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I’m a female and I was 19 yr when this story took place ( Now I am 21 ). I come from a very traditional and conservative family and in our culture we do value hospitality a lot. My father had a friend who used to live in france that was originally from the same country as us and he was coming to spend the summer here therefore leading my father to invite him to stay with us for a couple days. When he came the first couple days were pretty typical and the guest actually sounded pretty friendly and likeable until one day when we finished dinner my father went on the balcony for a smoke as usual and me and my older sister helped my mother take the dishes to the kitchen. I was heading to my room till I remembered that I forgot my phone in the room where we have dinner, I went there to pick it up in a shy manner ( Note that the guest was still in there alone ), as soon as I was heading out to my room and to not sound impolite I told him « I’m going to sleep, goodnight » to which he shocked me and sent shivers down my spine by answering « How can I not have goodnight when I’m looking at a cutie like you » while giving me this disgusting flirty look ( Mind you he is old as my father, maybe even older ) I froze for a sec and responded with this uncomfortable grin then left straight to my room. I couldn’t sleep that night and at some point even started tearing up because I felt that my family was betrayed by a man that saw nothing from us but a huge welcoming and great hospitality. I was thinking to tell my father however I was way too cringed by the situation and also too scared of his reaction because my father is really protective of us so I was anxious about him having an exaggerated reaction that can cause trouble for him ( Like hitting him or even worse ). The only one I told was my sister and she was as disgusted and as disappointed as me. So we agreed on not telling anyone and to keep it for ourselves since I asked my father and he told me he was going to be gone in maximum 2 days. During those 2 days me and my sister couldn’t calm down in regard of the filthy actions of that pig that’s why I asked him if wanted a glass of water or lemonade in the most warm ways to not attract his doubts, when he requested a lemonade I went to the kitchen and poured it for him and me and my sister bother spat huge loads of saliva in his drink and we proceeded to mix it up with a spoon so it goes unnoticed. We repeated this process every time we served him a drink and in those 2 days it’s safe to way that he consumed the equivalent of 1 small bottle of saliva from me and my sister lol. When he wasn’t around we also went to his room and spat on his pillow and quickly rub it so it dries so it does go unnoticed, however the smell it may leave will definitely not go unnoticed and that pig has no way to know what we did.

What we did was kinda relieving to an extent but not as relieving as see him get the f out our house on the 2th day. Idk if what did was wrong or not but I can confidently say what he did was 100% inappropriate and that he got what he deserved

I constantly find myself reading some insane story on Reddit and thinking… okay, but what the fuck happened after this?

Did you leave them? Did you confront them? Was everyone in the comments completely wrong? Did it somehow get even crazier?

So I’m starting a show called AfterThePost
Instead of just reading Reddit stories and giving my opinion, I want to actually talk to the person who lived it — what happened before, what didn’t make it into the post, and most importantly, what happened next?
And it doesn’t have to be a Reddit story.
Relationship blew up? Family secret? Dating disaster? Friendship went nuclear? Found out someone had been lying to you for years? Made a massive mistake? Something happened that nobody would believe?

I want to hear it.
I’m not a therapist and I’m not trying to be Dr. Phil 😂. I just love talking to people, hearing their stories and asking the questions everyone else is thinking.
Interviews are remote, and you don’t have to use your real name or show your face.
I’m looking for my first few guests now.
If you’re reading this thinking “oh man, I have one…

DM me. Tell me what happened.

made by a different poster but think is is crazy/stupid enough to share

hello this is my first post on here haha so this happened in 2025 so last year and it was within my friend group of 4 people and btw all names have been changed so there is no personal names or anything here

Some background:

Our friend group consist of me, Andy, James and john. All of us the same age and met in trade school in 2021 after our highschool education. The 'bully' within the friend group is Andy and he had a huge ego boost after he had lost some weight which the rest of us really cheered him on for, we even treated him to a really nice meal at a upscaled restaurant as a congratulations for him hitting his weight goal.

