Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - 3x12: University - Let's Not Meet

Episode Date: January 26, 2020

Stories in this episode: Untitled - Anon Get in the Car - Anon Untitled - Anon When I became his obsession - Anon I Was Nearly Attacked And/Or Abducted at University - thatguykyle_  Follow Let's Not Meet: Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/433173970399259/  Twitter - https://twitter.com/letsnotmeetcast  Website - http://letsnotmeetpodcast.com  Patreon - http://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast  Merch - https://www.teepublic.com/user/letsnotmeet 

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one is truly scary. Although at the time that it happened, I didn't realize the danger I was in. I've never told anyone this story, which happened to me when I was about 15 years old. I'm 64 now, and I prefer to remain anonymous. I was living in the San Francisco Bay area, in attending high school when this happened in the early 70s. My girlfriend and I were little hippies. We looked like most teenage girls back then did, long straight hair, blue jeans, sandals, and peasant blouses. We loved Janice Joplin, the doors, and Steve McQueen.

We were too young to drive yet, but we had itchy feet, and planned one spring day to cut school and to hitch spring day to cut school and to hitchhike to the beach. At the time, all that was required to get back into school the following day was a note from a parent, and I was good at forgery, and this wasn't our first offense. Anyway, we left school in the morning and had no trouble hitching over to the beach. We sat on the sand for a while, grabbed a hamburger, then decided to head back home. Again, we had no problem getting

rides. Everyone was friendly to us and probably a bit concerned for our safety, but we stupidly were not. I remember a young guy picking us up in an old VW bug. The bug was missing the front seat, but we were both tiny and managed to squeeze onto the floor of the bug together. We hung onto the bar above the glove box to keep from swaying too much. The guy didn't talk at all, but we were chatting and laughing. Then he said he needed to do something that wouldn't take long. We said fine, but we needed to get back to school soon. He turned off the highway and onto a dirt road into the woods.

He drove down to an area that was kind of like a garbage dump. There were old abandoned cars, mattresses, etc. He got out of the car and began walking around. We sat in the car and watched him. I can't recall how much except I do remember that he had a wrench or something in his hand that he kept hitting the other hand with. He came back to the car and seemed a bit upset about something. He didn't say a word to either of us. He just put the car in the first gear and headed back up to the highway. He took us to the crest of the hill to an intersection where we asked to get out. He stopped the car. We thanked him for the ride, and I remember he only grunted. Like I said, he seemed upset."

Many years passed and I heard about Ted Bundy. My mind went back to that strange man who gave us a ride that day. Bundy drove old VWs and removed the front seats. He liked to bludgeon women with heavy tools. I've looked into whether he was in the San Francisco Bay area during that time, and I can't be sure, although his girlfriend was living in that area at the time. I'll never know for sure, but I do believe that it was Bundy, that we came into contact with. I'll never know why he didn't harm us that day. Maybe he didn't want to deal with two girls. I'd like to think he didn't because we were sweet and innocent, but I doubt that. In any case, someone bigger and smarter than we were was

looking down on us and protecting us that day. That was our last big adventure. She moved away that summer, and I wise and about it every now and then, when I'm walking alone, and no one's around. I was volunteering at a school in a rural area about three kilometers from my home. I didn't know how to drive, and I have an irrational fear of biking, but that's another story. But I didn't mind walking home every Wednesday. I was 19 at the time, but just know that I looked at least three years younger. I was a short girl around face, big eyes, and no makeup. It was winter, and it was cold.

It was raining. I had no umbrella. It's fine though. I like the rain, and I was covered from head to toe, so I still enjoyed my peaceful walk with music blasting through my earphones. But as I was walking, I saw something in my peripheral vision that has always scared me in situations like this. A car slowing down and following me. I didn't know what to do.

I tried not to assume the worst, and I turned to see whether that was the only car on the road, or if there were potential witnesses in case something happened. Nope, it's just this one car following me. No one else around as far as my eyes could see. Then the driver lowers his window and I see his face, an old man. Seems to be well taken care of. Unfortunately not too weak looking, eyes fixated on me. Where are you going? Would you like me to take you somewhere? I take off my earphones. Huh? I had heard him, but at that point I had already turned down the music to be more aware of my surroundings.

