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Sassie

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When my father was a child, he grew up on a notoriously rough housing estate in Yorkshire. My Nan always accompanied him in the mornings to the bus stop, to catch his ride to school.

One particular morning they were running late, so he darted out of the house alone. He waited about 30 minutes before realising he’d probably missed the bus. As he started making his way back home, a car with a man and woman pulled up and asked him if he needed a lift somewhere. He jumped at the chance (saving him a thick ear or caning from the headmaster 🤪), and pulled the handle of the back seat door. As he was about to hop in, my Grandpa was turning the corner on his way home from a night shift.

Thankfully, he called my Dad’s name and stopped him from getting in. My Grandpa caught a glimpse of the 2 people driving the car and, right up until the day he died, was 100% convinced it was Ian Brady and Myra Hindley.
 
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When I was about 13 I was on the bus with my younger sister coming home from school. I had long hair up in a pony tail and as I was sitting there I felt someone tug at it. I turned around and there was a weird looking guy sat there with a pair of scissors and he’d actually cut a lock of my hair. I was freaked out and moved away from him. I was too scared to say anything to him and just remember thinking how weird it was. Fast forward quite a few years and there was a high profile murder in my home town. A mum of two had been murdered in her home and pretty much decapitated. My bloody ran cold when I read in the news that at his trial they said that prior to the murder he had travelled on buses cutting women’s hair and that he’s left some of that hair at the murder scene!!

Here’s the story... https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...urdered-mutilated-mother-Heather-Barnett.html
 
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clueless

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I live in the countryside and when I was 16 or so I worked sometimes in a pub down the road from where we lived at the time. My mum said she would walk down and meet me when I finished because she didn’t want me to walk home alone. I texted her that I was finished but then set off up the road on my own, I thought it would be fine because it was just a straight road, very quiet and not far from my house. Then I realise there is a car behind me and it started creeping along slowly beside me and it was a guy offering me a lift home, he said he lived in the house at the top of the road. But I know everyone who lives on the road, he wasn’t one of them, and there isn’t even a house at the top of the road! Thankfully my mum appeared on the horizon and he drove off pretty quickly then.

I wouldn’t have ever got in his car, but he only sped off once my mum appeared. The whole thing makes my blood run cold thinking about it, really frightening. I actually vomited when I got home I was so freaked out by it.
 
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LaurieLaurie

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Last Christmas I was walking along my local high street and a middle aged man (50s...I look about 20) stopped me and insisted I accepted a Christmas card and a bag of gifts. He claimed it was a random act of kindness and this was his 3rd act, the others being a donation to a food bank and a homeless kitchen/shelter. I very reluctantly agreed to take them as a way of getting away from him as he made a big deal of ‘choosing’ me. I got home and there was £100 in the card and three Soap and Glory gift sets. Random I thought... wouldn’t a random act of kindness gift be more vague? These were clearly aimed at a young woman...

He ended up stalking me every single day for three months. The police were involved and he was caught on cctv. It’s thought that he had been watching and following me for a while before he gave me the gifts.

I point blank refuse to stop and talk to anyone I don’t know now.

I live in the countryside and when I was 16 or so I worked sometimes in a pub down the road from where we lived at the time. My mum said she would walk down and meet me when I finished because she didn’t want me to walk home alone. I texted her that I was finished but then set off up the road on my own, I thought it would be fine because it was just a straight road, very quiet and not far from my house. Then I realise there is a car behind me and it started creeping along slowly beside me and it was a guy offering me a lift home, he said he lived in the house at the top of the road. But I know everyone who lives on the road, he wasn’t one of them, and there isn’t even a house at the top of the road! Thankfully my mum appeared on the horizon and he drove off pretty quickly then.

I wouldn’t have ever got in his car, but he only sped off once my mum appeared. The whole thing makes my blood run cold thinking about it, really frightening. I actually vomited when I got home I was so freaked out by it.
When I was 16-18 I worked in a bar/restaurant and the bus stop was down a dark and quiet road. We always finished at 10/11pm and men in cars would often stop and offer lifts but by some miracle a bus would always turn up at the right moment and they would drive off. At the time I didn’t think anything of it but 10 years later there’s no way I would feel comfortable waiting around in the dark on my own.
 
