3 Scary Online Dating Stories | Vol 4

hey Wolfpack it's finally Saturday and I know you always look forward to more stories I still have a giveaway currently going on if you want to enter the link will be in the description down below with that said whether you're sitting around a campfire on the night shift or even laying in bed let my voice soothe your nightmares [Music] I know a number of people for whom online dating has led to lasting meaningful relationships many still going strong as I write this a close member of my extended family met his wonderful wife online so please don't take this as a criticism to the entire subject my situation is just well a bit different please don't take this as me being arrogant but I've never had trouble attracting the attention of girls I've had several relationships both long and short term some good some awful over the past half a decade or so however I've become sort of a recluse I work from home and really only have one friend with whom I stay in regular contact the rest of my old friends are so involved in a lifestyle that would have killed me if I had stayed that being the case I don't find myself with many opportunities to meet women so I decided to try a line about a year and a half ago I made a profile on one of the most popular sites something along the lines of abundance of salmon calm and began looking around casually not really expecting to find anyone with whom I'd seen a chance with six fruitless months or so had gone by when I checked my email and found an alert from the service saying that someone was interested in me this has happened before but they were from women I didn't have much interest in myself this one was different though she had a look to her that just caught my eye and her profile picture caption was a quote from Captain America the Winter Soldier so I thought she might be worth looking into her name was Heather and she lived about an hour away from me she had shiny brown hair that hung past her shoulders in a matching set of eyes her teeth were perfect and she had a wonderful smile her body type was such that I was curious if I'd unwittingly commissioned someone to build her in a factory to my preference she was short and thin with a tattoo on each shoulder blade she was very pretty and other details of her profile told me she had a sense of humor which is of the utmost importance to me I decided I was going to move forward so I said a simple message introducing myself she responded a few hours later and we hit it off immediately we discussed our likes and dislikes our favorite movies music places we've even been after a bit we got into more baseline personal stuff where we were in our lives jobs in much more more time went by and we delved into our past relationships what we were looking for in any potential future ones and anything else as well one afternoon a few months into our correspondence which spanned first the website then email then texting in phone calls I asked if she would want to video chat she informed me that her laptop camera was broken at the time but that she would do so on her phone later on in that day I know what you're thinking huge red flag I thought the same thing at first when she told me that I was all but ready to never talk to her again but as it was later that night my phone lit up with her contact info and jingled the tone that accompanies an incoming FaceTime call I answered and there she was she began the conversation with I thought about the fact that I said my laptop camera was broken that's basically a play from the catfish handbook I'm sorry about that we laughed about it and we continued our great conversations Heather had gotten out of a severely abusive relationship a few years earlier so it took her some time to warm up to the idea of us meeting in person eventually though she did we finally met for dinner about six months after I'd opened that first email then informed me that she was interested we met at a restaurant almost exactly between our respective homes it went wonderfully we talked laughed in ate when we were done she went to the restroom while I paid the bill which she'd insist we'd split and outside the restaurant we'd share our first kiss I walked her to her car and we went our separate ways I was confident that it had gone well and was excited to see her again in the future every girlfriend I've ever had had some sort of issue with their weight no matter how outlandish despite my proclamations that their bodies were perfect they insisted to some degree of seriousness that they needed to lose weight and get skinnier I told them as long as whatever they did was healthy I'd support it the day after a date Heather seemed a little off for the longest time she wouldn't tell me what was wrong though but after a few days she let it slip that she was embarrassed to have met me that she was fat naturally I told her that was ridiculous that she had an incredible body she swore up and down that she was overweight which put me in the awkward position of not wanting to invalidate how she was feeling while also not wanting to encourage any unhealthy eating behaviors eventually she apologized for being dramatic that she knew how to lose the little bit of weight she wanted to lose and we moved on from the conversation we continued video chatting over the next few months and met up twice once for a movie in the other from mini-golf each time she would make mention of having body image issues which I did my best to respectfully quell after the mini golf day things began to get a little weird though her focus on her weight seemed to get more and more intense to the point that it was getting to be too much for me I finally insisted that her body was fine that she didn't need to lose the weight and that if she continued obsessing over it it might do her some good to take a step back from our relationship to focus on those issues after which she apologized saying sometimes she just got wrapped up in her own mind I think it was because I talked to her and saw her every day that I didn't really notice