Plus, despite not wanting to assume the worst, I wanted to buy some time to think of a way out. Where can I run? Can someone hear me if I scream? Can anyone else see us? Where could I get help? Well, there was no one, and nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. I was walking in this very rural area, on the side of the road that had a field on one

side and woods on the other. There was just one abandoned house up ahead, so I tried to reason with myself. This man is probably just concerned that I'm visibly walking a long distance, right? Oh, no thanks, I'm fine. I like walking, I said. Oh, no, no, I don't care about that. I just want you to get in the car. Maybe he's concerned because it's raining, and I don't have an umbrella, I think. Oh, I know thanks, I know it's raining, but I like the rain, so I'm okay.

No, I don't care, I just want you to get in the car. I'll drive you wherever you need to go. For fuck's sake, really? I'm giving this potential kidnapper two excuses and he doesn't take them. ever you need to go. For fuck's sake, really? I'm giving this potential kidnapper two excuses and he doesn't take them. His intentions are becoming clearer and clearer. I can't ignore this anymore,

and he never breaks eye contact. It's like he's analyzing every move and every reaction that I make. I'm starting to notice that his smile is starting to become more sinister as well. Is it just fear tricking me? This whole time I'm trying to look as friendly and naive as possible because I don't want him to realize that he can trick me into getting into his car and his only choice would be to use force. Remember, no one can hear if I scream at this point. Listen, I just want to talk to you.

Can I? Um, well, okay, what is it? No, no, I mean, I want to talk to you properly. Get in the car, I just want to talk to you. That's the only moment he breaks eye contact. And it's to slowly look me from head to toe. And he says, well, you know what? How about I park a little bit further and you can join me to have a chat? But sure, I don't know if you'll find a place to park anywhere close, but go ahead if you want, sir.

I'm only walking straight anyway. Perfect. See you there. Uh, yes, sir. He smiles and drives away. I waited for his car to be far enough so that he couldn't see me, and I immediately ran towards the abandoned house to hide while I make a call from my mom to come and get me. The police wouldn't do anything since I'm not in immediate danger.

We've tried to call them once before for serious threats from a stalker, and they just told us only to call them if the stalker was on our property. So that's another story though. I explain everything to my mom and she tells me to send her a screenshot of the Google Maps with my exact location just in case something happens and to stay hidden while keeping an eye on the road to see if the man's car appears again. I'm about to end the call when I see his car drive by again. And what do I see? He's looking right at me as if he already knew exactly where I was hiding, waving at me with the smile on his face, still with this trying very hard to seem friendly vibe. He knows I'm hiding, and on a call with someone now.

He knows I wasn't naive, as I pretended to be. Then he just drives away. My mom is still on the phone with me, so I tell her what just happened, and she tells me to stay calm and wait for her. We end the call. I wait. He doesn't come back again. My mom's car appears much faster than I anticipated.

I get in and we go home. I still can't wrap my head around what exactly happened and what could have happened. Sir, whoever you are, no matter what your intentions were, let's not meet again. I worked as a caretaker at a treatment center for adults struggling with addiction. I worked graveyard shifts, so I began work at 11 p.m. and didn't get off until 7 in the morning. Essentially, we had clients who lived in this home, and we were responsible for taking them to and from work, meetings,

and any sort of activity that they may have participated in throughout the day. My interactions with the clients were minimal due to the hours that I worked. A good amount of them, they were asleep by the time that I got in. The occasional administering of medication was just about the extent of it. There had to be someone on the property at all times due to the instability of some of the clients and their struggles with their habits. My office was located in a garage out back that was not attached to the house. It was converted to be a bit more tolerable as an office with a couch and a refrigerator. It was the easiest job that I had ever had.

My nights consisted of watching YouTube or Netflix all night, and being an idle to begin with, I was quite alright with that. As you may be thinking by now, this sounds like a story about a client that went crazy and tried to attack me in the middle of the night. However, that couldn't be farther from the truth. The clients we had during my tenure were all quite pleasant. This takes place in Los Angeles, California, which if you aren't familiar is a giant puzzle of very nice high-class and expensive neighborhoods, neighboring some not-so-great, seedy neighborhoods, with crime and gang violence. The property I was on was in what I would consider to be a fairly nice neighborhood. However, two blocks away, I couldn't save the same.