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memoii11

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This is going to sound awful but I’ve never told a soul until now. I promise I’m not trolling. It is hands down the worst secret I have to keep.

when I was eleven, purely out of curiosity and unfettered internet access, I joined a fetish website. I was very sheltered, no friends, and had no sexual education so very misguidedly thought it would help me understand what sex was (at a time when my friends started to talk about it but my family refused altogether). I never did anything. The website had forums similar to tattle where (in between the porn) you could chat and this was fairly inoffensive. I used to chat there, do stupid forum games. People used to ask me to go on webcam and flash my bits or whatever. I knew this was wrong and refused. Never took part in anything like that Or told anybody who I was - knew they would get in trouble otherwise too. Well, one day a guy appeared in my inbox. He said he saw how he had seen that I liked a certain tv show and started talking to me as if he was that character (if that makes sense - think like he pretended to be Spock. An Obviously fake character, not like a celebrity - I knew he was faking). it went on for months, just chatting or joking about ‘oh hi Spock, beam me up’ etc. well, I turned thirteen and suddenly his attitude changed completely. He started saying I turned him on, if I had ‘big tits to squeeze and *** all over after I give him a bj’ (always sticks in my mind that) sending me videos of him jerking off, asking me what I would do to him if he was naked in my bedroom. Bear in mind I was thirteen, he knew I was thirteen by the way I spoke, and hadn’t really had a clue about sex, hadn’t ever done anything to provoke him. If I ever refused to reply or Said he made me uncomfortable he would get really angry with me and threaten that he was going to track me down and attack me and tell my whole family what I had done. Somehow he found me on Facebook (bear in mind other than my age and name he knew nothing about me) and started threatening me there too that he ‘deserved’ pictures of my private parts for talking to me or ‘deserved’ a BJ. It was honestly awful, I used to cry myself to sleep worrying he was going to kill me! i Can’t remember what pushed me to but I just blocked him one day and deactivated all the accounts he knew me on in a panic. it took me until I was fifteen to have a Proper social media following again and even then I felt sick for years and years thinking he could find me or hurt me.

Even now it makes me feel sick - I hate Myself for doing it in the first place, I was so bloody stupid, I probably deserved at least part of it for being on there in the first place. It has put me off bringing it up because I know people will point fingers at me. It honestly makes me sick to think of what could have happened if I let it escalate even more. I can’t ever tell any of my family about it but I know now to lock down as much of my social media as possible and that when I have a kid they are not ever having unsupervised internet access until at least their twenties ;) 😱
It's not your fault. Don't feel ashamed. He knew your age, he's the one in the wrong. Try not to beat yourself up.
 
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Moe

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I know it probably wasn't what you intended, just trying to make you consider your words a little more since I work at a group with autistic people and they've had some bad reactions from people due to that type of thing being said and others not knowing better that not all people are like that and been bullied or harassed for being "different". By the way you can't be slightly autistic - not possible. Either an are or aren't situation. Perhaps he had some learning problem? Doesn't matter anyway, whatever he might or might not had his behaviour was unacceptable.
You are just nitpicking she went through an horrendous experience and she can describe it whatever way she wants. Imagine you are 17 and in that situation how would you describe it?
 
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NapQueen

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This thread makes me want to smash the patriarchy harder than ever before. 😡
 
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just remembered one.... I used to live in a flat years ago... I just had my twins (girls) and loads of strangers would stop and ask me questions about the girls.. people just being friendly... anyway I was out with them once when a teenage boy stopped me and said they were cute !!!! At the time I thought that’s odd for a boy to do that because it was mostly women usually older woman that would talk to me about the girls....anyway fast forward a few years and the girls by now we’re 5.... we moved house because the flat was too small... anyway I went to the supermarket and walking home down our road... when the same boy who said the girls were cute appeared !!!! I was looking at him thinking I’ve met you before!!!! Then remembered who he was.....
He was with his nan .... they lived down the same freaking road as us..... anyway he was looking at the girls and said do you want to come and see my rabbits and the girls been innocent said yessssss..... so we went together to go and see his rabbits ..... when we came out of that house I told the girls firmly that they never ever talk to strangers or go anywhere near that boy.... I just have a bad feeling about him...... four years forward..... he was arrested and charged with rape ..... of a child ... she was 9 and he raped her over the park that we lived facing ...... my blood still runs cold now typing this.....
 