it but I came across the picture of her face she had sent me early on in the conversation and when I compared it to the face I was currently talking to he looked much healthier and full her face and its current state was gaunt in pale I tried not to think too much of it rationalizing that it could be from any number of things then whereas our conversations over FaceTime could generally take place anywhere with her walking about her house doing things gardening in her backyard relaxing in the bathtub they now seem to take place entirely in one room where she'd always seemed vibe and spirited she now seemed glum in Distin the frequency of her calls lessened and I became a little worried but didn't want to express my concern for fear of alienating her so I simply asked if she'd care to meet for dinner again she counted with an invitation to her house where we could eat and watch comic book movies a mutual interest of ours which then implied the addition of extracurricular activities naturally I accepted the invitation which was for a week later for the two days before our next date I didn't hear from her I wasn't even sure if I should still go to her house finally I heard back from arrow with a phone call she apologized profusely telling me she'd been very sick the past couple of days and asked if we could reschedule our plans which of course I accepted then I offered to bring her some soup and medicine and do what I could to make her comfortable which she accepted as well she texted me her address and after a stop at the store I was on my way when I texted her letting her know I was just a few minutes away she responded by telling me just to walk in and go down the hallway to the room on the right that she'd unlock her front door for me and understandably gone back to rest not feeling like getting up again I parked my car in with supplies in hand I walked up the walkway to our front door I turned the knob and pushed it open getting hit with a wall of the Fallas stench I've ever encountered I covered my nose and mouth and stepped in on the carpet were several dark colored stains some that looked old and dried and another that looked fresh a series of drips of different sizes leading through the front room in down a hallway I stepped carefully through the house trying to avoid the blemishes underfoot I heard what sounded like a low powered vacuum cleaner running which made me wonder what she was doing considering she was so sick I made it down the hallway and saw the door on the right slightly ajar within it looked like the light was off but a TV was on with changing degrees of light flashing I pushed open the door and when I saw what lie within I immediately dropped everything in my hand and vomited heather was naked on the floor in the corner and waved to me when I entered the room both her feet laid next to her the stumps at the ends of her legs rudiment airily cauterized with a clothing iron that was plugged into the wall at her laughed blood urine and feces covered the floor around her several long strips of skin that had been flayed from her stomach in chest Laden a stack next to her feet in several hundred tubes of antibiotic cream both full and empty were scattered around her newspaper over the wounds where her skin once was blood and antibiotic cream soaked through it one of her breasts had a gash through it which makes me think she was attempting to remove them but the worst part without question was the vacuum cleaner a tube ran from the body of the appliance deep into the incision on her left side a cop made in an area with her already flayed torso the sound was possibly the worst part it was a wet suction accompanied by an intermittent sound of something solid passing through it when I was done throwing up I attempted to say something to Heather but all that came out was a whimpering what the hell before I stumbled backwards out of the room though I could barely hear her over the vacuum she responded with it's okay I just really needed to lose just a few more pounds before letting out what seemed to be an involuntary groan I immediately called the police they showed up with emergency services and tried to provide aid for Heather though it didn't save her life needless to say it'll be a little while before I try online dating again I lived in a crappy house off of campus the rent was cheap and deservedly so I guess it was better than nothing though better than sharing a dorm plus it was kind of cool to have my own place the yard was small and bare except for a lot of big bushes tall grass but [ __ ] I never felt like mowing the lawn especially in the winter scott slickers was also within 50 feet of my one-story one-bedroom house the school was within walking distance so yeah I was all set there was one more week until Christmas break here at Stanwyck State University I was cruising along to my English degree at what I considered to be a Community College masquerading as a four-year school I'd already turned in my final papers just a few days ago so I was done with the semester before most of everybody else one more year and I'd be done with the school entirely and honestly I was gonna miss this place yeah I was a stanwyck lifer but the school was fun people were nice and friendly expectations were not too ridiculous and I had my house my mom and dad lived in town but still it was different having my own no matter how bad or drafty or hot or messy a god it was still Jamal Pleasant cz's house all mine on this Wednesday night I was just chilling at home I had nowhere to go nowhere to be I had already gotten a couple of 30 packs over at Scott's I was too cold to do much else even in South Georgia the weather could still reach a brutal cold by this time of year especially considering how close we were to the Flint River I didn't have a girlfriend at the time but had a few close friends there were fellow losers like myself they did their best to keep me from getting too isolated at the house I gotta say they made College Fund they made Stanwyck State a blast we'd been watching YouTube videos on the