.” They both said okay.

Once we got home, my father got a phonecall from a close friend, who asked if he would like to have coffee with him. My father said “Yes” and left. So, as he’s gone, it was just me, my older brother, and our Mom. We were all sitting in the living room watching a magic program on television.

Moments later we hear a subtle, friendly knock on our front door. My mother, assuming it was Eric and Misty, said, “Come in”! Nothing happened. Once again, my mother says it louder, “Come in!” thinking she didn’t say the words loud enough the first go around. Still, nothing. All three of us are starting to get rightfully confused and paranoid, and for the third time, my mother attempts to utter, “Come in”! Again, Eric and Misty never emerged through the front door.

Suddenly, another knock on the door took place. Out of annoyance my mother decided to hastily walk to the door to see what was happening. Being a little child and very curious as well, I tagged along. What is the worst that could happen? We found out. Almost.

As my mother opens the main door, we both saw a man on our porch. This … Person … was dressed in a black ski-mask, camo jacket, cargo pants, and black military style boots. Adding to his getup was a handgun that was pointing directly at my mother. In his pocket there was rope, as well as a knife in a holster. Panicking, my mother instinctively pushed me aside to where I wasn’t visible, protecting me. My older brother was on the couch in a fetal position with blankets covering him; also being in complete and utter shock.

The next thing we know, this degenerate POS got startled and took off running like Usain Bolt and jumping our chain-link fence without any hesitation. The stranger makes a left which leads to the back-door and other houses. My mom hurries to the other door to see if it’s locked and looks out the window that’s structured inside of it, and she saw him sprinting through various yards of our neighbors in order to escape.

That … well; was that. Very soon afterwards my mother called the police who dispatched a few cops to our residence. She then browsed through our phonebook for the number to the restaurant my dad was attending. He quickly got home, even before the cops. The local police took our statements and assured us that we would be okay and are going to routinely drive throughout the neighborhood to be on guard.

Twenty years later, we still don’t have any answers on who this Person is, and better yet, why? What’s weird is that the neighbor and his kids moved just a few months later and I’ve never heard from them again. A part of me thinks that the father of the kid’s was involved, but there wasn’t anything definitive to prove that. Overall, it was just a strange night that I’ll never forget.

Posted by: Nerdfather1

DISCLAIMER: I’ll try to keep this story as clean and understandable as possible, my mind is pretty erratic right now. I just wanted to get it off of my chest and see what others have to say about it. This is the first of another story I have with this guy, I might post the other if this one gets enough requests, it’s pretty damn creepy, and I’m still mindfucked over it.

EDIT: I’ll be posting the second encounter with him within the next few days, I was surprised so many people were interested in it, thank you for all your kind words.

EDIT 2: Hey guys, I wrote the other story/continuance to this pretty early, it’s located here I hope you all enjoy it.

This happened near the middle of December of 2012. I was twelve years old, going through what a normal twelve year old shouldn’t be, I was mentally screwed with…a lot. Parents separated at a young age, forced to leave my two half brothers with my mother whom I was so attached to, lived with my dad, who later became depressed and fell into drugs specifically heroin. Mother was a pill junkie.. I was stuck between addicts, slowly learning what was occurring around me. It really hit me when my little sister came up to me with a dirty needle in her hand asking innocently, “What’s this?” and I screamed and yelled at her to throw it down and wash her hands and checking every inch of her body for marks if it touched her. Countless tears whilst asking my father “please wake up, why won’t you wake up?” My life was a mess. I still think about this time of my life and have breakdowns.

Since it was December, I was able to go over to my Mother’s place and spend some time with her and my beloved half brothers, little sister, and occasionally my brothers friend who I’ve also became close with over the times i’ve visited, he was basically apart of our “Family” clique we’ve formed. (we’ve as in, my two brothers, and I)

Time passes on, i’m enjoying myself with my brothers and sister. (I couldn’t spend much time with my mom, she was always too busy talking to the other addicts who would come in and buy off of her) We would spend our time in the basement. This basement was basically a bedroom. It had a T.V., bed, couch whatever you needed for it to be a bedroom. It was pretty cool, and our hangout spot.

More time passes, it becomes dark. We’ve all migrated upstairs only because the pizza has arrived. We’re all just talking, having fun. Then, there’s a bang at the door. another one of her junkie friends, cool. Until she lets this guy in… at first glance you can TELL this dudes weird. Greasy hair, acne craters, sweaty, classic black trench coat, black boots, skinny, tall as HELL. Naturally, i’m put off by it. I’m used to seeing some weird people come around, due to my father and mother both being feins/sellers. You get used to it, but you also always have your guard up, regardless. or at least I did.