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Sabbie

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I had a grim experience on the Paris metro when I was 21. Not going to tell the story as I don't want to trigger people. It was a long time ago and I am over it, but I will never forget his face. Ever.

Reading all these stories makes me so sad (and angry) that girls and women have to live looking over our shoulders at all times. We can never drop our guards. Ever! :(
 
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Sunflower90

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I made an account purely to share this. I’ve never ever spoken about it before but after reading almost all of these stories I feel like I can/should.

So when I was at uni (200 miles from home) I house shared with 5 others in a huge Victorian house (rooms very spaced apart)

I’d met a guy online on a dating app (I can’t remember the name but around the time of plenty of fish) I think It was a pink and blue coloured app?! Anyway.

We met up and went for something to eat, it was REALLY muggy and hot and I remember he wasn’t very attractive in the heat (just didn’t fancy him but whatever)
Anyway after we had food he said I want to go to the cinema and this parts a bit of a blur because I don’t really remember how or why we didn’t end up going but it got really late really fast. I wonder looking back did he spike my drink or something because I just can’t really make anything out from the evening after the food?!

It got to like 1 am (I think) and public transport had stopped or became really slowed (1 bus an hour) so he suggested a taxi home for me. He said he’d ride with me then I could jump out and he’d take it home and pay the whole thing. I went with it.

When we got to mine he just got out! I was kind of embarrassed to say anything (I was 19) and he was a fair bit older I’d say maybe 28-33 and was so sure of himself. Because he’d paid I just didn’t say anything - I felt stupid. He came inside and said ‘is there a sofa I can stay on? It’s so late’ I said yeah and then he asked if he could shower first because it was so muggy and hot. I said yeah. I just gave him a towel, showed him the sofa downstairs and asked him to be quiet because others lived there.

I remember going up to my room and I could hear him showering then it turned off and about 10 minuets later a little knock on my door. He just came in (no locks - sadly)
This WHOLE next part is a blur. Could have only been 5 minuets and he was ontop of me. I remember he was only in pants and his penis was so hard, in a scary way.. and he didn’t get it out it was just pushing through the material in his boxers really aggressively. He started pushing it almost inside me (with the boxers still on) and kept saying ‘I know you want it’ ‘I know how much you want it’ I felt so fucking embarrassed. I remember thinking how much I wanted the girl who’s room was down the hall to just wake up and come in but I felt I couldn’t scream I couldn’t even make a noise tbh.

He eventually went all the way and it was over in seconds.

He just rolled over and went to sleep.
Won’t go into detail about the rest but I’m kind of only realising now... about 9 years later. That was rape.
 
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Miss98

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Thanks for these replies, some people are actually terrifying.

I read the story on Mumsnet where the woman was at uni and saw a dark patch on her friend's bed and then found out the room the dark patch was in had been burgled and she reckoned she saw the burglar.

There are some good true stories on LetsNotMeet on Reddit. One story over in America about how a woman was on the phone to her boyfriend about to get in the shower and drops her phone by under her bed, she looks down and sees a man hiding under it and pretends not to have seen it so she goes in the bathroom and climbs out of her bathroom window. The police come to see the man waiting outside of the bathroom door with a knife in his hand.

There's a really creepy true story from the north of England off of Let'sNotMeet where a woman is followed home. I can't copy and paste as the story is too long but it's worth a read.

 
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bubbletea123

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From this thread, I've gathered women are so vulnerable and men can be fucking monsters. I already knew this before but wow shocked by some of the stories on here.
 