flatscreen and drinking all night like any other night Raley the kitchen connected to the living room making those beer runs all the more easier for us all of us were 23 a little older than some of the students on campus I would sailed in the mouse but stanwyck state seemed to exclusively target non-traditional students for whatever reason and I mean non-traditional as in that could get pretty old the three of us were pretty handsome if not the prototype for Stanwyck state's social hierarchy there was me of course the neurotic crime writer like I said I made good grades that could have been great had I tried more needless to say I wasn't doing anything extracurricular I liked watching movies and writing sure I'd gotten lucky every now and then meeting girls and having drunken hookups but [ __ ] I was awkward a guy like me who wasn't a smooth talker or exclusively handsome had no chance on campus at least not at Stanwyck State so my solace came with my writing and yeah hanging out with my two friends as well there was Rashad he currently sat in the recliner stoned and drunk he was a little better with the girls than I was I thought the fact he looked like Chris Brown helped then again some girls avoided him like the plague because of it I guess it was a blessing and a curse but still much more traditionally sexy than a childish gambino look-alikes such as I Rashad was a fallen rapper turned poet the boy had serious ambitions I gotta say he had some cool ideas too when he was motivated I think his crazy but spent more time playing video games in my living room than actually writing lines sitting next to me on the couch was the real weirdo of the bunch Patrick he was white but woke and I mean woke as in John Brown woke a guy would rant and get angry all the time I think he hated white people either way Patrick had a passion he was cool but also weird as hell needless to say he got laid less than me strange considering he was unconventionally handsome then again he was also posting his d pics on reddit and showing it to the girls online all the time a real exhibitionist he had some reddit Fame as well for some crazy incident where someone tried to kill him earlier this year like I said a real weirdo like me into an extent like Rashad we were three creative outsiders I guess you could call us hipsters but that term almost seems too mainstream for us I likened us to a geekier Rat Pack better around eight we got tired of watching music videos and movie countdowns I could just tell by the way everyone was up in their phones Rashad was basically on his own recliner Island at this point texting and smoking a joint I was 2 on my phone the six Miller light of the night in my other hand Patrick kept rambling about classic horror movies the guy came alive at night like a [ __ ] vampire I could have sworn he'd been drinking coffee rather than cheap beer naturally I just tuned him out like Rashad and I always did when we got really drunk my eyes stayed glued to my phone glued to tinder yeah I couldn't help myself male companionship only got me so far especially when I was hammered out of the corner of my eye I noticed Patrick put on dementia 13 an old classic we'd only seen about 15 times I had to brawl Patrick yelled out his voice fueled by drunken enthusiasm he became an overexcited tarantino when you mixed horror with the booze but I wasn't listening to him or watching the opening credits for that matter I had my eyes on a girl after swiping on endless women I finally had a match not just a match but a local 21 year old who went to Stanwyck State jackpot hello Shannon I thought her profile picture alone captivated me she had big eyes and a big smile her quirkiness intrigued me as well the quick bio mentioned in interest in music her wardrobe and style made that clear enough she was definitely the punk-rock type though Kravitz with the 80s fashion I liked it and this was just off one picture right before I could check out Shannon's other pictures a hand snatched my shoulder I leapt back like a jump-scare had reached out the screen to grab me hey man you watching it Patrick's overexcited deep-voiced asked me I yanked my arm back nah bro we've already seen it annoyed I charged my focus back to what interested me more than the 1963 movie Shannon all right whatever Patrick looked back at the flat screen your loss I scrolled through the rest of Shannon's pretty pictures we've already seen it one of Shannon's pictures stood out in particular a Halloween pic of her wearing a female mannequin mask complete with a distorted smile in the photo she wore leggings and a cape great body for sure but that mask was creepy as hell more Marilyn Manson than kiss amidst the movies freaky soundtrack I heard Rashad's phone vibrate I looked over to see Rashad stare at his phone his concentration rivaled mine his fingers tapped ever apply in frenetic fashion like he was an iPhone slave my phone then buzzed intrigued I checked my tinder a December miracle had happened something I wasn't familiar with it all a girl had sent me the first message not just one of those awkward a meet girls on here looking for attention either I mean Shannon had messaged me sup sexy I kept my composure as best as I could she had to be a spammer but what if she wasn't fueled by lost in curiosity I sent Shannon her apply nothing just chillin y'all making me watch this by myself a belligerent Patrick asked you done watch this [ __ ] a billion times I heard Rashad tell him grinning I face Patrick yeah I like it but you picked the same [ __ ] to my surprise Patrick was immersed in his phone as well dude looked like he was typing up a novel oh well we were Millennials after all not like I didn't enjoy their accompany even when we were just sitting around on our phones it's still a classic dude Patrick replied while texting I smirked at the site Rashad was over there doing the same such intense textures a vibration brought me back to my tinder crush Shannon had sent another message just checking you out nice pics boo my smile grew bigger and from there Shannon I continued