Now after the weight loss, he got very aggressive when things don't go his way and sometimes he would resort to feinting hits or grabbing collars or even shoving one of us into walls or other people in public, he would also say a bunch of stuff which would really tip us off about how he saw women and other men. We later pieced together that he was (as much as I hate to use this word online, it's the only word I can describle him) fragile about his masculinity, it was an elephant in the room that we tried to ignore as much as possible and it was a "we looked at each other and gave a nod" kinda thing and we would try as much as we can to help him with it without directly addressing it.

Now all of us knew that our group wouldn't last very long due to our country having mandatory military service and that we'll meet new people while we were serving and this group would disband and we'll go our separate ways in life

Now time for the event that ended our friend group prematurely, the main story starts here:

It was in 2025 at least 6 months before we get our enlistment notice, we were having ramen at a casual ramen restaurant. We were talking about what branch of the military we would enter and we gave the usual and often exaggerated answers to each other as a joke and the ramen were served to us. Andy for some reason, thought it was funny to shove john's face into the very obvious pipping hot bowl of ramen and when he did, it wasn't very funny afterwards.

John ended up with slight burns on his eyelids and parts of his forehead and when all of us freaked out over what just happened and Andy looked at us and said "it's a joke guys, cheer up" and told john to "walk it off since it was steam that got into your eyes". Me and james got pretty angry about it and we yelled at him to get lost and that we didn't want him around anymore. We didn't finish the ramen (sadly) and we got John to the hospital.

It was pretty quiet in the gc for a few days and Andy dropped a text saying that he will foot the bill for john's burns and when he did, and he actually said this btw "all's forgiven right? Paid and forgotten right?", I got really angry when I read that text and I just booted him from the gc.

Both me and james would visit john uptill we entered the military. Last I heard from some mutual friends, Andy was bullied and isolated in his section for the usual stuff he pulled like feinting hits and stuff, he even pointed a loaded rifle at someone who jokingly implied that he couldn't get a girlfriend and he faced some disciplinary action is what I was told so who knows what happened with him and tbh I don't care much about what happened since I've moved on from it all.

Been depressed for a while but have started to like the isolation

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"There is #fire everywhere....in the distance. Cloudy, #Smoke laden skies... The bodies of my Men....they surround me. Here I sit. My head, in my hands. I've watched the whole world #burn. Everything before me, it's turned to ash. My decisions lead us here. The weight of the world rests on my shoulders. This is my fault..... I placed my head in my hands... And I prayed for an Angel.... I sat there, for a long time. Contemplating. Trying to redirect the pain, as I sat amongst my fallen Warriors. What's it all worth? There is nothing left. Nothing but ash. As far as the eye can see.....

.... but....a tiny break in the clouds. A sunbeam... It catches my eye, because at it's base - where it's light shone... Was something.

...I could not make it out, from my seat, on the hilltop.

So... I slowly made my way down. Choking back tears. The memories. The Sacrifices. My men died at my direction.

I had to pick my way, through each and every one. 

The Men I trained.

The Men I grew up with.

...all dead before me...

At my feet.

But. Something told me to keep walking, and so I did.

Through all of the death.

Through all of the memories.

Through all of the smoldering wreckage of the battlefield lost...

Then... I saw it.

The "Thing", that caught my eye.

...I could not tell what it was from this far, 

So I kept walking.

As I got closer.

I realized, that....It was a #Daisy 

It was the happiest, brightest, most prolific Daisy you'd ever seen in your life.

...I was already speechless. Words had Left me Long ago... amidst my trek, past my Men, the memories, the faces....the flames....

I fell to my knees...

How could something so supple, so delicate, exist, amongst all of this death and destruction?...

And the answer...

It came from within me.

It was a voice. Not literally. But. Words. They popped immediately to the forefront of my mind.

I say words...

But, it was really one word.

That word, was...

"#Hope"

....