So, they end up doing their thing, we mind our business, he leaves. My mom ends up having to leave somewhere, (probably to get a re-up, she would always go at night according to my brothers) She takes our little sister with her. (which, after this encounter, you’ll be glad she did)

More time passes, My brothers end up going downstairs to hang out, while it’s just me and their friend, D. We’re just talking, and I end up asking about this creepy guy, I end up finding out that he actually tries flirting with my little sister. Not sure exactly what he meant as in “flirting” but I didn’t try to pry into it, all he told me was he’d stare at her, and my mom even caught him trying to sneak off into her room at some point apparently. Wanna know what’s crazy? She was only 4 at the time. Sick fuck.

Not too long after that conversation, there’s a bang at the door, it sounded like the same bang earlier from the guy who was just here. (I’m going to try and explain this door as best as I can) This door is made if you’re tall enough, you can see through this glass part made into the door into the living room, and since he was so god awful tall, he could easily, and since the couch being set up where we were sitting at, he could see right at us. Fuck.

He sees us sitting there, and he has this shit grin on his face. His eyes are LOCKED onto me. He then says loudly, “Let me in, i’m your mom’s friend, she said I can come back in”

Now, dealing with these weird junkies, you don’t want to anger them. (I’ve learned this in the second story dealing with this guy) So we’re basically forced to let this weird dude in. Grrrreat, not only was his presence weird enough without even talking to him, we basically have to sit here with him until my mom gets back.

He sits down on the couch parallel from us, and I don’t recall what we talked about, but I specifically remember him crushing a xanax bar then using a dollar to snort it up….right in front of us, how polite, and him trying to get me to go to the store with him, until D spoke up and said “I’ll go instead” which lead to this guy magically changing his mind. I didn’t want to move from this spot on the couch, but I noticed my brand new iPod 4 was sitting on the window sill near him, and I didn’t want him somehow miraculously taking it and me being heart broken, so I mustered up the courage to get up from my seat beside D, and walk over to it, passing right in front of this creep.

I finally reach the destination, his eyes following my every move, he asks me a question.

“Are you my moms name daughter?”

“Uhh, yeah, haha”

“You look just like her, whistle”

“Umm, thanks”

“How old are you?”

“Twelve..”

“DAMN! If only you were 6 years older you would be mine, so I wouldn’t have to be going after your mom anymore, haha…but you’re still so sexy you’d be mine now anyways” while looking me up and down. Now guys, this dude HAD to be in his fucking thirties, hitting on a TWELVE year old.

That’s when I fucking froze. He then gets up beside me and tries to look at my iPod, trying to take it away from me and that’s when I remembered all the things D told me about what he was doing to my sister, in a fit of rage I yelled, “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!” apparently, it was loud enough that my brothers heard it and came running up the basement stairs, I made a dash away from this disgusting smelling man back to the couch where D was now standing at, my brothers now upstairs asking what happened, why did I yell, and I didn’t even hesitate to say, “He just tried to fucking hit on me!”

Of course this shitface denies it, but my brothers already knew about this guy constantly coming over, being weird to our little sister, of course they’re going to believe me over this greasy addict. My second oldest brother, M, says in an obviously angry calm voice to him, “What are you doing here without our mom being here?” creep face explains what he told D and I, and it was clearly a bullshit lie, my mom may have been an addict, but she’d try her best to keep us out of harm’s way as best as she could, as hypocritical as that sounds.

Now, M is a ticking time bomb. If anyone tries anything with his family, he IS NOT afraid to try and do anything about it. Instances where my mom was in an abusive relationship, and he’d see her S/O hit her, he’d instantly jump in, beating the living hell out of the guy. He’s not too big, but hes bulky, and around this time he was around 15/16 years old, 6’0.

This set him off the fucking edge when I told him what he said to me, he RAGED at him, throwing him onto the ground, on top of this man just beating him, to the point where D and my oldest brother had to DRAG him off of him.. as they were pulling M off of the creep, M yelled “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER”

I got a quick glance at the creeps now bloodied face, and he still had a grin on his face. He made his way up and near the door and said, “I’ll be back, fuck you and your fucking mom, and if I see this little girl again I’ll have a nice surprise for her” and slammed the door.