flirting and no she never once asked me for a credit card number or my social security digits addicted to this chart I lost track of Rashad and Patrick I heard their phones go off in a quick succession over the next few minutes in addition to the steady rhythm of their typing fingers all of the noises formed one big technology-driven melody and all the while Coppola's dementia 13 kept playing in the background I glanced up once just in time to see a groundskeeper get decapitated still a great sequence I couldn't watch for too long though not with Shannon constantly drawing me back in we traded compliments and phone numbers Shannon told me she thought the campus party scene was pretty lame too then she added that might change now that she let me okay I was getting excited yo Jamal Rashad said I looked up from my phone as he Rashad walking up to me hey I gotta get going man Rashad told me this early Patrick said yeah bro Rashad said he flashed us a beaming smile we knew what time it was you got a girl I asked him still holding his phone Patrick leaned in closer like a friend leaning in from the backseat yeah who is she I ain't tellin y'all man Rashad told us his phone erupted with another vibration with the anticipation of a kid on Christmas morning he checked the text she's fine as hell though like a compulsion Rashad got to work texting a reply normally I'd want him here all night but tonight was gonna be less lonely at the very least Shannon was gonna make it less boring all right well be careful I said to Rashad yeah bro Patrick added are you sure you can walk straight I quit yeah man an agitated Rashad responded as if I was interfering with his concentration on the hookup she must be at the college Patrick said nah I ain't saying Rashad said he sent the text I'll see y'all man he fist-bumped each of us before heading towards the front door put on some new goddamn movies next time - he told Patrick chuckling Patrick held up his hands hey you can't go wrong with the classics brawl Rashad laughed find some new classics then right when he opened the door I heard Rashad's phone buzz once more like an invading army cold air swooped in shivering I looked over to see Rashad responding to another text as he closed the door behind him maybe she'll have friends Patrick joked he turned his attention back to his own phone I'd never seen him this disinterested in watching one of his favorite flicks before even on his sexting craze nights yet there he was texting away to somebody apparently my phone vibrated again I looked down to see several of Shannon's messages awaiting my excited gaze like unopened Christmas gifts I couldn't help but smile Shannon just kept telling me how hot I was how crazy it was she hadn't seen me around the campus before I told her that I was a bit antisocial the isolated writer type I wasn't exactly ever invited to go out to the landing or any of the other local bars but she didn't care she loved horror movies as well and above all Shannon seen him genuinely interested in me my talents my interest did oh I would tell her I mean [ __ ] she did soundtracks for student films how sick is that of course we still sexted India her body was sweet as well as dementia 13 reached its wild finale I noticed Patrick wasn't saying anything hell I'm not even sure he ever even looked up from his phone he just slouched back on the couch his green eyes not glued to the flat screen but to his phone screen instead I heard the steady vibrations erupted off his phone and his fingers continue typing maybe it was just one of his sexting rampages or maybe he found a chick as well was the Rat Pack all going to get lucky tonight for once I kind of wanted to hear Patrick's voice just to know if he was still alive hey who you talking to I asked Patrick smiled at me a girl whoa Oh screw you man Patrick chuckled I gave him a light shove nah it's about time you got laid dude oh my man Patrick polished off his eighth beer in one swig what could I say he was right we both needed to get some I looked back at my phone just in time to see Shannon's fresh tax I'm coming over where you at baby all kinds of possibilities swirled through my excited mind I took a sip of my tenth beer the buzz was hitting me hard as was the adrenaline rush I got from Shannon when I heard Patrick's fronting fingers working overtime I sent Shannon my address get here when you can I teased she gave me a quick reply I'm coming over now an emoji blowing a kiss adorned with a message holy [ __ ] I thought this was really happening even right now I'm still too embarrassed to tell you the last time I'd gotten laid up to that point I finished off my beer prepping myself like a football player on Sunday morning I let out a drunken war cry Patrick gave me a weird look you all right alarmed I looked at my friend [ __ ] what was I gonna do with him what Patrick chuckled dramatic music pulled my attention over towards the TV dementia thirteens end credits stared back at me then Patrick's loud typing hit me I looked over to see Patrick send another text he looked comfy on that couch and judging by the many empty long necks resting at his feet I knew something else this guy was drunk Patrick's phone vibrated again I saw him smile bigger in goofier as he read his latest text damn Patrick I thought I loved having him here 95% of the time especially at night but this wasn't one of those lonely nights my phone buzzed me back to my tantalizing plans and there of course was another text from Shannon on the way sexy you better be ready just me and you goddamn it Patrick Restless I looked at him he was too busy texting to notice my Stern stare I kept my glare on him for a for what seemed like an eternity oblivious he finished his novel and sent it Patrick I finally said not even trying to hide my agitation with a goofy grin plastered on his face Patrick looked at me yeah what's up I waved at the TV by now the screen was back to YouTube's homepage the movies over Patrick glanced over at it oh yeah trying to be that great best friend I usually was I nodded well if you don't