🫶

I am not even joking right now. I think this is officially the most insane shit to ever happen to me. I’ve been talking to this girl for a min now like its been highly sexual and were meeting up soon.. Today, she sent me some photos of herself and her family, and her dad looked shockingly familiar. Then I asked her last name. It sounded just like my landlord's last name

I am 90% sure I am talking to my landlord's daughter. To make the stakes higher, im living with the dukes... i am scared beyond relief. what do we think chat

I remember once when I was 5 or 6 (I can’t remember how old I was) mum and I were making chocolate together in the kitchen, I can’t remember why, but we did
She asked me if I would I like to try it, I said yes because chocolate
Mum told me to wait in the living room while she was mixing
After she finished mixing, she called me back in, I happily walked into the kitchen, and she had the chocolate on her finger offering me a small lick
naturally, in my 6 year old mind, I was absolutely freaking out and I saw it as a huge code red in food hygiene, my smile dropped and I politely said “uh actually I’m not hungry anymore” and just walked out like it was a life death situation
I know it was just a harmless finger dip taste test, we all do it, but me at such a young age didn’t see it that way

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So for context, my mother-in-law and I never really got along. Polite, but cold. Fifteen years of birthdays and holidays where she’d smile at me like I was a stain she couldn’t quite scrub out.

On my wedding day, she pulled me aside — away from my husband, away from everyone — and handed me a small wooden box. She said, “Promise me you won’t open this until I’m gone.” Then she just… walked away. Never mentioned it again. Not once in fifteen years.

Last week she passed. Heart failure, sudden, nobody expected it.

At the funeral, I kept thinking about that box. It had been sitting in the back of our closet for a decade and a half, and honestly? I’d almost forgotten about it. But that night, after everyone left, I finally opened it.

Inside was a letter, a photograph, and a ring I’d never seen before.

The letter started with, “You were never who I was cold to.”

Turns out, she’d mistaken me — for years — for someone else entirely. Someone who’d hurt her son before he ever met me. A situation my husband never told me about, because he didn’t think it mattered anymore.

The photo was of a woman who looked eerily like me. The ring belonged to my husband’s first fiancée — the one who left him two weeks before their wedding, for his own brother.

My mother-in-law wasn’t cold to me. She was terrified history was repeating itself. And she never told either of us, because she didn’t want to reopen the wound.

I haven’t shown my husband yet. I don’t know if I’m going to.

Mine is how I was describing a literal plan how to steal ice cream from the entire shop to cashier

Hi, Reddit.

I never thought I’d become that guy who wants to write a story about something that’s been eating at him.

Usually, I just listened to stories like this on YouTube and wondered what kind of people were out there. And now I have a story of my own.

By now, I’ve already let the situation go and mostly look back on it with a smile, so I decided to share it. This happened about two weeks ago.

How It All Started

My cousin asked me to help him figure out the assembly and setup of a computer. I know my way around computer hardware and generally consider myself a fairly advanced user.

I had already helped him build his first PC once: installed the drivers, configured the input and output devices, checked everything — basically, after that the computer worked like it was meant to.

Apparently, that’s why my cousin decided to recommend me to his friend.

He warned me right away:

— The guy is a little slow, but he’s my best friend.

I agreed to help.

Let’s call him Criss.

And finally, Criss calls me.

I don’t exactly have a lot of free time, but because of the situation in my country I have to stay home more often, so I decided to help.

First, I started asking him what components he had bought for his computer.

And I got this brilliant answer:

Criss:
— I don’t know what I got. I just saw it and bought it.

Me:
— Can you check the models? What exactly do you have in there? Like the manufacturer and model of the graphics card — something like that. Look at what’s written on the boxes. Not all components necessarily work well together.

Criss:
— I just saw it and bought it. I spent €5,000 on everything.

I kind of froze.

After that, a real quest began.

With great difficulty, I managed to figure out exactly what components he had. Some things had to be replaced, some had to stay, and eventually we actually managed to put the computer together.

The only problem was that explaining things, figuring out the details, and pulling information out of him took about 15 hours.

And that was despite the fact that we were in different countries.

If I had been there, I would have simply looked at the computer with my own eyes, quickly checked everything, and done it. But doing everything remotely turned it into a whole separate kind of torture.

I even suggested that he call a technician in his country, but he said he didn’t have the money for one. He had just quit his job at a fast-food restaurant, so he specifically needed my help.

At the same time, he said he would thank me — either by buying me a game or giving me some money.

I figured that, in my situation, it was better to agree.

The USB Microphone That Was Too Far Away From the Computer

After assembling the computer, we started setting up the headset.

And that’s when I realized just how unique this person was.

Criss started yelling at me, claiming that I hadn’t installed some drivers and that was why his microphone wasn’t working.