I remember one evening, I heard a very loud gunshot that couldn't have been more than four blocks away followed by two more in quick succession. Almost like one shot and then two more shots to finish the job. Needless to say, it absolutely terrified me and I was uneasy for the rest of the night. But don't be fooled. That's not my reason for writing this story. One important part of my job was to check on the condition, mileage, and gas tanks of the two vehicles that we owned. We needed to make sure that nobody was abusing the cars and taking them where they shouldn't. With the consistent mileage checks, we could see if there had been any excessive driving from any client or staff members. So on a night, just like any other,

around midnight, I decided that I would go do my nightly vehicle inspection. In these neighborhoods, there tend to be a lot of cars, and it's not uncommon to have a park several blocks away from your desired location. On this night, there was one car parked right out front, and the other was about a block down the street next to an elementary school. I checked the first car, no issues. Then began to walk to the further car. I got to the car and opened the front door and sat in the front seat with the car on so that I could read the mileage and the gas tank.

I turned off the car, stepped out, and noticed another car, halfway down the block, in front of the elementary school, flashing its lights at me. I really don't think much of it until I closed the door and began walking back towards the house. I'm walking in the middle of the street at this point casually, not thinking much until I noticed that the car that had flashed its lights is now flooring it right towards me Thankfully, I notice it before it gets too close, but what the hell?

This car is trying to hit me. I Hurried to one side of the street and I find myself at the opposite corner of the house that I work at. street and I find myself at the opposite corner of the house that I work at. I should mention the house is on a corner so I am essentially standing at the corner on the opposite side of the street as the house and needing to cross one more time to get there. So now I'm at the corner and this car which I should explain is what appears to be a Dodge SUV with tinted windows is basically right next to me. I'm still offering this person the benefit of the doubt and signalling them to go, assuming that they just wanted to drive past me, and maybe they'll let me cross. After a moment in realizing that they aren't moving, I step off the curb to cross the

street. At this point, they begin to drive quickly at me again, and I'm forced to jump onto the curb so that they don't hit me. The car drives right up to me until the front tires are against the curb. Now something I forgot to mention earlier is that I'm 6'3, 28 years old, and male. So by no means am I a small person, nor would you assume I'd be someone that you could easily take advantage of. With that being said, I assumed that this was either A, a completely insane person, B, someone with a weapon, weapon or see a carful of people because again, I don't portray someone who you would single out to fight or even kidnap for no reason. I'm now staring straight into the windshield of this car that's no more than six feet away from me.

I can see the figure of someone in the front seat, but I can't quite make out the features. I'm completely terrified because there is no denying that this person is trying to cause problems. I can hear my heart thumping in my chest, as scared as I was. I am a prideful man, who has also spent a lot of time in the US Army, as an infantryman. has also spent a lot of time in the US Army as an infantryman. So I don't like to cower in fear. By now I'm waiting for someone or a group of people to get out of the car and attack me. I knew that the best I could do was run as fast as I can if that happens because you just simply don't know what some people are capable of. After what seemed like forever, nothing happened so I began to walk towards the gate that leads

to the backyard where my office was. I knew it wasn't a great idea, because now they know where I'm staying. But I also couldn't imagine just walking aimlessly with this person trying to run me over or kill me. I was only about 50 feet away from the gate, so I swiftly walked along the sidewalk, and of course, the car begins to drive up next to me. I get to the gate, open it, and give the car one last stare down before I enter. My goal was to appear as calm as possible, because for some reason I thought that if I panicked or ran, I could escalate

the situation. Still, I don't know if that would have been true. Once I entered the backyard and closed the gate, I ran as fast as I could into the house. I immediately grabbed the biggest kitchen knife that I could find and ran upstairs to one of the vacant rooms to peek out the window. Luckily that room had a window that looked right out to where the car would have been. I don't see the car right away, which actually made me more uneasy. I stand perfectly still with my eyes glued to the street for what seemed like an eternity.

