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Leave. Me. Alone. Don't you understand?

by Skyebird on April 13, 2013   |  FacebooktwitterTumblr

I cannot even begin to fathom how I got myself into this mess. I was stupid, and I'm sorry I'm posting a story so trivial, I just need to vent.

It was dark, I was coming back to my college campus from the career center. I heard lots of noise and cheering, and being curious, I was attracted to the noise like a moth to light. On my way towards the noise(which was apparently caused by some dance-off in the quad) I was stopped by these girls who asked me if I wanted to go to a party. They introduced themselves, and me being overly polite to the point of sickening, told them my name. Thinking that I should really get out more, I said sure, and gave them my number. I also got an unexpected motivational lecture from these girls.

They told me the party was hosted by the Baptist church. I'm not religious, but I thought why the heck not? These people seemed nice. After I bid my goodbyes to these girls, I went back to my dorm. An hour later, I received a call from a woman telling me the details for the party which was in downtown LA. They'd pick me up and everything. They also asked for my last name and where I lived. Of course, now was the time the red flags were popping up. I decided I didn't want to go anymore.

They kept being pushy, and I was being a doormat. Two days later, they call again, and I make an excuse that I can't go (I really couldn't). They kept pushing me, and guilt tripping me. I ended the convo as politely as I could. "I'm sorry I troubled you, but I really just can't go." Then I hung up after awkward silence.

Then I had a nightmare that they had my email address. They also know where I live, and my name. Call me paranoid, but I really hope they're not people that are just using the name of the Baptist church to find people to kidnap and rape.

Story end. I'm gonna die. This is my message for just in case, you know who to go after. Look in my phone and trace the block number. On a side note, I got a really interesting story to tell people about stalkers.


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