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Sariassong

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This is going to sound awful but I’ve never told a soul until now. I promise I’m not trolling. It is hands down the worst secret I have to keep.

when I was eleven, purely out of curiosity and unfettered internet access, I joined a fetish website. I was very sheltered, no friends, and had no sexual education so very misguidedly thought it would help me understand what sex was (at a time when my friends started to talk about it but my family refused altogether). I never did anything. The website had forums similar to tattle where (in between the porn) you could chat and this was fairly inoffensive. I used to chat there, do stupid forum games. People used to ask me to go on webcam and flash my bits or whatever. I knew this was wrong and refused. Never took part in anything like that Or told anybody who I was - knew they would get in trouble otherwise too. Well, one day a guy appeared in my inbox. He said he saw how he had seen that I liked a certain tv show and started talking to me as if he was that character (if that makes sense - think like he pretended to be Spock. An Obviously fake character, not like a celebrity - I knew he was faking). it went on for months, just chatting or joking about ‘oh hi Spock, beam me up’ etc. well, I turned thirteen and suddenly his attitude changed completely. He started saying I turned him on, if I had ‘big tits to squeeze and *** all over after I give him a bj’ (always sticks in my mind that) sending me videos of him jerking off, asking me what I would do to him if he was naked in my bedroom. Bear in mind I was thirteen, he knew I was thirteen by the way I spoke, and hadn’t really had a clue about sex, hadn’t ever done anything to provoke him. If I ever refused to reply or Said he made me uncomfortable he would get really angry with me and threaten that he was going to track me down and attack me and tell my whole family what I had done. Somehow he found me on Facebook (bear in mind other than my age and name he knew nothing about me) and started threatening me there too that he ‘deserved’ pictures of my private parts for talking to me or ‘deserved’ a BJ. It was honestly awful, I used to cry myself to sleep worrying he was going to kill me! i Can’t remember what pushed me to but I just blocked him one day and deactivated all the accounts he knew me on in a panic. it took me until I was fifteen to have a Proper social media following again and even then I felt sick for years and years thinking he could find me or hurt me.

Even now it makes me feel sick - I hate Myself for doing it in the first place, I was so bloody stupid, I probably deserved at least part of it for being on there in the first place. It has put me off bringing it up because I know people will point fingers at me. It honestly makes me sick to think of what could have happened if I let it escalate even more. I can’t ever tell any of my family about it but I know now to lock down as much of my social media as possible and that when I have a kid they are not ever having unsupervised internet access until at least their twenties ;) 😱
Oh my darling, you shouldn't feel any shame or guilt. You were a child and he was a horrible pervert. I know how we're conditioned as little girls to feel responsible for how boys react to us and that's so wrong. The world is a dangerous place and you were a blameless victim.
 
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super grateful

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I always remember this when I need to remind myself not to be stupid or too trusting! I was 15/16 and looking for the train station. Asked a couple for directions and they politely told me how to find it. Anyway I completely misunderstood and ended up walking the exact opposite way across a car park and suddenly they pulled up next to me, offering me a lift to the station. They looked late 40s/early 50s, nice, well spoken, friendly, blah blah - what’s the harm? It’s within walking distance, so short car ride. Very kind of them. In I get. When I was in the car they started asking me very strange questions and one I remember very clearly - “won’t your parents notice you’re gone?”. I was new to the area but knew it well enough to notice that they had driven out of town and were now heading towards fields rather than a busy town centre / train station. At this point I actually text my friend who I was getting the train to meet to say I was in the car with some weirdos and felt like I’d made a mistake (which took forever on a Nokia!). He called me and I managed to talk them into dropping me off at some random underpass but they seemed pretty angry about it. Anyway this story always gets to me because about 2 months later their picture was in the local paper for kidnapping a 15yo and forcing her to work as their slave!
 
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ShowingMyMinkyOnIG

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I'll share a funny one...