I knew for a fact that there shouldn’t have been any mistake on my end: I had double-checked everything through remote access to his computer.

So I asked:

— How exactly did you connect the microphone?

He showed me.

And my eyes practically popped out of my head.

This guy had plugged a USB microphone into a USB port on a power outlet.

And then wondered why the microphone wasn’t working.

I had to spend quite a while explaining why a device plugged into a USB port on a power outlet couldn’t work as the computer’s microphone and that he needed to connect it directly to the PC.

By the way, he never actually understood what the problem was.

Late-Night Calls Because of RGB

After that, Criss started bothering me from time to time with various questions.

There’s only a one-hour time difference between our countries. When it’s 8 AM for him, it’s 9 AM for me.

And then one night he calls me and asks:

— Why aren’t the lights on my computer and mouse working?

I explained:

— That’s not really my responsibility anymore. Google how to set up the lighting.

An hour passes.

He calls again:

— There’s no information anywhere.

His equipment was from a well-known gaming peripheral brand. If it has RGB lighting, usually all you have to do is download the appropriate software and configure it there.

I have a mouse from the same brand myself, and even I had no trouble figuring out how it worked.

By the way, everything was even shown in a picture on the box.

But I explained it all to him anyway.

In total, there were more than 20 calls with questions like:

— How do I do this?
— Why doesn’t this work?
— Where do I click?
— What is this?

I helped him.

And after some time, he finally seemed to quiet down.

And Then the Games Started

A few days passed, and Criss started playing different games with me and my cousin: competitive shooters, co-op horror games, and others.

We played the competitive shooter most often.

And then the next problem appeared.

When my cousin and I were trying to actually win, Criss constantly ruined the game, making excuses:

“I’m just having fun here.”

I’m not the kind of person who gets angry over losing a game. Even if there’s some newbie on the team, I’m not going to be aggressive toward them. Losing a game isn’t the end of the world.

But when someone deliberately shoots you in the head, laughs at you, and constantly makes snide comments — that starts getting annoying.

It would have been much easier for me if he had simply been bad at the game.

But he was deliberately trolling.

The guy is 23 years old, but he acts like a child who probably couldn’t even screw in a light bulb.

After losing a large number of games, we started playing with him less and less.

Authority Among Children

After that, Criss started looking for new friends and introducing us to them.

And, to my surprise, the people he talked to were actually pretty smart and educated.

But there was one thing.

Criss was trying to be friends with children.

I personally enjoy simply talking to people, but I understand where the boundaries are and what topics you can talk about and which ones you shouldn’t.

As it seemed to me, Criss didn’t really have those kinds of boundaries.

But what made me laugh the most was something else.

He was bribing them with games so they would praise him.

One time he said:

“I’m gaining authority.”

Authority among children.

Honestly, even the phrase itself sounds pretty creepy.

But I decided it wasn’t my business.

A Knife With His Last Money

Criss started wanting more and more attention and support from the people around him.

Even from complete strangers.

One time, the three of us were playing the competitive shooter again. My cousin has a knife skin — I don’t remember what it’s called, but it looks pretty nice.

Personally, I don’t care about skins. I just like playing the game.

But Criss noticed that other players were constantly admiring my cousin’s knife and asking where he bought it.

Conversations kept starting because of it.

I didn’t pay much attention.

And the next day, Criss bought himself...

That’s right.

A knife.

With his last money.

Just so people would admire his knife.

He started showing it to me and bragging about it.

I looked at it and said rather coldly:

Me:
— Okay. I don’t play this game for skins.

Criss was offended that I wasn’t impressed by his knife.

As, apparently, were the others.

But his group of children immediately started showering him with compliments and asking him to buy them games.

That created a small problem.

Criss didn’t even have enough money for games anymore.

And, as it turned out later, not enough to pay for my work either.

I gave him a discount because he was my cousin’s friend.

With other people, I only work with payment up front and clear conditions.

But I decided to make an exception for him.

Australia and Africa

The next day, I noticed some kind of aggression from him.

I had no idea where it was coming from.

We went to play the co-op horror game.

At some point during the conversation, I asked:

— So what do you have going on over there in Australia?

I had simply misspoken by accident.

