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before we get to this specific day, i wouldlike to mention that some of these people are still out there, so for safety purposes,all names will be replaced. i will also not tell where i live. but it's somewhere in europe.so, first a little background story. i was 22 at the time, me and my boyfriendhad been clean for about six months. the life we had lived before was filled with hard drugsevery day, and in a small town like ours, the circle of those kind of people is smalland everyone knows what everyone's sitting on and are up to. it's just one large groupof people and it's like they're nesting together, and because of their constant proximity matchedwith the drugs, they eventually become so paranoid that they lose anything resemblingtrust towards one another. it becomes a neverending

season of weeding out each other and peoplecontinuously "disappear", found beaten to the brink of death or are simply gotten ridoff. anyway. it was easter and we had spent thelast half year in my in-laws house out in the woods, so this weekend we just had thisstrong urge to party a bit in the city. we called one of our old friends that we deemedtrustworthy, to ask if he could hook us up. his name was vince. he sounded happy to help,as usual, and said he was sitting on some e, speed and ethylphenidate. he seemed eagerto help out and invited us to come over and hang out. so we did.when we got there there was just vince and a girl that we only knew from a distance:jane. jane was known to be bat-shit crazy,

and all the previous bump-ins i've had withher has left me with very, very bad vibes, knowing that she's been involved one way oranother in the previous murders or disappearances taking place in the same circle of people.that is why i was happy to see she was passed out on the sofa.vince was happy to see us, after all, it'd been a while. my boyfriend exchanged moneyfor 4 pills of e, and to our delightful surprise, he gave us 4 more for free.so, me and my boyfriend took 4 each, and while we waited for it to hit, vince lit up a hugebowl of his homemade spice. (for those who don't know what spice is, as i believe itto be a european thing, it started off as"synthetic weed" but developed over the years and itseffects and side effects can be compared to

heroine). vince made his own, and he madeit strong. my boyfriend declined the offer, but i acceptedafter vince himself had hit it. it instantly punched me in the brains and it wasn't pleasant.it was like taking a hit of a nightmarish rollercoster. i felt sick and very disorientedand all i could manage to utter was a mumbled "i need to lie down".i made it to the sofa and collapsed and all i could do was to focus on not falling offthe edge of earth. i don't know how long i layed like that, but when i finally couldopen my eyes i quickly wished i hadn't. jane was sitting on the edge of the sofa rightbeside me and just stared at me with crazy eyes, absent any concern. she started movingher head back and forth, like a snake, and

i am sure she purposefully tried to freakme out. "are you ok?" she asked with a slow voice and the weirdest look on her face, lookingas if hoping my answer would be no. i nodded and gathered all the strength i had left tomake it to the bathroom, where i threw up. when i was done, feeling better, i went into the kitchen where vince stated scoldingly "now you threw up the e." then asked if iwanted more. i declined, knowing by the familiar buzz that not all of the e had gone to waste.it was rather unusual for him to be concerned with my high, but at the time i didn't thinkanything of it. vince instead insisted i take a line of ethyl, so i did.the four of us then decided to go outside and walked to a tiny peninsula connected withthe city. people have always gone there so

not to be bothered by the cops or other, andit's a beautiful place. we sat there for a while, chilling and enjoying ourselves withwhat was invading our bloodstreams. this is where things take a turn. i was graduallybecoming more and more fucked up and was kinda busy enjoying my buzz. while i was completelyout of it, my boyfriend - who wasn't as far gone as i, felt things turning shady and grewmore and more suspicious of vince and jane, and their true intentions. he'd known vincefor many years and could tell something was up.suddenly, vince gave his phone to my boyfriend, saying it's -ned-. both me and my boyfriendfroze, exchanging glances. now ned used to be very close to my boyfriend, going backat least 8 years - but 6 months back from

this time, they had a falling out over whoowed what, and my boyfriend had been rather vocal about his anger towards ned, and hewasn't afraid to express his dislike for the guy to the people in the circle, making itclear that he wanted nothing to do with him. not realising that the people had ralliedto ned's side, because he was at the time the one who was sitting on most of the drugsin town. after a few seconds of tension, my boyfriendtook the phone. "hey. hey man. what's up?" his jaw was clenched. "ye, i'm with vinceand jane. where are you?" it was a short conversation and i remember it to be a very strange one.my boyfriend sounded normal while i could see he was anything but happy, or relaxed."ned is coming here." he said and looked at

