May 20, 2013

• Let’s not meet

  I’m the type of girl that likes to get scared, so that of course meant taking a trip to reddit. I found this subreddit called let’s not meet, and was immediately intrigued. It’s basically a forum of nothing but people’s stories of their encounter with the creepiest of creeps. I’ve found myself reading them from when I wake up to the moment I go to bed. They are incredibly addicting to those who love real life horror.

  http://www.reddit.com/r/letsnotmeet

  Here’s one of the stories that I found interesting.

  When I was about 19 I was living in a shady neighborhood near Seattle. It was my first time living by myself, and I enjoyed my single lady lifestyle. i was driving home from a cafe one night and came to a stop light near my apartment. Normally here I turn left, go down one long road, turn right, go down that road and voila! Apartment complex at the end.

  I was in the lane to turn left and I see a van the other direction signaling right. It was a middle aged man driving the van, and for a moment we exchanged glances.

  The minute I saw him I knew he was a creepy guy. Just a gut feeling. He had right of way and I was content to let him go ahead of me. He pulls into the long street and I follow a bit far behind. Then he pulls over.

  I knew he was pulling over so I would pass him and he would get behind me. But I didn’t really know what else to do, so I passed him. He immediately pulls out behind me. I turn right at the end of the street, he turns right. I get to the end where my apartment complex is and turn left into it…he follows. I was, by the way, fairly sure he was following me, but there were lots of apartments there and while alarm bells were going off, I was second guessing it.

  I drove in a circle around the complex, not stopping at my building and the whole time he was right on my tail. Then I very quickly sped around the corner, pulled into a spot and turned off my lights. I see him go by. And he pulls up right behind my car. I realized then i had made a stupid ass move. Luckily, after staring for a bit (I was crouched down in the seat) he went and pulled in next to me. That’s when I jammed the car in reverse, sped around to the other side of my apartment, jumped out and ran up to my floor.

  Luckily my neighbor was having a party full of burly men. I ran up, they all saw my panicked face and asked me what went down. They let me stay there while I called the police. One even offering to ‘go look for the guy’. They did go down, but no van could be found.

  The officer came later and basically advised me to vary my routine and if I see it again try to get the license and call the police while in my car (my phone was dead when I was driving home).

  I never saw the van again. But as the officer told me, if anyone is ever following you, just drive to the nearest police station. Something I wish I had thought of at the time. But being young and stupid and panicked apparently clouds your judgement.

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