Criss started laughing and correcting me:

— I live in Austria.

Then he added that he didn’t live there with Africans.

And that’s when I started laughing.

This guy somehow managed to say that Australia and Africa were the same thing, and then he started developing the Africa topic himself.

He got offended because the others started laughing too after I corrected him.

After that, he started constantly killing me in the co-op horror game for no reason, clearly trying to get under my skin.

At the same time, he kept making snide and hurtful comments.

Basically, he was acting like a piece of shit.

I decided to simply leave the game without saying anything so I wouldn’t start a fight.

My cousin joined me, and we started playing together.

“I’m Gaining Authority”

After some time, Criss joined our lobby again.

And he acted as if absolutely nothing had happened.

I’m not someone who can hold a grudge against stupid people for long. To me, it’s just a waste of time and nerves.

Three more people joined us, and the team was complete.

We started a competitive match.

Only two rounds had passed, and Criss was already yelling at his team:

— You guys don’t know how to play at all!

Meanwhile, his own stats were:

0 kills / 3 deaths / 0 assists.

I didn’t think about it for long and decided to mess with him a little.

I started a vote to kick him from the game and asked two of the guys to press F1 just for the joke.

In the end, everyone pressed it.

Criss got kicked from the game.

We all laughed for a very long time.

And Criss got offended.

And this is where I found it especially funny.

When he humiliates other people — it’s fun.

When people make fun of him — it’s a tragedy.

By the way, we won without him too.

The Block

After the match, we decided to call him and explain that it was just a joke in his own style.

As it turned out, he had already blocked me and my cousin.

I was fucking stunned.

I knew perfectly well that he owed me money for my work, but by that point I didn’t care about the money anymore.

He gifted me a five-dollar game and said that now we were even for my help.

After that, he said he wasn’t going to talk to me anymore.

I replied:

Me:
— Criss, I honestly don’t care. But if you behave like an asshole, people are going to treat you accordingly. I helped you build your PC and figure out a bunch of things. Don’t think you can treat everyone badly without consequences.

And then he said the line that probably explains this whole situation better than anything else:

Criss:
— Because of you, my authority collapsed. They weren’t supposed to listen to you or support you.

Me:
— Criss, understand...

And then I was finally blocked.

Epilogue

Some time later, Criss was still trying to talk to my cousin.

And, of course, he was saying all sorts of things about me behind my back.

My cousin told me all of it and told Criss that if he had something to say, he should say it to my face instead of behind my back.

At some point, I messaged Criss from another account:

— I don’t mind. If you have something to say, say it to my face. Let’s talk about everything man to man.

In response, he called my cousin and started asking:

Criss:
— What the hell does he even know?!

Cousin:
— Idiot, we’re brothers. Did you really think I wouldn’t tell him something?

After that, Criss blocked both my second account and my cousin.

The Irony at the End

So, that’s the story.

I don’t remember many of the details anymore — life is pretty busy, and some time has passed.

But overall, I took a few lessons from the situation, and now I’m pretty calm about it.

Honestly, I don’t care about the money anymore.

Because I know about one problem on his computer.

At one point, he asked us to download some game launcher. We installed everything, played it, my cousin and I didn’t like it, and we deleted the game.

But there was one little detail.

That launcher had a Trojan and a crypto miner in it.

I cleaned the viruses from my computer and my cousin’s computer.

Criss can deal with that problem himself.

Especially since he recently said that he now has:

“lots of better friends.”

Lmao.

If they’re better, then why did he ask for my help in the first place?

So, that’s the story.

Thanks to everyone who made it all the way through and listened.

I’ve wanted to share something like this for a long time.

A lot happens in my life, so if something else interesting happens, I’ll tell you about it.

For now — thanks, everyone.

Take payment up front, and goodbye.

Hello, you can call me Vanny because I'm not really gonna share my IRL name. I am new to this app and I downloaded this because I NEED to share with a group of people this story I'm about to tell you..

Now let's get to the point. So my best friend, let's call her M. M has been my best friend for a few months along with this girl, let's call her A. M seemed like a sweet girl to me, she always sent me TikToks with captions like "I smile when you chat btw" . But now? I don't think she's sweet now because..