me, and even through my haze i could see somethingwas wrong. "let's leave" i insisted, and as we got ready to get the fuck out of there,a car pulled up to vince and he looked over to us "meet up at my place?" we agreed andstarted walking the short journey back to the city.jane, who'd come with us said she needed to get to an atm to take out some cash. we foundone and jane suddenly turned to my boyfriend. "you do it." she urged and handed him hercard. puzzled, he entered the given code and took out the amount of cash she'd asked for,giving her it and the receipt. jane took a moment to examine the receipt, suspicion growingon her face. "this isn't right." she said and glared accusinglyat my boyfriend. we both gave her a look that

said; "what the fuck are you trying to pull?"i mean, the receipt and cash were there, in her hand. eventually she gave up her try topin theft on my boyfriend and we all agreed to go back to vince's apartment. in hindsight,i believe it was an attempt to add purpose to a crime that was about to take place.when we got there , the place were full of people, sitting on the sofas and the bed.they were older, all of them junkies or ex-convicts, and they were all acting very strange. theywere silent and threw constant glances between each other, purposefully avoiding to lookat my boyfriend, yet at the same time it was very apparent he was the target in the room.the entire atmosphere in the apartment had gone from seemingly friendly to hostile asfuck. my boyfriend, already tense and wary,

overheard vince muttering to one of the shady-lookingguys that ace and his people are coming. now ace was basically a nazi, and had beforetried to lure my boyfriend to remote places to take beatings, or possibly to be takencare of - for the reasons of my boyfriend having expressed his liberal and anti-racistopinions in front of him. it should also be mentioned that at this point, ace was alsovery close to ned. my boyfriend instantly went up to me and urgedthat we should get the fuck out of there. we both looked over to vince, who was nowsitting whispering with jane. that is when we noticed jane having a knife in her hand,which she tried to pass over to vince, but he firmly shook his head and gestured by twicehitting a clenched fist into his palm, and

his eyes met with my boyfriend's. my boyfriendgrabbed me and pulled me out of the apartment, and we flew down the stairs.when we were hurrying back home, my boyfriend updated me on the signs i had obviously notnoticed - being as fucked up as i was, i could hardly speak or think straight. in hindsight,i suspect that was a part of their plan. he had been suspecting something was up sincewe left vince's apartment the first time, i had only started to actually get the situationwhen we went up there the second time. i went into full panic, we hurried through town toget home, paranoid and in shock. had we stayed minutes longer, i am certain they would havekilled us. these people aren't the type to stop a beating when it's "enough". i am writingthis 2 years later and i have since moved

away to start a new life, but i wasn't surprisedwhen i was told that 6 months ago vince was found dead and robbed. many people think,me included, that ace was behind it. ned and jane are now a couple, and i don'twant to begin to think what kind of awful things they are doing to other people, nowas a team. if any of you doubt that some really bad thingscould have happened that day, let me inform you that ace, just days ago got convictedfor arson and first-degree murder. his ex-girlfriend had just one day prior to the deed brokenup with him, and so he brought 20 litres of gasoline and emptied it all in her apartmentand put it on fire, locking her in to die in the flames.for me, it was a big shock to discover that

vince would betray us that severely. he'dbeen a really good friend and he was a decent guy. i realise i sound naive, but when you'reliving that kind of life, those kind of people are the only ones who understand, and frankly,wants anything to do with you. i still have big issues with trusting people,and often misread people for wanting to hurt me in some way. as i said, i have moved awayfrom the town and am now living a clean life. but i still have dark thoughts. for example,i sincerely and whole-heartedly hope that ace, when in prison, can figure out how touse a sheet in more than one way, and until he does - may he drop his soap many timesover. i am 19 year old female but at the time thiscreepy encounter happened i was maybe 7-8

the oldest i was at the time was 10. i havea horrible memory ask the guy i've been sleeping with for the past year. however these encountersi remember as if they were yesterday. my mom and dad had been separated ever since i wasyoung and having me when they were very young made them feel like they needed to go outand have all the fun that they missed when they were in there 20's. my mom had takenme to her friends beatrice's house for a party that they were going to have. i always hatedthis friend, she was always so mean to me and my brother. calling me mean names andrhyming my name with very crude things, i don’t think i ever told my mom or my dadbecause i have always been very shy and always wanting people to be happy with me. arrivingat the party, beatrice immediately called

me a mean name and sent me to the bedroom,her bedroom that locked from the inside.that was where i would be sleeping for the nightwhile all the adults partied downstairs. i guess my mom couldn't find a babysitter intime or maybe she didn’t have money for a babysitter. i don't remember where my brotherwas but he wasn’t with me, making me feel even more alone. my mom came upstairs to tuck me in and toldme to make sure to lock the door once she left and to not let anyone in no matter what.if she needed to come in she would call my name and tell me it was her. being the compliantlittle girl that i was i swore i wouldn’t open the door to anyone.