We ended up telling my mom when she came back and she did nothing about it, probably because of the fact that he was a customer and practically harmless I guess at the time to her, considering he got his ass beat by a 15/16 year old, it wasn’t too surprising either.

I went home the next day in the morning, and didn’t see this guy until a year later, and he sure did have a grudge against me.

I’d like to mention also, my sister was never sexually, or any other way harmed by this guy, he just loved to be a fucking creep

Submitted by: soraventus

So I’m a male nurse at a large hospital in San Francisco, I work in the ER and as is custom Thanksgiving night it was very busy.

Now my wife is also a nurse for the same hospital she works in labor and delivery. Between babies being born left and right and the people coming into the ER we hadn’t had a chance to take a break together as we try to do every shift.

So when she called I figured it was to say she wanted to meet up for a bite to eat in the cafeteria. When I answered I heard in the background a male voice screaming profanities in the background and my wife (who is fluent in Spanish) trying to calm this guy down. She told me their pager wasn’t working and they needed security stat.

I quickly hung up called for security told my fellow nurses what was going on and ran for labor and delivery,worried sick about my wife. When I ran almost square smack dab into this visibly angry man.

He wasn’t huge but bro definitely worked out and not at the gym, he was covered in prison tattoos and he was obviously a banger. I work out regularly but I knew this guy could kick my ass. He looked at me, gave me this sick grin and started heading towards me, sprouting off in Spanish.

I don’t speak fluent Spanish but what I could understand scared the living shit out of me, I’m backing up as fast as I can. I start buzzing the door to the ER frantically for them to let me in. This guys literally a foot away from me and the door opens and I’m pulled into safety by a doctor. Gang banger punches the door a few times, makes a dragging sign across his throat while grinning at us both.

Next thing I know the police rush into the corridor he’s in and it takes two security officers and two cops to subdue this dude. I finally make it to my wife who thankfully was shaken up but unhurt. She explained to me what happened.

A young girl only fourteen came in, high fever, vomiting, distended belly. The banger claimed he was her brother and they needed to cut her open to get her baby, they did an ultrasound and to their horror they realized she wasn’t pregnant she had bags of drugs in her stomach. It’s very common for drug mules to bring over young women from Mexico carrying drugs that way.

Home boy freaked out when they informed him his “sister” needed emergency surgery. And no he wasn’t getting his drugs. Thankfully the girl survived but the sad thing is she will be going to most likely be deported once she recovers.

So gangbanger who wants to kill me lets never meet again

Submitted by: wonderarenotlost

So, one night my best-friend and I are having a sleepover. Nothing out of the ordinary, I’m a big horror geek so of course we were watching a horror related flick. Soon we would discover the irony of watching The Strangers that evening. If it matters this occurred maybe 3 years ago.

To make it brief, my friend was lying on my bed , it was around 11 PM, my whole family was home in their rooms. I get up to use the bathroom in my room and left the door open so I could see the film from in there (I know TMI but whatever). As the movie is playing my house alarm begins to count down, indicating that a door in the house is ajar. I have a back door in my room because it used to be a sunroom. I also have an outdoor cat.

It occurred to me that no one was upstairs, it couldn’t have been the front door… no. So was it my back door? I call out to my friend and ask if she had let my cat outside, only to receive no response. I quickly came out of the bathroom to see her staring in fear at the back door. I slowly turn my head in terror of what I was about to see.

In front of me my door was slightly opened and I moved closer and it began to open more and with all of this happening so quickly i saw a black gloved hand, the jeans and boots of a man. Before I knew what hit me I was flying up my stairs into my living room screaming, I had a bone chilling feeling that I had never before experienced. My poor friend stayed in my room just stunned, my father ran out of his room barreling down the stairs into my room, and conversely my friend came flying up the stairs. It became inaudible but my dad was running in my backyard furiously screaming.

My mom was immediately on the phone with 911 reporting a break in. In minutes the police had arrived. My family were all fear stricken. Stuff like this never happens where I live. Although I did not see the man I will never forget the foreign feeling of fear I experienced that night. My father saw the man hurdle over the fence by the time he himself was running out the door.

The police stayed in front of our house much of the night. They investigated my neighborhood and said there was no suspicious activity, however there was a party down the street. They believed that the intruder was a drunk from the party that had straggled into our backyard, unaware of his actions.

I will always believe otherwise considering it was a warm night and there is no obvious explanation as to why the man was wearing black gloves. Not to mention our backyard fence has to be open from inside the backyard.