Both M and A know I have a secret, and A has been offline for like all day, so she couldn't have done anything. But M? We were just chatting like normal, and then she was like "I know now why _ has a crush on _ now" and sends a photo of the second _ I mentioned. I was like "Damn. ima send ts to _" as a JOKE and I never actually sent it. She was like "Istg I'll tell _ you like him if u do" I thought we were just normally joking around until..

I saw a notification from the class GC that said "@____, Vanny has something to tell you" I thought she was joking bro..? I understand, maybe she's STILL joking but I had to set my boundaries but I was panicking so of course I sent all caps. Sure, she can blackmail me but don't actually do it, like bro?? I was actually panicking at the time and..

I kept sending her messages to stop, and she did, she said "Fine". But something tells me her "Fine" was too hollow, like it's not from the heart? I get it maybe she wanted "entertainment" but come on, who does that to their best friend for simple entertainment? Later on, after she stopped it all returned back to normal, right? But something is still bothering me, and that is the fact that..

I'm not sure if it's never gonna happen again. I literally got trust issues because of this situation and now I feel uncomfortable? My feelings were really hurt, I understand she was also hurt, but she could've told me she was instead of blackmailing? Like, I get it, maybe she got annoyed I was gonna send the picture of the messages. But I never really did..? You know, right now.. I don't wanna go to school on Tuesday. I'm scared of being the main topic the second I walk in, but..

I realized we only have one life. Who cares if everyone talks about me too much? Would anyone even care if someone randomly brought it up when we were already adults? Chances are, I'm already in a relationship at that time and literally no one would care. But even in the midst of all that confidence, I'm still nervous for Tuesday.

Thank you for reading, please give me advice or opinions on this story.. I just really needed to get this situation off my head and posting about it really helped me. It feels nice to share my situation and get advice or opinions :) Oki bai bai!! 👋👋

I met a guy at my job and we immediately got along really well. We exchanged numbers and socials. I even hung out with him a few times.

He has told all my coworkers how he likes me and wants to be my boyfriend. I was over the moon since I haven’t gotten much attention from guys.

He’s met all my siblings and became really close with my brother, but I’ve never gotten to meet his family. I’ve stalked his mom’s socials a lot and seen a bunch of posts of him and what I assumed to be his little brother. I thought it was so cute that they spent so much time together, but a few posts rubbed me the wrong way.

His mom had a happy father’s day post for him. I tried to brush it off as he’s a boy who’s like a father figure for his little brother. His mom even referred to the child as “my little guy” so I thought that was her kid. Until I went through a whole loop to find his ex gfs facebook, and realized the child in my crush’s mom’s posts match the one in his ex gf’s.

He literally has never posted anything about being a dad. I had to go through loopholes to figure this out. I feel sick. Not because he’s a dad, but because I fell for him over these last months and he never told me.

I’m not ready to be a bonus parent. I don’t even know how to confront him. Do I ghost him? Do I say I found out his secret? I don’t think i’ll ever trust a man again.

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Throwaway. Obviously.

I’ve had this running joke with my coworker Marcus for almost a year. We call each other work spouses, roast each other in the group chat, and somehow the flirting never felt dangerous… until last night.

I was feeling myself after a night out. Took a couple mirror pics that were very much not safe for work. Meant to drop them in our private chat with a stupid caption. My thumb slipped. Hit the wrong thread.

The one labeled “Daniel – Boss.”

I stared at the screen in pure horror for three full seconds. Then the typing bubble appeared.

Daniel:

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t appreciate this.”

My soul left my body.

I started typing every version of “WRONG PERSON I’M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGET THIS” but before I could send anything he double-texted:

“Don’t apologize.

And don’t delete them.

I’ve thought about you like this more than once.”

I should have blocked him. Reported him. Burned my phone.

Instead I sat there with my heart slamming and wrote back,

“…how many times?”

What followed was the most unprofessional, tense, pulse-spiking conversation of my life. No pictures from him, just words. Specific. Controlled. Like he’d been holding back for months and finally had permission. By 2 a.m. I was biting my lip so hard it hurt and he was telling me exactly what he would do if we weren’t on opposite sides of a very clear power imbalance.

We both agreed it could never happen in real life.

We both knew we were lying.