as my mother left to go and get drunk i lockedthe door and made sure it was locked. i didn’t want my mom to be disappointed in me if thedoor wasn’t locked. after checking to see if the door was locked several times i wentto bed. as i laid on my back listening to the latin music being played and all the peoplelaughing and obviously having a good time i slowly drifted to sleep. i awoke to hear the knob to beatrice's doorjiggling, as if someone was trying to come in. that was strange i though. i didn’tknow how long i slept, maybe it was my mom telling me it was time to go home? but itwas still dark out and i could still hear the laughter and joy that was filling theliving room downstairs. the door started jiggling

again but more subtle now as if the personon the other side knew there was a little girl sleeping on the other side. i froze,i had a sinking feeling in my gut, instinct maybe. even at 7 years of age i knew that whoeverwas on the other side of the door did not have good intentions for me. my eyes werestrained on the door, or the direction of the door as there was a wall that blockedthe view of the actual door and if you were to enter the room you are in a mini hallwaygoing into the bedroom. my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and all i coulddo was lay frozen on my back with eyes trained in the direction of the door.

after what felt like and hour of this persontrying to get into the room they gave up. i could hear them walk downstairs and rejointhe party. i was terrified. i kept my ears strained to see if i could hear the slightestjiggle of the knob and my eye trained in the direction of the door. i didn’t know whatto do. mind you i was the shy little girl who also had an adult who would bully herso going downstairs wasn’t an option. maybe they wouldn’t come back, maybe if i stayedup all night and watched the door they wouldn’t come back... i awoke again to the same noise, doorknobjiggling. petrified i laid in bed and prayed that they wouldn’t be able to come in. whydid they want to get in so badly? this time

was different, it wasn’t the soft jiggleof trying to get in and not wake the sleeping girl. it was frantic and terrifying it seemedlike they were on a mission to get in here if it was the last thing they did. click... they were in. he was in. as i laid in bed he poked his head from theside of the wall where the door was. "why aren't you downstairs?" i stayed silent.

"come downstairs and drink." silence. "you're beautiful, come." this time i shook my head. "ok. maybe later baby." he left. just like that i felt my innocence leave mytiny being. i got up and ran to the door and locked itand ran back to the bed and cried. thinking back he could have easily been hiding in theentry way and just closing the door for show,

making it seem like he had left and waitingfor me to fall back asleep. thankfully he wasn't. i tried to keep my eyes open and earon alert so that if he came back i wouldn’t be caught off guard. i don't exactly remember what happened thenext day but i do remember telling my mom that a man had come into my room last night.i got yelled at for not locking the door but i had insisted that i did and that this mankept trying to get in even when the door was clearly locked. i don’t recall if i hadtold my mom what he said to me but i described him to my mother. a tall man with brownish skin (typical latinamerican skin colour) he had glasses with

jet black hair and he was very good looking.i had seen him around a few times but i never bothered to learn his name so i couldn’tgive that vital piece of information to her. i had gone right to bed when we had arrivedat beatrice's place not seeing a single person at the party. my mom confirmed that someonewith that description was at the party and that she would talk to him and he wouldn’tbe invited over again. that was the end of that. until a couple of months later. my birthday. an excuse for my mom to throw a party at ourhouse this time. this time my brother was

in the house as well. before the party startedmy mom made me sleep in her room because her room was the only room in the house that hada lock. my brother would have to sleep in my room with another child that they broughtto the party. as i laid in my moms bed i felt uneasy. was he here? would the same thinghappen? this time i was worried for not only my safety but for my younger brothers andfor the little boy that was also sleeping in the room over. i didn’t fall asleep thistime. i was determined to stay awake because what if i wasn’t the target this time butit was my innocent brother that had a target on his back. don't mess with a girls littlebrother. i heard my door start to jiggle.

not again i thought. i knew that he wouldbe here. to this day i don't know how i knew without even knowing who was downstairs atthe party. this is why to this day i always count on my instinct. mind you i was a young child who was terrifiedbut was determined that if he got in i would scream. click... after hearing this sound i knew immediatelyhe had gotten in and sat up right away facing the door. ready to scream if he tried to getclose to me. "you're sleeping?" he asked. i just stared at him making sure not to breathto fast or make any sudden movements.