I don’t truly know what happened that night, but strange drunken partygoer, or malicious man with dark intentions…

Let’s not Meet.

Let’s never meet.

Submitted by: thecagedwhale

Dear Midnight Fears,

First just let me say that I absolutely LOVE your channel. Ever since my good friend introduced me to you, I am addicted to your videos and am in love with your voice. Now understand I am probably not your typical viewer. I am a married woman in my forties. I have never emailed someone from Youtube like this before, but thought you may be interested in my story. It is not as violent or scary as some of the stories you have told, but it may interest your viewers none the less.

When I was about 11 years old in the early 1980’s. I lived alone with my mom in an apartment. My parents divorced and my dad moved out of state. It was probably for the best but I really missed him. He was everything to me. You know, how a little girl looks up  to her daddy. I wanted to believe all men were like him and would care and look out for me like he would. It didn’t take long before I learned the truth that this was not the case.

Anyways, my mom eventually started dating and before long she had this boyfriend. He wasn’t too terrible, but looking back now I can see some of the disturbing behavior on his part. For instance, he would always wrestle with me and give me tickle sessions. At the time I didn’t think much about it, but now I realized he was too grabby and touchy with me when we played. He would always barge in to my room while I was changing or going to the bathroom, he would just walk in if I was taking a bath and so forth.

I didn’t realize that he was creepy until I got older and knew better. I remember thinking, “why does he keep grabbing my rear when we wrestle” or “why won’t he leave, he knows I’m in the bath?” It just didn’t occur to me to be alarmed as a child. Now I don’t remember him doing anything overly sexual to me and he never assaulted or hurt me in any way so I have that to be grateful for at least.

When I got older, I told my mom and she pretty much just dismissed it as me having an overactive imagination. Deep down I think she knows the truth but won’t admit to it because then she might feel guilty or something like that.

Well one time my mom and her boyfriend got into a fight. I guess it was a pretty bad one. I wasn’t aware of it at the time. So he decided to get to her by abducting me. I didn’t know it but he picked me up at the bus stop in his car and said we were going to go for pizza. I loved pizza and still do, so I happily jumped inside.

I had no idea anything was wrong until I heard him talking to my mom on a payphone and he told her I was with him and she needn’t worry. I could hear her screaming over the phone and he replied if anything were to happen it would be her fault. I knew something was wrong and the feeling of dread in my stomach told me I needed to go home. I felt as if I was in danger.

I could tell he was lost in thought and wasn’t really paying attention to anything else. He was nervous and jittery. I was as nice as I could be at this point and subtly tried to convince him to take me home. We got pizza and ice cream at the mall. Something else that I didn’t think much about at the time but today makes my blood run cold. We went into Sears and he bought duct tape, rope and Polaroid film for his camera.

To this day my mom thinks I’m crazy, but I believe he may have been up to no good. I don’t know this for sure but I just have a feeling that I barely escaped a horrible fate at the hands of this guy.

Anyhow, to make a long story short, he brought me back home and my mom screamed at him to leave and never pick me up again. He didn’t argue and just left. My mom did make up with him after this and even dated him a little while longer before they broke up for good.

One more thing that makes me suspicious is he had a son of his own, but we never met or even saw him. I’ve often wondered if anything happened to him. Again, I have no proof or reason to even suspect that anything bad or sinister occurred. It is just a feeling…

Even though this happened over thirty years ago, it changed me. I became not as trusting but also determined to make my own marriage work. It hasn’t been easy, but I make sure to work through our problems and I watch my children like a hawk. So just a friendly word of advice to all the parents out there. If at all possible, put your differences aside and try to work through them for your children’s sake. Don’t give up so easy. You never know what may happen down the road.

Submitted by: Lucky Girl

 

**** Legal stuff – I know of and consent to my stories being told on youtube.*****

*** I wish to stay anonymous, so just list me as  “Anonymous Mom” Thanks ***

Hi Midnight Fears, I just wanted to say I enjoy your channel and believe that reading the stories about near abductions is a wonderful educational tool for the general population.  I consider it a public service and genuinely want to say thank you for doing it.

I’d also like to make a quick response to the pedophile in your Disturbing Deep Web Stories – Sexual Fetishes – Viewer Submissions Volume 6 . He is actually one of the reasons I felt compelled to share my two abduction attempt stories.