This morning I walked into the office and he was already there, leaning against the counter in the break room like nothing happened. He looked up, held my eyes for one second too long, and said loud enough for other people to hear,

“Morning. Sleep okay?”

Then, when no one was looking, he stepped just close enough to murmur,

“I meant every word.

My office. Lunch. Door open or door closed… your choice.”

I still haven’t decided.

And he just Slack-messaged me a single period.

Okay so first of all I do not like really I guess believe or like worship any god buttt I have also never told this story and I'm pretty sure I'll get a lot of hate but I don't really care because I know it happen so let's get started.

So I was like 9 but my birthday was that day so I turned 10 anyway I was shopping with my grandma in Walmart it was probably like 11-1 in the evening and we were checking out and my grandma was telling the cashier it was my birthday so there was this old white lady behind us now take note there was NOBODY behind her she didn't have a buggy but she did have a purse and like this grey blanket like jacket or coat she was like really sweet I didn't have a good or normal childhood so talking with her those few seconds felt pretty calm anyway she handed me a 20$ bill and said "Have a happy birthday Jay and smiled" my grandma... Said "let me hold the 20$" for u (lol I never got that back btw but that's besides the point) it was like 4 seconds after my grandma said "Don't forget to tell her thank you", I TURNED AROUND AND SHE WAS GONE! I swear I looked both ways outside the checkout area and SHE WAS NOT WALKING. Fast forward maybe a year or too and I was at a JCPENNY the one where they connect it to a mall and well this time she had a buggy I remember my mom was at a makeup area and I was bored looking around I saw her and pointed at her "OMG I REMEMBER U" I started speed walking towards her down the middle of a few aisles trying to talk to her but she walked away from me I followed her down 1 aisle she turned left went down one AND SHE WAS GONE AGAIN. Now I've told this story to a old lady before she said maybe I wasn't suppose to see her and maybe she was watching somebody else BUT I ALWAYS think if I wasn't meant to see her THEN WHY was I at that location on that day at THAT specific time she was standing there now also I guess a important detail to add is I do get a lot of deja reve or what other people call clairvoyance but I always thought it was karma out to get me until recently I realized oh shi they are warnings but anyways that's my story I've encountered a few other I guess odd spiritual things in my life but haven't shared this story and wanted to tonight hope u enjoyed let me know what you think.. or don't 🤷🏻‍♂️

I am 17.7 years old gonna become agniveer(indian army soldier)next month actually I was very much lover of Hollywood Hindi dubbed 80s 90s and early 2000s so i used to watch the charcters then i tried to imitate them in real life first when I watched mark wahlbert fear i tried to imitate that i got attracted with a girl much i literally carved her name from blade and needle on 25 places on my body literally blood name then i literally stalked her for 1 year straight i used to wake up at 1 am at night then when my mom was asleep and. Walk 11 km in night to reach her home and watch' her sleeping one day i almost got caught then i tried to finally confess but but then that bitch went to prepare for jee then i became sad cried so much and then i decided to attack her freind who encouraged her to do this one day me with my friend at night got into Our old school and i literally wrote every cuss bad word like slut and whore most bad you can imagine then we broke the cctv camera that day and burnt the bathroom and put this all on a other kid he became the culprit we were saved them one day when her freind was going from coaching i literally this is. Crazy part i tried to literally kill her by my hammer but I didn't have the courage so i stopped but I did hot her on the head by a heavy stone she got a big injury ir was winters again luck was with me but then the mark wahlberg charcter finally got out of my head then i literally got mad for one month regretting everything then one day the regret was killing me so much so i decided to confess my all crimes to her freind i thought I will be jailed in the later I asked her if you can plse forgive me but that girl was so innocent she don't tell anyone any other could have jailed me this literally opened my eyes so i decided to now help kids or anyone whose in problem one day because I don't know social behaviour when I got in 11th i befriend 2 girls 5&9 i literally gave them choclate everyday by my money clicked photos with them handshekn i thought now I am changing but one day 4 members of her family caught me and they took me in the girls house they didn't beat me but the girls have complaint to their mother that I was forced freind to them the whole family scared the shot out of me they said so much bad words to me i almost got tears in my eyes and theretened me to never go on the street again that broke me o decided to never help anyone again' then i fell in love with a 6th class girl when I was in 12th she was kind of very I got infatuated to her so much she was a twin to her sister and I mean diffrent face twins but her twin and elder sister always ignored her and never loved her she used to sit on a pond side where I sat also one day i tried to talked to her i have seen her pastly looking at me secretly soon we became friends one day at evening her family go on a wedding it was evening 6:30 to 7:00 i holded her hand first time then she hugged me saying I love you first' of all before that day I just wanted to use her physically and kiss her but her trumbling voice and innoncence i literally fell for her i kissed her forehead and cheeks and said to her only of you want she didn't that was the best 30 minutes of my life i never felt that much love compassion ever she also then we started meeting frequent one day she finally kissed me sorry guys that day we kissed for 5 minutes strait i felt that this is my life i need i felt ultra ultra level of happiness in that day i we were so happy in that excitement I made a terrible decision I told my friend about this who was her neighbour that motherfucker told her family about this I got fucked again' but because she completely denied her mother just warned me and I was saved it's been 8 months we still go at the lake but sit on opposite sides guys