"you're so sexy baby." "come drink with me." it wasn't a questionit sounded more of a order. now! i thought. "noo.." i started to moan and i made surethat my 'no' kept getting higher pitched and louder. "ok! ok!" he tried to quickly shush me andhe left immediately. i made sure to wait a couple minutes and leftthe 'safety' of my bedroom and went to my room, where my brother was and the littleboy. a had a king bed so we could easily all fitin and i was determined to not leave these

little kids. they didn’t know what thisman was capable of and i was going to protect them if it was the last thing i did. i was wide awake and it had been maybe 30minutes since the man with glasses had come into my moms room. when i heard my moms voiceand another voice getting closer to the door. yes! my lovely mother was coming to checkup on my brother to see if he was asleep and i knew this was my chance to tell her aboutthe man who came in my room. i got out of bed and started to walk to thedoor when she slowly opened it and saw me. i froze. right beside her, talking to my mom was theman.

the man who had come into my room twice nowand who could have easily done horrible things to me. mind you at that age i didn’t knowabout sex or rape or anything of the sorts so i thought he'd kill me. but he was right there! "why aren't you in my room?" my mom asked,confused. i started to cry, hard. "he came in my room." i sobbed. "who?" the man asked. "you!" i cried harder

"me?" he said pointing to himself as if hehadn't heard me right. "yeah. "i wanted to protect evan, mommy. i was scaredhe'd come back for evan!" i whimpered. "she's told me you came into her room before!are you kidding me! go to my room delilah and lock the door!" my mom whispered harshly. the whole time the man denying he didn’tdo anything and trying to convince her that i was imagining things. i went to my mothersroom and laid on my moms bed and i could hear my mom crying and telling him to leave. iheard more people talking and then a few minutes later the music came back on and i fell asleep.i don't know if he left the party or not but

i do know that no one tried to get in my roomagain that night. a year later after telling my dad and himwanting his name and telling me he'd kill him if he saw him i hadn't given much thoughtto the man again. my mom and i went to the multicultural buildingin our town because she needed some paperwork done and whatnot. walking into the buildingi see the man crouched done doing some type of wood work on the floors. he sees us andimmediately says hello to my mom to which my mom says hello happily and they chit chatfor a bit before we are on our way. the man not looking at me once he maybe said helloto me too but i don't remember any interaction whatsoever.

i was annoyed that my mom was so chipper andhappy to talk to the man who broke into my room twice, but being that good little daughteri didn’t tell her any of that. it had seemed as if she had forgotten all about him forcinghimself into a locked room. that was the last time i ever saw him and that was maybe 9-10years ago. i've only ever told this to my mom and dadmy best friend and the man i lost my virginity to. i think that this will always be my mostcreepiest encounter with anyone. i'm glad that i can share my story on ce anonymouslyas this was very difficult for me to share and i has probably shaped the person i amtoday. so i'm in my third year in college, and ijust broke up with my boyfriend of three years,

and started dating again. i dated one guyfrom my lit class, but we didn't work out, so i was single once again.one random saturday afternoon around august, a guy named chris added me up on facebook,i saw he was studying the same program in our uni, so i accepted him. he started tolike my photos and statuses at first, so it wasn't creepy, it was unusual for him to likemy photos from way back 2011 but i didn't gave it a second thought. he was around 5"11has a big built and is an athlete. he was a college freshman, but we were atthe same age and he started chatting me. it started as a friendly conversation, then,that's when i noticed that instead of asking my number. he sent me a copy of my numberthen asked "this is your number, right?" weirded

out, i asked him where he got my number becausei never gave out my number even to my classmates since i was a lazy texter anyways, but allhe replied was ";)" monday came and he started texting me. i didn'treply to most of his messages and he slowly got mad at me, until he flooded my inbox from10 messages up to 300 messages and 80 missed calls! he also told me ever since classesstarted, he was already spying on me when we had dance rehearsals for our program andschool events. he also admitted he used to follow me until i get a ride home. he probablythought that was cute, but that immediately creep me out! then asked me out, i refusedimmediately, because i was still not emotionally ready to be in a relationship, and i was alreadycreeped out by him but i turned him down politely

