I have a few random stories but the first one I had totally forgotten about until reading this thread and it terrified me and my friend at the time so I don't know how I have forgotten!
When I was 18 (I'm 30 now) I got a job at an accountants and started a college course to do my necessary qualifications. The course ran 5pm-9pm one night a week. A friend from work did the same course and a friend from my old waitressing job decided to do the course as well. The friend from work lived near college so drove herself and me and my other friend used to take it in turns to drive. It was my friend's turn to drive and it's about 40 minutes in the car, I'm pretty sure it was January or Feb so would have been dark at 9pm... She's driving and we are about 15 minutes out of town and the road was dead quiet until suddenly this little saxo came from nowhere and sat right behind us, right up her arse, flashing his lights. We were confused because he could have overtaken easily if that's what he wanted. Then he pulled alongside the car and was gesturing at us to pull over, he looked like an old guy. When we refused to pull over, he pulled in front of us and slowed down, trying to make us stop. We were panicking like mad, I got my phone out and took a photo of the car and then my friend, bless her pulled alongside him and I held my phone up to try and take a photo of him and with that, he sped off. We drove back into town and stopped in a pub car park to calm down. We reported it to the police but my photo was pretty useless so they couldn't do much. We also reported it to the college in case the car had followed us from there. They arranged for someone that worked there to 'escort' us home as he lived near us (he was actually my friend's exes dad - awkward!) so for the rest of term, we could go and find him after our class and he would follow us in his car. Bless his heart. I used to panic every time I saw a blue saxo, though, after that. Trying to work out if it was this same guy. Not sure what his plan was but it creeped us out.
When I was really young, probably under 5, I used to 'dream' that I was face down on my pillow with someone pushing my face into the pillow and I couldn't move or scream. It was absolutely terrifying and I remember it vividly. The last time it happened, I must have made some noise because my mum came in and asked what was wrong. When I was older my grandma told me she had had some strange experiences in my bedroom as well, such as the door closing by itself and other little strange random things.
As a kid, I grew up caravaning on weekends with my family. When I was 14 we went away for a few days for NYE, with some other families, with children a similar age and we were all friends. I had been "seeing" one boy, I'll call him A, on and off for about a year, looking back, he was a total creep from the off. We didn't talk much but we would 'pull' each other when we saw each other. Being a chubbier girl often not feeling adequate in the looks department compared to the other girls in the group, I enjoyed the attention. Anyway, new year's eve came around and I was wearing this tiny skirt and drinking a fair bit with all our families at the party in what was essentially a village hall. After midnight, a few of us were outside, making calls to friends and txting to say happy new year. I could hardly stand by this point and was steadying myself on A. He was 15 by the way. At one point I'm sure he put his hand up my skirt and I remember my brother being there and seeming to clock this but not doing anything about it. The next thing I remember is being behind this log cabin type building which was next to the hall, pinned against the wall by A with his tongue down my throat and his fingers in me. I'm sure he said something about a condom but I was too out of it to speak or do anything. Next, I remember being on the floor with him on top of me when I heard someone calling my name. It was my brother. A shot up to his feet and pulled me up too. I'm pretty sure he said something like "nearly" but it's all so hazy. I remember him doing his jeans up and pulling my skirt back down where it should be and once it seemed like my brother was a bit of a distance away, he grabbed my hand and walked me back to the hall. I seem to remember my brother asking where we had been as he was looking for me and A shrugged and said we'd been for a walk. I'm pretty sure my brother knew something had happened but he's never mentioned it to this day. If he hadn't been calling me I know A would have raped me. I was so confused trying to process what was going on. The next day he txt me and said sorry for kissing you, making me think I was overthinking the situation and he hadn't done anything wrong. I kept thinking, well we didn't actually have sex so why am I upset? It was like I knew it was wrong but my brain couldn't process it. I told a couple of the other girls there a watered-down version of what happened, they were a year or 2 older than me and I think they thought I just regretted getting with him when I was drunk. That evening, I didn't wanna sit in the hall with him there so me and one of the girls went back to her caravan instead. Next thing, her sister brings him back! We were sat at the front and they were at the back on the bed getting with each other, my friend could see I was uncomfortable and went and told him to get out and after he left had a go at her sister over bringing him back and told her she was stupid after what had happened with me the night before. Fast forward around 6 months, and the same group was all away together again, with some other families too. I hadn't spoken to A at all. We were all drinking and partying in a marquee thing when suddenly this girl I knew appeared and said her cousin (S) was really drunk and had gone off with A in the direction of some woods and she needed to find her. A few of us went looking and bumped into S stumbling back towards the marquee, in a bit of a state, sort of crying, talking gibberish but basically saying that she had just lost her virginity to A against a tree and she couldn't believe what she had done, she didn't really know what had happened. She seemed stunned. We were all drunk and so young that I don't think anyone knew what to do or say. No adults were ever involved. I think I detached myself from it. I know he raped her. I know he did. I don't know whether she sees it that way or if she doesn't remember and just thinks she was drunk and slept with him willingly. I felt guilty for a long time thinking that if I had said anything about my experience with him, maybe he wouldn't have done it to her. I do wonder how many other girls he has done stuff to, but I mostly block it out of my mind. It really affected me, it took me a long time to get my head around what it actually was with me and him - attempted rape. It definitely scared me and made me wary of people, but I also feel lucky that my brother disturbed us before it went any further.
Honestly sending so much love to everyone who has had similar and worse experiences than this. It really did change me as a person.
Did he face any consequences?
I’ve had a few weird ones nothing major compared to some.
then he’d started waiting outside the door we would leave out of at home time ( I used to walk home and strangely enough he lived on the same road which I knew from his records but he lived a lot further down and wouldn’t of known I lived on same road) so I would go out other exits r lose him or get my husband to pick me up. In the end my manager got annoyed at it all and banned him one day, as she was telling him he was banned he was shouting who’s complained about me, if it’s her (me) I’m going to kill her (over and over). My manager made me call the police as he’d threatened me and I had to go in and make a statement. His sister then came in a few days later and apologised and said he wasn’t mentally all there and she would keep him away. He would stand staring in through the windows a couple of times and then after a few week I never saw him again, however one of my colleagues saw the police chasing him down the road a few weeks later and then frog March him back to their car and heard them say ‘you’ve been warned about this a few week ago’ so presumably he was stalking someone else.