A good few years ago I was at the bar ordering a drink when a guy to the side of me copped a feel of my arse. However as my arm was at my side and I luckily managed to grab his hand and pulled it up to his face. By this point his hand had gone all floppy, I think he was trying to pretend it wasn't his 😂 and I shouted Do. Not. Touch. Women. Without Permission. and hit his face with his own hand with each word. 🤣 I turned back to pay for my drink and realised the bar staff were pissing themselves laughing. The groper with the floppy hand left before he was asked and my drinks were free 😁
 
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shortgirl

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Just before my 17th birthday I started working at Tesco on the checkouts, it was my first job and I was loving it. About a week after I had this man came through my checkout, quite tall, (but then again I am only 4’11 so everyone is tall to me) and I wouldn’t say he was fat but he was quite stocky he had strong arms but a bit of a belly, I would say he was maybe late 30’s early 40’s? He also kinda seemed not right if that makes sense? Maybe a but autistic.. Anyway he came through my checkout and started chatting to me saying he hadn’t seen me in here before and asking when I had started, I just thought he was a friendly customer so chatted back to him, he paid for his shopping and left. Every week when he came in I noticed that he would ALWAYS come through my checkout but before he would come through he would walk around the aisles next to my till for about 45 minutes to an an hour and every time I would look up he would be staring at me and then would quickly look back at the shelves. A couple months later it was my 17th birthday so I had booked the weekend off work so that I could do something with my friends. When I came back to work he did his usual wait until my checkout line was empty and there was nobody around and then he came over (he would always have a basket but would only have like maximum of 5 items but would always be in the shop well over an hour) and so I started scanning his items and he said to me “I came in to see you because I had something to show you but you weren’t here, but then I remembered it was your birthday so that’s probably why you weren’t here” this immediately sent alarm bells going off because I had never told this man when my birthday was or that I had even had any time off - I never gave out anything personal to any customers! So I was like how tf did he know it was my birthday and it really creeped me out. Only then he went “so how old are you now? 17?” And again I was like wtf because yes in theory I did look my age and he was probably just guessing but I had never told him how old I was! Anyway after this I started noticing him come in more and more frequently, now multiple times a week and always staring at me from aisles and always coming through my checkout, so I mentioned it to some of the older women on the checkouts and this one woman said she had noticed it too and to be careful. Anyway, it then got to the point where he was coming in multiple times a day and coming through my checkout and being really weird, he said to me the once “You live on (insert name of my road) don’t you?” And I was immediately really freaked out because I often would walk to and from work usually at night as well after I finished shifts at 10pm and I started thinking what if he follows me or watches me walk home what if he’s planning to do something, so i panicked and was like “no that’s not my house that’s my uncles house” and he went “no it isn’t, I see you go in and out all the time” and I went “yeah I visit my cousins a lot” and he went “I know it’s your house” and laughed. This really freaked me out because I had never seen him outside Tesco so how did he know where I lived, he had obviously been watching me. So after this I ended up telling some of the shift runners who told me to just ignore it and that he’s a weirdo and to just be polite but don’t talk to him (which is what I tried to do anyway!) so the next day he then comes in and says to me he stopped his car to let me cross the road but I didn’t see him so he waved at me but he doesn’t think I saw him, again I was like wtf why is he stopping his car and waving at me! So again mentioned to the team leaders that I didn’t want to serve him and he was really creeping me out. A lot of people on the checkouts had also noticed how he was and always kept an eye out when he came through my checkout. The one time this woman came through my checkout and was buying some holiday clothes and she was telling me how she was going away the week after so was buying some new bikinis for the beach, after she left he then came through my checkout and said “Oh I thought you were going to put one of those bikinis on and model it, you’d make a good swimwear model” this comment literally made my skin crawl and I panicked, I didn’t want to serve him anymore so I pressed my security button on the till and my manager came running over and I got up and said “I need to go to the toilet” and I ran off. I went into the toilet and I was shaking and crying because I was just so disgusted, he was really scaring me. So when I came out my manager was waiting for me and asked what was going on and why did I press my security button when I was only going to the toilet, and I broke down to him again crying and told him everything that had been going on. He told me not to worry and they wouldn’t let him come through my checkout and they could ban him if they needed to. After this he then continued to come in multiple times a day and whenever he came in my manager would always clock him and would hover around my checkout to scare him off, only the one day he tried to come through my checkout even though my manager was standing there and my manager said to him “excuse me sir can I move you to this empty checkout, we’re just trying to reduce queues” and he looked my manager dead in the face and went “no I’m fine here” and my manager went “no you need to move to this checkout” so he reluctantly moved to a few checkouts over, but as soon as my manager turned around and walked off, he then pretty much ran out of the queue and back down an aisle, he waited until my line was empty and again tried to come through only as he was unloading his basket my manager came over and was like “oh Wendy needs your help with the cashing up can you go give her a hand” and so my manager jumped on the checkout and I walked off to one of the shift runners who said to me “it’s okay we know what he’s doing, don’t worry” but the guy looked so pissed! Anyway every time he came into the store, before he was done shopping the shift runners would come and take me off the till and give me little jobs like going and putting stuff back on the shelves but you bet he would be there following me around the store, the one time I was emptying all the bins from underneath the checkouts and he came over to me and said hello, I ignored him and carried on moving up the checkouts, he followed me up and went “are you avoiding me??” And I ignored him and he went “IM TALKING TO YOU” and the tone in his voice scared the life out of me. I ignored him and walked off. He then put in a complaint about me to the main desk and said I shouldn’t be so rude to customers. This man was honestly the most obsessive man I had ever come across, soon after this I got a new job and left Tesco without telling any of my colleagues where I was going in fear they would accidentally tell him and he came into that place to stalk me. I also out he was a care taker at a secondary school, it really scares me and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he does this to young girls at the school. I’m expecting one day to turn on the TV or read in the papers that he’s a serial killer or something! But I always dread to think what would have happened to me if I didn’t leave.
 