mind I think I might need some alone time quicker than Sinatra following after a dame Patrick leaped off the couch oh [ __ ] I got you yeah I said with a smile I'm not trying to be a [ __ ] block dude staggering at the door he knocked over a few of his empty longnecks [ __ ] my bad with drunken clumsiness he stooped down and started putting the bottles on the coffee table sorry man nah you're fine I reassured him I helped him pick up the longnecks God he needed the help his drunken grasp kept dropping almost every bottle [ __ ] my bad bro Patrick I went on his voice weak and slow with intoxicated glory I got it standing back up Patrick retrieve the car keys from his pocket I'm not the biggest fan of bros before hoes but this was one of my best friends if he was the smashed I couldn't let him leave on a suicide mission bros before whatever the hell Shannon was I figured I stood and grabbed Patrick shoulder hey if you want to just like stay in the bedroom we'll figure it out dismissive Patrick waved his hand nah man I ain't gonna do that to you he took his phone out of his pocket are you sure yeah bro don't worry about it for once Patrick broke away from me and stumbled over towards the door the man was eager to leave Jesus I usually could never get him to leave it was like he co-owned the house without even paying not that I minded since he was my boy like a security blanket on those lonely nights when I was here by myself I gave Patrick a sly smile you got a girl too chuckling Patrick stopped at the door and faced me yeah I his phone vibrated interrupting him full of drunken vigor he read the text that's awesome man I said I padded Patrick on the back yeah bro get laid an enthusiastic patrick said he responded to the text message easily the fastest I'd ever seen him reply to attacks this guy didn't respond to me for hours sometimes the American dream I said with that I opened the door and led Patrick out onto the front porch shivering I jammed my hands into my jacket pockets I felt my phone vibrate again sorry Shannon bros before tinder dream girls I'll text you tomorrow Patrick told me he walked down the porch stairs and slow cautious steps at least he wasn't being too reckless alright bro I said to him just be careful stopping a few feet away from me the confident Patrick faced me his omnipresent shit-eating grin well on display yeah man call me if you need anything if you need help whatever I got you dude alright pulling my jacket in tighter I gazed around the yard yeah it was a small property but it was dark then again there wasn't many streetlights out here and Scots liquors had closed up an hour ago a couple of my neighbors had their Christmas lights and decorations on just a few smiling snowman and a jolly st. Nick but that was about it combined with the desolation and heavy wind made me feel like I was in a graveyard only I wasn't I was home I heard Patrick get to work on another text damn it's cold he said I grinned at him yeah well be safe bro eager to escape the freezing weather I started to he'd back inside hey Jamal I heard Patrick's drunken yell stopping in the doorway I turned in face him Patrick gave me a sly finger gun gesture good luck my man i smart you too bro with that I went back inside and closed the door maybe I was leaving Patrick in the cold but he had a damn car and a girl he would be just fine like God and hopefully just like me inside the house was quiet no music or movies were on no loud drunks were talking or texting if my yard was a cemetery this felt like a funeral home and damned if I didn't feel like a hermit in here I glanced out a living room window and saw Patrick still texting in my yard oh well at least he wouldn't get a DUI on the front lawn nor would he get a texting while driving ticket when he wasn't you know driving hopefully his girl would pick his drunken butt up a ferocious vibration brought me back to the task at hand Shannon she'd sent me several more tacks Shannon said she was running late but she'd be here real soon my body's surging with excitement I scanned the living room the place was a mess thanks a lot guys in less than 10 minutes I had the room clean well clean enough the bottles and cans overpopulated the garbage can a fresh blanket covered my stained couch I jammed all my stray clothes into the closet I also dug through my avalanche of hangers to find the best t-shirt and cargo pants rushing more than a girl on prom night I changed into this fresh outfit in a race against time I put on deodorant cologne freshened up my hair brushed my teeth for good measure I looked nice yeah I was awkward as hell and an alienated writer but I could be hot when I tried all the while Shannon kept sending me texts here and there last I heard she was a couple of blocks away I told her I could pick her up but she said she lived on campus and enjoyed the walk she was a night owl like me I suppose damn maybe we really were made for each other in the living room I put on a 2000s Indies rock playlist something neutral for the Stanwyck State crowd the Stokes Foster the People etc anxious I went back to our text messages me and Shannon's first conversations our love for horror movies her interest in crime stories India okay I looked at her sex as well those big breasts would grab any one man but most of all she just looked natural not like a stick figure or fake IG model I mean don't get me wrong she looked hot just not generic like she didn't give a crap about what others thought of her average weight pretty face not only was it awesome but at least it squashed my fears she was a catfishing 70 year old woman or scammer before I could go through some of the other pictures a new message from her graced my screen I'm here the anticipation overwhelmed me I trembled like a kid about to get on their first roller coaster I looked over at the front door when another vibration drew my attention Shannon's latest message come outside her grinning bitmoji arrived right after it the weather may have been frightful but Shannon's cuteness warmed me up enough to face the cold I thrown