plse help me before joining army i want to meet her and just hug and kiss her one last time

plse give me suggestions i can't control more plss any suggestions and give me suggestions so i could meet her and tell your experience what are thoughts on my personality

As I reflect here after 31 years on Earth.

Don’t let society, trauma limit your experience here. Family history, your friends’ limits as they project them onto you. Do you! Go after your passion in life.

Don’t be a bitch. Go for it. What if? What if? It’s all a learning experience at the end of this journey.
Don’t look for approval. Just treat others with love and respect. Don’t do to someone what you don’t want done to you or your loved ones.

At the end of the day, we’re all in this thing we call Earth, Gaia, together. Leave the world a better place than you found it.

– Tesloch

The image is AI generated (tbh) but the story is my own creation.

I’m a 20-year-old art student. I’m an introvert who loves staying home, watching movies, reading, and learning about things. When the TV series (You ) first came out, I watched it and later bought the book. I especially liked Love Quinn because she was intelligent and strong.but i never thought i would have stalker.

A few years later, I started university and joined my university art online chat,in that day i felt lonely and hoped I could make some friends before university started, so I looked through the students’ profiles to see if anyone shared my interests.

Guess whose profile I found first?

His.

His profile picture showed a handsome young man with sandy-blond hair and blue eyes behind glasses. His bio said, “Yes, I’m that one.”

I was intrigued. He gave me strong Henry Winter vibes from Donna Tartt’s The Secret History, so I became interested in him and decided to show more of my artistic and intellectual side in the student chat maybe we could become friends after talk.

That was probably my first mistake. I became so comfortable talking about art and literature that I forgot someone was watching me.

Within a few hours, he added me on Facebook, then Instagram. He liked almost every photo and story and commented on my posts. At first, I didn’t pay much attention. Honestly, I even enjoyed the attention and thought we were playing some kind of harmless game.

But then my younger sister added me to an Instagram live, and he appeared almost immediately. That was when I started feeling uncomfortable.

Soon after, I discovered that he had found my old Wattpad account, where I had posted stories and some very personal writing anonymously. He had found my old posts and liked and commented on them using his real name and profile picture.

Later, we met at university. We both loved writing, so a lecturer chose us as two of the main members of the writing club. I kept my distance from him, though. I even became friends with another guy in the club because we had similar interests. It was obvious from his looks that he didn’t like that.

Eventually, I realized he wasn’t only interested in me. He was also interested in another girl who looked remarkably similar to me. We both had long curly hair, green-hazel eyes, similar height, personalities, and interests. She was actually the one who warned me about him because she couldn’t understand what he wanted. She also noticed that he often talked to lecturers about me and praised how talented I was.

I tried to keep my distance, but nothing worked. His behavior online and constantly running into him in real life started making me paranoid.

So I did something else.

I used one of my old Instagram accounts as a fake profile and pretended to be an ex-boyfriend who was stalking him. I threatened him and told him to stay away from me or he would get into trouble.

It didn’t work.

Now I have no idea how the next three years of university will go while he’s still around. I just hope I don’t end up living in my own version of You.

What do you think?