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Donnavanessa

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On holiday as a child in the 1960s the bloke in the next caravan said he had some comics for me and I could go and collect them. He also had a gorgeous dog that all us kids loved to pet. When I told my (strapping, ex-military, heavily tattooed) dad he went stomping round and put the fear of God in him. He told the bloke that his daughter didn’t need any comics and if she did then her Dad would buy them for her, and that he was never to approach me again. I can distinctly remember my Dad saying he had a really bad feeling about this man and that I was to stay well away from him. About 18 months later my Mom was reading the paper when she saw a photo of the same man - he’d lured a little girl (who looked a lot like me) with the promise of comics and to play with his dog and he had murdered her. Makes my blood run cold to this day. He was still locked up a few years ago as I googled his name. Horrific. Thank goodness for my Dad protecting me.
 
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Princesspinky

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When I was about 13 I was on the bus with my younger sister coming home from school. I had long hair up in a pony tail and as I was sitting there I felt someone tug at it. I turned around and there was a weird looking guy sat there with a pair of scissors and he’d actually cut a lock of my hair. I was freaked out and moved away from him. I was too scared to say anything to him and just remember thinking how weird it was. Fast forward quite a few years and there was a high profile murder in my home town. A mum of two had been murdered in her home and pretty much decapitated. My bloody ran cold when I read in the news that at his trial they said that prior to the murder he had travelled on buses cutting women’s hair and that he’s left some of that hair at the murder scene!!

Here’s the story... https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...urdered-mutilated-mother-Heather-Barnett.html
Oh my lord , I live in Poole and remember when this happened 😐

When I was growning a really rough family moved in to one of the houses opposite , 5 kids , mum was a lazy layabout , dad creepy. Anyway I became friends with one of the kids around my age.
They would always have "dad's friends or uncles" round and one of the kids would be going to stay round so and so's place , looking back it was so fucking clear what was going on but in those days things were just ignored.
Anyway one day I had gone round there to call for my friend and I remember standing in the kitchen door way and her dad come up behind me all wierd and sort of brushed himself up against me. He said his brother really liked me , and I could come over next time he was there , with that he pulled my bra strap ( I was o my about 10/11 with a training bra on under my school uniform) .
Thank god I had a mum who taught me to always talk about things that bothered me. I went straight home and told her.
I never set foot inside that house again . Not long after the dad dissapeared , he and his "friends" were indeed a peadophile ring , he and his brothers had been abusing his own kids from as young as 2 years old
I feel absolutely sick to the out of my stomach 😓 and shudder to think what could of happened.
 
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