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The actions of the antagonist were outright bizarre; not merely harassment by a run-of-the-mill creep, but actions a normal person in that situation would not have done. Rules To Follow 1 Absolutely no fiction or paranormal stories.
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They did a sweep of the neighborhood, but couldn't find anyone on the streets, either. Whoever you are, I'd say let's not meet, but I'm pretty sure you're the same person who came the other two times. And I'm fairly certain that that person is my ex. If it IS you. Smile for the cameras next time you come around. They just arrived in my mailbox. I've stalked this sub for a while, and couldn't decide whether or not to post mine but I'm feeling brave on a Monday. It was a very long time ago- back in Thing is, I sort of recalled it but never put two-and-two together until a few months ago when I was talking to my mom who went into great detail.
I was a very gregarious child; outgoing, extroverted, friends with anyone. It was at the time a middle class neighborhood, and 3 houses down from ours, on the same side of the street, was a huge park. My mom was a nurse and my dad was a salesman, but mom worked 2nd shift at Merriter, while my dad worked days. I rarely had a babysitter, only if they went out for dinner or a movie.
But they did go out often and there were always older kids in the neighborhood to babysit. One sitter who I really liked lived a few blocks or so away, and down the street a little bit.
Vicky had babysat a few times before that and it was pretty uneventful.
She'd play games with me, and do my hair, play dress-up, pretty basic stuff. So anyhow, one day I had gone with friends down to the park.41 TRUE Scary HORROR Stories from REDDIT // Lets Not Meet (Vol. 1-10)
I remember there was a ball field at the time, and a sandlot next to the field. My friends wanted to play on the monkey bars, but I wanted to play in the sand. I looked at the sand box and my babysitter Vicky was standing there. I told my friends I was going down to to the sandbox and ran off. We played in the sand, building a castle, and then She asks me if I wanted to go get something cold to drink. It was stifling hot, and I of course said yes. So she takes my hand and we start walking to her place.
She starts telling me about her puppies and asking if I want to play with them. Of course I get giddy and now can't wait to get to her house. This was where my memory had stopped and after my mom told me what happened, the rest of it flooded back.
My mother just happened to be talking to my sister and I about some of the places we lived and we got to Monica Lane. I told her I remembered the park and how big it seemed, and she asks me if I remember being kidnapped. I immediately thought she was kidding and then the look on her face told me otherwise. She said it was around 5 in the afternoon and one of my friends had come to the door to ask me to come back outside, sure that I had gotten bored and walked back home.
When my mom checked the house, she realized I wasn't there and 7 months pregnant with my sister sprints to the park, screaming my name.
After asking several kids if they'd seen me with no clue, she went to the ball field and asked the older boys if they'd seen me. One of the boys she guessed around 14 said that he'd seen a younger woman playing with a girl that fit my description in the sand and walk off in a general direction and that was all he knew. My mom ran across the street to one of the houses, and asked to use their phone and called the police.
By the time the police got there, my dad had come home and some of the neighbors were trying to help my mom. So there's this search party out looking for me, screaming my name and knocking on doors. The police had gone back to the park to ask the boys if they knew who had been with me and if they knew who she was. Between the boys and the neighbors, they had deduced who it was that had led me off, but I have no idea how, honestly.
The police and the entourage go to her home she lived with her parents but they weren't home and knock on the door. She came to the door and told them she hadn't seen me, and that she'd been home all day.
The police asked to come in and for some reason she said okay. They went through the house, and went to the basement and found me. That's what my mom knew and then I remembered. It was literally like a flood gate had opened and I started crying. At 6 you sort of trust everyone, and she'd been in our home. I never got a bad feeling from her and my parents didn't, either.
I remember starting to cry and saying I wanted to go home, over and over. She takes me into her kitchen and gets me a glass of water and a tissue. I hear dogs barking, and next to the kitchen is an open stairway the goes down and where the barking was coming from. She starts trying to cajole me into going downstairs- telling me there's all sorts of toys and games. I reluctantly agree and she grabs my hand to head down the stairs.
The dogs are going nuttier and I start screaming.