my hoodie and stepped out into the cold December air the chilling wind battered me like rain shivering I closed the door I couldn't see [ __ ] in the darkness all my neighbors had turned off their lights for the night their Christmas lights and decorations were off too no one left those on all night until well after the semester was over clutching my phone I could see my breath in the air it was too cold to even talk my hands frozen to my phone I typed my next text to Shannon at an ultra slow pace where are you eager to meet this mysterious tinder beauty I walked into my front yard or better yet I stumbled around in my drunken stupor I realized I had no chance in this darkness I turned on my phone's flashlight for help through the small light I saw nothing on my lawn like a cautious Explorer I walked towards the backyard I took slow steady steps I didn't want to fall in front of Shannon if she was even back here Shannon I said aloud folding my arms in a weak attempt to stay warm I sent her another text hey are you out here I felt my foot scrunching something in the high grass a beam of light erupted right beneath me startled I looked down as a glowing iPhone screen only something was covering most of the screen like water her dirt what the hell I picked it up nervous a thick substance stuck to my hand like paint red paint to my horror I saw blood all over the screen normally I drop it at an instant but in the cold the blood felt like water quickly freezing the phone felt glued to my trembling hand not only that but my nervous eyes recognized the phone's homescreen a picture of me in Patrick in Rashaad one of our bromance photos in one of Patrick's faves scared I glanced around the yard but saw nothing I wiped some of the blood off Patrick's phone where I saw he had a few notifications maybe I was being nosy but I had to know what happened to my friend his blood it was literally on my hand for God's sakes and there were so many text messages all to this one girl he'd been talking to the messages were filthy Patrick moved fast in yes he'd sent her a collection of his depicts as impressive as it was my eyes gravitated towards her sex as well yeah with the same ones I'd gotten from Shannon there was Shannon's hot body and her big breasts the girl's phone number was all too familiar the uncomfortable cold I felt turning into discomforting fear I looked back at my phone and my cherished contact Shannon my heart sank my spirit shattered by overwhelming terror I already knew the answer but still I looked back in Patrick's phone the phone numbers were identical him and Shannon had been talking all night frantic I scrolled down to the end of their conversation panic collided into my fear I read where Patrick had told her my address he said he might be too drunk to drive then the last text Shannon's and Patrick gave me chills even in the cold I'll meet you there boo my phone buzzed with life scaring the crap out of me I jumped back dropping Patrick's phone a new text from Shannon greeted me nervous I stole another look around the yard I didn't see anything though then again it was too dark to see much besides the large bushes I went to Shannon's latest tax a video message my deep heavy breathing hit the cold air full of dread I mashed play the screen filled with a close-up of Patrick's horrified face there he was lying on the ground a large cut on his head leaking blood no I heard him cry out then a frenzy of stabs hit his face fast hits but not fast enough for me to not see the gloved hand holding a long hunting knife filled with sadness and horror I watched the murder play on blood erupted over the camera Patrick screams and cries became drowned out by all the flowing of blood his face nothing more than flayed flesh redness splashed all across the high grass my lawn was now red and green for the holidays Patrick I said in a terrified whimper [ __ ] I felt here slide down my own face the tears so painful in the cold on the video the murderer sunk the knife straight into Patrick's eye the kill shot Oh God I said Patrick's head hit the ground his face nothing but red slices the knife handle stuck out of his eyeball like a victory flag saddened I tried to wipe away the tears almost impossible in the cold especially when more tears kept pouring from my eyes the video ended with the killer turning the camera to face her and judging by her unique mask I knew the killer was Shannon the grinning mannequin mask looked right into the camera like Shannon was singling me out and then with the quickness of an apparition the video ended I was back in my text messages during the torture I felt watching the disturbing video I hadn't noticed Shannon's latest text do you see me her wanking bitmoji soon followed in a panic I staggered back admits the tears in terror I felt woozy and disoriented like I hit a pitfall trap I stumbled into one of the bushes floundering like a helpless animal I felt all along the shrubbery then I made contact with cold skin fresh blood another a bright light erupted near my hand screaming I leaped off the bush my horrified eyes stared at the grisly sight positioned like an art exhibit Rashad's corpse was sprawled out on the bush deep stab wounds were all over his chest ferocious stab wounds I could see organs peeking out like hidden items in a ripped package Rashad's insides were now on the outside more tears slid down my face deep breaths flowed from my mouth like chimney smoke I felt even colder like the red stains drenching my clothes were starting to give me hypothermia Rashad's phone was still glowing nears dead hand he had a few missed calls all of them from a saved contact hot weird tinder girl I didn't even have to check the number to know who she was my eyes drifted over to one of the other bushes Patrick's corpse also sprawled out across it his face hacked beyond belief in this weather both he and Rashad would resemble frozen cadavers at some point like frozen yard ornaments from my house no I yelled oh [ __ ] my phone came to life with another vibration terrified I checked it a new message from