To the insufferable pedophile, you are not fit to breathe the same air as the rest of us. I honestly hope Anonymous finds you and doxes you. You cause irreparable harm to the children you defile and potentially help to create psychopaths in your quest for your sick self gratification. Just remember that the damage you cause might end up being your undoing. I have included a link of a video you might want to watch so that you better understand why one of them may show up one day to gut you like a fish. There is no amount of money or clout that will save you from the fate they may end up exacting on you and you clearly have earned every minute of it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOjykLQAdaE

Now on to my two stories.

This happened back when I was about 3 years old. My parents had gotten divorced and my mom and I ended up moving into an apartment. A man, who is now my step dad moved in with us. Well, they both loved playing tennis and would use the tennis courts at the apartment complex on the weekends. I, of course, had no interest so I would just kinda walk around the outside of the court and play by myself but would always stay close by.

So one day, I was playing with this big beach ball and it had rolled out into the parking lot. When I went to retrieve it, there was this older man standing around the parking lot. He looked to be about 60 and was wearing the standard 1970’s kinda sports outfit (this was in 1978 BTW). I’d say he was about 5’11 and around 160 lbs. I didn’t think much of him at first.

He then proceeds to walk over to me and ask me where my parents were, to which I pointed to the tennis court. He then crouched down, so that he was at eye level with me, and asked me if I liked Barbies because he had a bunch of Barbies at his house. I then asked him something to the effect of why would you have Barbies at your house as a grown man, to which he replied his niece would spend a lot of time over there. He then said he had puppies at his house too. I told him I didn’t like dogs so he quickly changed it to he had kitties at his house. Even at 3 I called him out on this inconsistency.

Well, he kept talking up how fun it would be if I came with him to play at his house.  I at this point, was ready to go off with him believing it was going to be this fun day of playing at his house with his niece there. I remember telling him distinctly that I had to tell my mom where I was going. At this point I should explain that my mom always made it very clear that I better never make her worry or I was going to have hell to pay. My mom didn’t beat me or anything like that but if I made her worry because I didn’t tell her what I was doing, I got one hell of a spanking and I knew this. She always came through on her word when it came to that.

Anyway, he keeps trying to reassure me that I didn’t need to tell my mom and it would be fine. I told him no, I have to tell my mom or else.  Well, he started to get annoyed and grabbed my arm to try and pull me but didn’t want to cause a scene because there was other people around in the parking lot. I then did that classic kid squat down and pulled away and insisted that I tell my mom. He finally relented and I went to tell my mom really quick that this man wanted to take me back to his house to play Barbies and with kitties.

My mom turned white as a ghost and asked where he was and I pointed him out. My step dad spotted him and then, without a word, just started chasing after him. Well, my mom took me home and called the police. Sadly my step dad wasn’t able to catch up with him. He was too far away, almost to the end of the parking lot, when my step dad started chasing after him. I think he would have ripped him apart if he would have gotten a hold of him.

I want other parents to know their tactics and how some of them operate. You need to make sure your kids are aware of these tricks.

Now on to my second story.

When I was in middle school there was this child abductor on the loose that the school had even sent home a flyer for parents to be aware of this guy. The flyer advised parents that until he was caught, don’t let your kids wait at the school bus stop alone, take precautionary measures and so forth.

Well I remember this one day, I was out riding my bike around the neighborhood and saw this older vehicle that kept showing up on every street I would walk down. I knew this wasn’t a regular vehicle for the neighborhood since I spent so much time in general riding around on my bike. He started to try to get closer to me and was really creeping me out. I kept riding around trying to get away from him. He then proceeded to drive up on me and open the driver’s door and actually made an attempt grab me off of my bike while he was still driving. Well, I got away fast and tore out of there to my house.

I got home and told my mom and she called the police. I gave my statement and his description matched the guy they were looking for from the flyer the school had sent home.

Anyway, since I was just concerned about getting home when he attempted to grab me I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he had seen where I lived. Well, later that night when I went to call my cat in for the evening, she was no where around ,which I thought was strange. So my mom and I went out front and started looking around and calling for her.  We kept hearing her meow, but couldn’t see or find the cat.

Well it turned out, this sick pedo was holding my cat and hiding in the bushes to try and lure me over with the sounds of the cat meowing. Fortunately my mom realized this and saw him, to which she promptly took me into the house and called the police again.

This guy was eventually caught, but not on this night. Again, just like with the first story, make sure your kids are aware of these tactics. I hope this helps other parents teach their children how to not be victims of these demented predators.

Submitted by: An Anonymous Mom