and told him he deserves someone better. buthe was insistent and told me "i don't care, i'm going to wait for you. i'll never stopuntil i make you mine." then, that's when i started noticing him anywherei go near the university. he was like this annoying shadow. he would be at the cafeteria,outside my classrooms, and he even knows my best friends' facebooks although we don'teven study at the same uni! he also added up all of my ex boyfriends, although i onlymaintained communication with just one. he also tries to be friendly with my blockmates,but my blockmates noticed i was very uncomfortable so they didn't communicate with him too, whichmade him mad and he would send messages to me and complain, although i never replied.the final straw was i was joking to my close

friend as we were going out of the restroomand i said "what i wouldn't give for a bottle of sprite!" and we got back to my room, theni had to leave the room again to get some lunch and when i get back, my blockmate handedme a bottle of sprite. "that's from chris" he said, confused. then i received a messageasking me "so what would you give me? i gave you sprite?" i immediately threw the bottleaway from me. i was starting to freak out so i tried to confront him via text becausei really don't want to talk to him in person but he kept on calling me "my girl" and "mypenguindrummer" which really pissed me off. i told him to stop calling me his, becausei don't like him. and the only thing he replied was "i'm going to wait for you outside yourclassroom so we can go home together. i won't

take no for an answer"afraid and nervous, i asked my blockmates for help because i really didn't know theguy and they told me i should block his number and facebook, which i immediately did. then,i asked the last guy i dated to come pick me up from my room, even just for that daybecause i was already scared. thank god he immediately agreed.the next day, i was so afraid to go out of the room, my blockmates were nice enough tobuy me lunch and check if the guy was there. the last class ended, and my gay friend toldme the guy was already waiting, and james, the last guy i dated was looking at him menacingly.when james called my name, i immediately ran towards him and he wrapped one arm aroundme protectively, i didn't look at chris and

i was about to cry, but thankfully james walkedme out of the uni until i could get a ride home.my phone suddenly was filled with blocked calls and messages that night, and althoughi tried to ignore and delete it immediately, i saw a few blocked messages from chris askingme why i lied to him, why i broke his trust. what the fuck?! then, the worst day came,it was a friday night around two weeks ago and it was really raining hard. it was around7:30 pm and we just finished doing a project for our major subject. and as i walked outof our uni, i realized i don't have anyone to be with when i go home since most of myfriends lived at the other side of the town. so, i just put on a brave face and walkedout the uni alone, then i heard someone whistle

at me right beside the gate and i saw it waschris. i tried to ignore him because it was at leasta five minute walk before i could get a ride home but i could feel him following me. icouldn't run because i was wearing heels and it was raining hard. i could heard him callingme "my penguindrummer! i want to talk! please! come here!!""please! i miss you so much. i miss the way we talk!"i was so tempted to run but i knew i wouldn't be able to outrun him as he was stronger andfaster. and i couldn't ask for help because there were no cars passing at that time. iheard him coming nearer suddenly, i saw two of james' friends running towards me withan umbrella. gosh, i sobbed right into their

arms as they asked if chris has hurt me oranything. then i heard screaming, and i looked backand saw james, and his friend screaming at chris, as he screamed back. james was aboutto throw a punch at chris but was being pulled back by his friend.james was telling him off and to "stay the fuck away from my girl." and chris answered"no! she's not yours anymore! she's my penguindrummer!" "she was never yours to begin with. and ifyou try to get near to her again, i will fucking end you!"chris seemed to get scared, which was unexpected as james was thinner and was not even an activeperson, but he backed down and walked away. the rest of the boys calmed me down beforemaking sure i got home safely. i learned that

before james went out of the campus, he noticedthat all the friends i'm with lives in the opposite side of town, and i was alone wheni go home, and he felt something was not right so he decided to smoke with his friends inthe 7/11 near our uni and wait for me to get out.the next morning, i managed to talk to my professors about chris, and they told me they'regoing to talk to him and if he does anything stupid or threatening, he's going straightto the dean's office or something. but since i deleted most of threatening messages andcreepy confessions, they couldn't really punish chris unless he does something big again.the weeks after, i still see him in the hallways or when there are school activities involvingall students from our program but he doesn't

do anything anymore, i already changed numbersand made sure he won't be able to receive any information about me. james and i arestill friends, although he asks me out, he's not pressuring me which is good. and he makessure chris steers out of our way.