Shannon I see you I heard harsh footsteps stomping the tall grass behind me thick drops echoed towards me frightened i whirled around hurtling out of the darkness like a javelin a long knife jabbed straight into my abdomen cringing in pain I cried out I saw the gloves hand let go of the weapon I clutched the knife's handle and felt all the blood oozed through my fingertips like cold spring water it iced me to the bone my heavy breathing intensifying I fell down to one knee and I looked up in horror in there stood Shannon she wore her Halloween outfit the leggings in the cape the mannequin mass unforgiving smile more blood trickled through my drenched hand the cold wind and sharp pain paralyzed me to that very spot I couldn't move all I could do was stare at the killer at her mercy taunting me Shannon leaned down right in front of me so close I thought the mask plastic mouth was gonna rip out a chunk of my flesh inches away from my lips she came to a stoic stop I couldn't move I couldn't even say a word or scream Shannon lifted up the bottom of the mask I looked on at her red lips shocked she then gave me a tender kiss I'll see you later beautiful she reassured me in a soft tone a pretty voice that disguised sadistic pleasure a smile crossed her lips she was just having fun just toying with me with that Shannon put the mask back on and stood up like a victorious general still clutching my wound I yelled out in pain I wanted to call her many names I wanted to call her all of it but I couldn't I quivered in the cold my drunken state now imbued with the pain of getting stabbed behind uneasy eyes I watch Shannon reach into her hoodie pocket my tears weren't going away both my tears of pain and of sadness over seeing what was left of my best friend's my only friends with the indifference of a socialite tossing a dollar to a bomb Shannon threw her phone right in front of me the off-brand piece of crap splashed through the blood-stained weeds like a spotlight its glowing screen further illuminated my nasty wound shielding my eyes from the bright screen I turned away and let out a tormented yell but when I looked back Shannon was gone like a ghost she'd vanished into the cold December night in a pathetic search I shined my phone all around the yard I would never find [ __ ] not at this point Shannon was long gone and in her final taun she'd left me her burner phone right now I couldn't even crawl to warmth and when I tried I just fell over like a helpless toddler lying in the blood-soaked grass my frigid fingers moved at a literal glacier pace but after an eternity I finally managed to type in 9-1-1 and then called the police moments later I was taken to the hospital thank God for living in a small town if the ambulances hadn't come sooner I might have died out there with my boys then again maybe I should have maybe I didn't deserve to be the lucky one the police recovered the burner phone Shannon left on my lawn no real personal info was on it other than all our attacks oh yeah and her tinder account outside of my friends and I it turned out she talked to a lot of guys on there several of them had been over the last few months in in her phone's gallery were dozens of pictures and videos of her killing each and every one of them all while wearing that mask she had been trapping us all along she was the match from hell once I recovered in the hospital I did my best to get back to a normal life well about as normal as I could given the circumstances I moved out of that house no way I could stay there any longer not with the memories of me Patrick and Rashad's epic nights I can never look at the small yard the same way either the high grass and bushes were a graveyard for those memories I ended up graduating from stanwyck State a year later I'm living with my folks currently working part-time in a soulless Internet job the large scar forever on my abdomen the scars of losing my best friends forever lodged deep in my mind God knows I think about our time together every day in late at night I cry thinking about my weirdo friends everyone else can always relive those college memories with their old friends and buddies but I can't and I never will I plan on moving out soon I need to move out not as a way to escape the pain in memories that'll never go away but just out of fear you see the police never caught Shannon she's still out there somewhere I don't know maybe her name wasn't even Shannon maybe those pictures weren't even her who knows maybe she's back on tinder or some other dating app I try to avoid those things now and when I do indulge it's only when I'm at my loneliest and most vulnerable but even being as careful as I am there's still that lingering fear in the back of my mind I'll see you later beautiful the sincerity of her soft voice has always stuck with me Shannon's gentle confident voice like the call of the Psychopaths I earn rather than a farewell Shannon's words felt like a promise and Shannon seemed like the type who always kept her promise my ex-boyfriend is kind of rude that seems like the proper way to start this I'm not quite familiar with typing up or sharing personal issues like this so I'm sorry if my wording is a little off my mind is an absolute chaos right now my thoughts are so rampant in my head I can almost feel them ping you around my skull will start a few weeks ago I reached the end of my rope with my now ex-boyfriend Jamie long story short after being suspicious for a few months I finally found out he was seeing another woman I was hurt I was pissed and I felt terrible was I not good enough not pretty enough what did she have that I didn't you know self-deprecating BS leave it to him making me feel awful over something that wasn't even my fault in my fury I make stupid decisions as we all do from time to time my broken heart spoke to me said download tinder in a tempting voice my brain argued that it was probably the least helpful thing I could do for my psyche but common sense was far from reach at this point with men at my literal fingertips knowingly serving as a distraction