After about what was probably just a minute or two. Sure enough, here comes that car again, slowly making its way back to where I entered the backyard with its lights off. It stops and waits for God knows how long, and for God knows what. I sat there for another couple of minutes, then finally it drives away. I stayed in that window for quite some time after that, after I made sure every door in the house was locked, of course. The strange SUV never returned again that night, and obviously I wasn't harmed, however that incident made sitting in that office throughout the night much more unsettling

from there on out. I began bringing a large blade, and I even brought my handgun, concealed away in my bag a few times, which certainly was not legal. I didn't really care, though, because no one would know, and I felt much safer. Eventually I left that job for different reasons, but that incident contributed to the relief that I felt when I never had to return. So to whoever was in that SUV trying to run me over and stalk me as I walked, let's not meet. This summer, FIXU Energy is back, the ultimate summer path, starting 50% off energy charges all summer. Everybody's on, for automatic energy savings.

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Turned out John lived just around the corner for me. Right off the bat, he told me about his mental health issues, bipolar OCD, depression, and anxiety. He assured me he was taking medication for all of them. I was studying psychology in college, and thought my knowledge of mental health could be beneficial to our relationship. I opened up to him about my own traumas and hardships. It bonded us.

After a couple of months, I started to notice something was off. He would have these grandiose ideas about our relationship and his future for about a week or two. Then after some time, he would stop going into work. He'd lie about it all day, until he finally would blow up on me, telling me he was so anxious to go that he spent the whole morning throwing up. I tried to be supportive of him. I told him there were other jobs that he could try out, but he'd always bring it back to how little I knew about hard work. I quickly noticed his highs and lows were like clockwork.

He'd cycle through every six to eight weeks. I knew it was his bipolar, but he assured me he was taking his medication. Throughout the relationship, he became extremely possessive. If a man looked at me while we were walking down the street, he became extremely possessive. If a man looked at me while we were walking down the street, he would accuse me of knowing him, and wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the day. He'd constantly accuse me of cheating on him with every person who looked at me. I felt like I couldn't talk to men or even dress nicely because I was afraid of attracting any attention at all.

We broke up several times throughout the nine-month period. He'd say he couldn't be without me, and then two weeks later, he'd have a list of all the things he planned on doing if I took him back. He'd tell me all of the ways that he would work to improve himself and our relationship. I trusted him. I could only take so much of the ups and downs, and when I found out he was not taking his medication or seeing the therapist like he promised to see, I told him I couldn't do it anymore. He was furious. He texted me long rants about how worthless I was, how no one would ever be with me or connect with me. I was too privileged to ever make any difference in my life.

I was terrified. About three weeks after I ended all communication, I blocked his number and social media. But he began to stalk me and harass me. Living so close suddenly only convenient for him in my own personal hell. One night around 3 a.m., I heard pounding on my window. I was terrified. I couldn't move. The pounding grew louder and more intense. I slowly slipped out of my bed and onto the floor. It was then that

he started calling my name. After about 15 minutes of fear, it was quiet. I called my mom, and then the police. The police found a piece of paper taped to my door and read, with scribbled lettering. It said that he knew we belonged together, and that he'd make sure we ended up together. That was shocked. The police told me that since the relationship was so on and off, that it was my fault. I needed to be more clear about what I wanted. Throughout the next couple of months, he'd show up outside my bedroom window and watch me.

I continued to call the police who told me that I didn't need to file a report and that just calling was good enough. He also began using his friend's social media to harass me, begging me to give him another chance. He even emailed my school email to attempt to get me to talk to him. I eventually contacted the school who personally delivered a letter to him banning him from the campus. This only made him more angry. He texted me from a friend's phone telling me that unless I texted him back, he would come onto campus whenever he wanted just to intimidate me. That was the final straw. I went to the police and filed a report. Eventually he found a new girlfriend and the stockings stopped. However,

and just last week I was taking the train and I saw him staring at me from a train car. His eyes were so dark and empty. I truly hope I never see him or hear from him again. I attended a pretty awful university in the UK. In fact, it was so awful that vice-even published an article written by a student that attended at the same time as I did. It was titled Three Years of Hell at the University of Wolverhampton. I lived in a student building in the middle of the city. Of the three student buildings available, it was the middle choice. Literally, it was situated in the middle of the three

and also figuratively. It was the middle, as it wasn't as fancy as the fancy one and not as unbearable as the worst one. Most of my friends lived in the fancy building. To get there, I had to walk a small trek through a residential part of the city, but my friends found a shortcut. You could actually cut through and climb up the back of a garden behind an abandoned house, to get there in less than half the time. I started using this shortcut all of the time.