for my crippling pain and self-destructive behavior how could I say no like I said common sense was long gone a few days later I had already matched and was chatting with a guy Landon he was good-looking while mannered and down to screw pretty much any time people do this they hook up when they're single casual sex is perfectly fine as long as I know that I'm being safe right right nothing could possibly go wrong flash forward to that Friday night I'm not going to lie and say that I was feeling confident I showered shaved everything from the neck down exfoliated the whole nine yards I'd never been with anyone besides Jamie so my whole body was shaking with anxiety I kept repeating to myself over and over again that it was just a tinder date I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do if things went well then we can go from there I kept pepper spray on my key ring too because I'm not entirely an idiot I'll save you the trouble of reading about a date because that's not the important part here basically it went well after I finally calmed down thanks to a few glasses of wine our chemistry was off-the-charts my foot rubbed his beneath the table it felt red-hot he had beautiful blue eyes that held mine and the people surrounding us at the restaurant were as good as gone he insisted that we go back to his place for a nightcap I asked for the check about 30 seconds later I almost didn't recognize the way my body was reacting even though my thoughts were different guys I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was completely captivated and aroused by his mere presence it was confusing but exhilarating at the same time I was never the girl who flirted with only my facial expressions deep in my voice threw myself at him like I had no self-respect as the night progressed I was overcome with loss like a dog begging for water on a hot day when our lips connected there was no stopping us I let go of all my anger all of my thoughts reservations I let go of everything that night I had had the best sex I've ever had in my life I'm talking like shaking back-to-back orgasms sweat rolling off every part of my body now that I think back on it and picture it in my head it almost felt like some sort of dream or some sort of trance it was so out of character but I blamed it on all the emotions I was holding in from that awful breakup Landon and I texted a few more times after that night but it felt different I felt different not like you'd expect I didn't feel guilty or disgusting I just felt off that's the only way I can describe it I'm not the best with words and conveying a feeling but my body didn't feel like my own anymore like I was a different person with the same skin that probably makes no sense moving on it gets even more odd the more I think about that night the more I think about Landon and everything we done the crazier I felt the attraction to him dissipated and floated away I had no drive to see him ever again I remember his skin being a hot smooth like silk now it seemed like the memory made him feel gray bland his electric blue eyes were dull like some kind of inner glow that had drawn me into him was gone and I felt nothing for him anymore no attraction he was almost unrecognizable I was sure that I was losing my mind fast-forward to this morning I've spent the last week wallowing in regret and self-pity I came to my senses and deleted tinder acted like that part of my life never happened and tried to move forward I was laying in bed around 8:00 a.m. convincing myself to get up and get ready for work when my stomach dropped my throat tightened and tingled saliva pooling beneath my tongue I sprinted like a blur into the bathroom and heaved into the toilet with fresh sweat still forming and drops on my forehead I frantically tried to think of what I ate yesterday could it have made me sick I went back further and further in the heat of the moment and the heavy days of my trance did I remember did I remember Landon putting on a condom why did that whole night seem so far away now there was absolutely no way in hell I was I didn't even want to say the word aloud pinging from my bedside table jerked me from my thoughts and I tried to steady my breathing as I scrambled to read the text from Landon did you receive the good news yet beautiful girl I stared in awe at the screen typed out what the hell are you talking about and threw the phone into my purse I was out the door and in my car in less than three minutes I bought two water bottles in five pregnancy tests I had to be sure I fought back a panic attack as I checked out not bothering to call my boss and tell him that I'd be late to work once I was home stomach full of water I waited anxiously to pee no response from Landon so I texted him again and told him that he wasn't being funny and that he needed to talk to me as soon as possible now I'm sitting here on the bathroom floor with five pregnancy tests in front of me all of them reading a tiny but blaring + sign I have one message on my phone from land it reads wonderful abide by the following responsibilities meat should be the priority in your diet you will crave it that is normal a developmental process will be quick and sometimes painful you will endure it should you attempt to rid your body of it you will not survive you are attached in codependent do not seek medical help under any circumstances you are being monitored always keep that in mind I have decided that your body and your womb are both qualified to endure the process you have qualities that are valued greatly in regards to a new generation much appreciated beautiful girl talk soon thanks for watching Wolfpack if you want to submit your story my email and subreddit will be in the description below and also if you're not subscribed please do if you want and don't forget to like and comment as well have beautiful nightmares and I will see you next time [Music] you you

Channel: WolfsCampFire

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Id: 3NdAQ0H8D4s

Length: 54min 41sec (3281 seconds)

Published: Sat Feb 29 2020