One morning, I walked towards the garden and down to my shortcut, and I found three grown men standing there. They all looked for lack of a better word, thuggish, and large. I uttered a small, oh, when I saw them, and they all looked up at me, a pale 19-year-old gay country boy with a blonde mohawk. I think I apologized for barging in on what was probably a drug deal, and I turned and walked the way back that I came and took the long way around. As I walked away, one of them shouted to get my attention. I ignored them, then I heard them coming after me. So I started to run. I was much younger, slimmer, and fitter back in those days, then I heard them coming after me. So I started to run. I was much younger, slimmer, and fitter back in those days, so I managed to outrun them

pretty easily and sprinted all the way around the long route to my friend's building, where they let me in. I explained what had happened to them, and no one was surprised. This was Wolverhampton, after all. After a few minutes, a friend of ours arrived. He lived at a non-university student building off campus and had to walk a different way to get where we were. When he arrived, he asked me, Kyle, what did you do?

I asked him why. And he said that an enormous guy had come up to him and asked him if he'd seen a guy with a blonde Mohawk. But my friend acted dumb even though he knew immediately who he'd been talking about. My poor choice of hair was fairly distinct. The worst part? This guy was carrying a brick in his hand. It still gives me shivers all these years later.

But it doesn't end there. My friends and I went for a day out to Birmingham, bright lights, big city, whatever. I didn't get home until late. We got back to their building and drank until way after midnight. I started to relax and forget my horrible ordeal from earlier that morning. At some point, more than a little drunk I decided to head home. I was now pretty sure I would never take the shortcut again so I took the long way home instead. As I was walking through the residential area, a car stopped on the opposite side of the road. There were two guys inside and the car was filled with smoke and stink of weed,

as they rolled down the window to speak to me. I didn't have headphones on or anything, and I was the only person on the street, so I couldn't ignore them, or pretend that I couldn't hear them. "'Nice hair,' the driver said, his friend snickered. "'Do you know where we can get some food? I don't know. The city center maybe? I said, I kept walking, trying not to show them how unnerved I was.

They were facing the wrong way to drive alongside me so the driver put the car in reverse so that they could keep and pace with me. Do you know any places? A few. There's a cabob place at the top of the road. Get in and show us, yeah? I'm drunk and tired and I've got lectures in the morning, I said, trying to sound casual even though I was just about to piss my pants.

It hadn't been a good day. We're going to turn around and come back and pick you up. You wait there, okay?" The driver said, as the car started towards the end of the road, which was a dead end, to turn around. I heard the passengers say, it's him. I knew it was him. When the car was far enough away, I broke into a sprint and ran back towards my building. I knew it was him. When the car was far enough away, I broke into a sprint and ran back towards my building. I stumbled down some stairs and twisted my ankle pretty badly, but managed to limp the rest of the way and got through the front door just as the car

drove past. I dread to think what could have happened that day. For the rest of my time at that God-awful university, I prayed to never meet those guys ever again. Fortunately, I never did. So even though the time has long passed, let's not meet scary drug dealers. Thank you for listening to this week's episode of Let's Not Meet, a true horror podcast. This week you have heard an untitled story by a listener who asked to remain anonymous. Get in the car I just want to talk to you by a Reddit user who asked to remain anonymous. Another

untitled story by another listener who asked to remain anonymous. When I became his obsession by a Reddit user who asked to remain anonymous. And finally, I was nearly attacked or abducted at university by Reddit user that Kyle Guy. Tune in next week where I'll have a new guest on the show Curtis Connor of the very, really good podcast. Check it out on Spotify iTunes or wherever you listen to your podcast or check out his YouTube channel.

If you have any stories you'd like to send into the podcast, email Let's not meet stories at gmail.com or just email me at Let's not meet podcast at gmail.com if you have any questions or inquiries about the show and follow me on Twitter at Let's not meet cast. I'll see you guys next week for that brand new episode of Let's Not Meet and Guest Curtis Conor. See you then you When it comes to broadband internet, streaming, and mobile packages, choice overload is real. Whether you're upgrading or moving to a new home, smartmoved.us is a quick, easy, and freeway to compare packages. Explore all your options now at smartmove.us slash discover.

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