…I just have a stack of snackfood beside my bed
no seriously
I actually am hungry all of the time
guh all of the feels
all of them
I just went onto a message board (one I used to basically live on a few years ago) for the first time in AGES. It was a fantastic community - a very established and long-running punkish fanboard in which creativity and intelligent discussion were the ultimate goal, and the fandom in general is seemingly attracted to these things, and very intense. It was pretty amazing, at its peak. It got destroyed because of some stupid decisions from the management of the fandom-object, indeed also the fandom-object has changed a lot, as they tend to do, and the forum was never the same again, so it has since died down and a lot of people left. The subject matter is currently inactive, and has been for a while now, but the board is still running and MY HEART
I just got all nostalgic for it, and thought I’ll go and see what’s up
…
all the old members are currently on there, posting in a reunion thread
I’M JUST SO ATTACHED TO THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM AND SO INVESTED IN THEIR LIVES AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS AAAAHHHH AND THEY’RE ALL MARRIED AND OLDER AND RESPONSIBLE ADULTS AND STUFF EVEN THE WHINIEST OF EMO KIDS AND EVERYTHING’S DIFFERENT BUT THE SAME AND I WANT TO CRY BECAUSE TIME
NIGHT OF TERROR~
Well. Tonight was indeed quite terrifying. My friend and I almost got kidnapped or murdered or something horrid.
SO BEGINS AN EPIC TALE.
First off, a creepy guy drove past us while we were walking with the dog (quite a large dog) down a really pretty but secluded woods road with only a few houses along it. I think perhaps he had been drinking a bit. He drove really slowly by, and stared at us with an odd, leery face as he passed at crawling speed, then as soon as he’d passed us, he parked in the middle of the road. We thought this was rather odd, and both got an unpleasant feeling about him. By this time it was heading for dark, because we were silly and out too late.
As we continued up the road and got further away, he zoomed off up the road and turned around in a driveway, and as we were rather wary of him already, we decided that we would be best off getting away from him before he saw where we were, so we ran as fast as we could to the next house, who were people my friend knew. But they weren’t home, so we thought we’d just hide behind their car, near their shed, while the guy passed by. So we did - but he drove by and discovered we were no longer on the road, so we must be in the house - and he turned around again and came back and came in the opposite end of their circle driveway.
He came looking for us, and he saw us and drove up close to where we were and asked what we were doing. As I actually had a stray cat with me that had followed us, I said that we were looking for the owners of the cat, and I asked him if it was his, because the situation was SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE and creepy in general, as he had so obviously been chasing us, because my friend knew that this wasn’t his house and he’d followed us up the road, turned around and chased us down the road, then turned around again and followed us onto someone else’s property anyway because THAT’S CREEPY in anyone’s book, srsly.
He said no, the cat wasn’t his, but “young girls like you shouldn’t be out here after dark…there are BAD MEN down here on this road, you know. Really bad men out here.” And he drawled it REALLY slowly, in the most leery, intentionally threatening way possible. Not in a friendly, warning way. Not at all.
So we were rather unsettled by this point, and replied with a yes, thank you, that’s why we’re heading home right now, okay goodbye, and then he kept asking where we lived, and we just said it wasn’t far and we had to go meet our family now, because I thought it best that he knew we had people not far away, and started walking very quickly back towards home, in what is now basically proper darkness, because he’s delayed us for quite a while.
AND HE STARTED TO FOLLOW US.
Thankfully, just as we were getting thoroughly worried by this guy’s behaviour, the only other car that we had seen on the road in over an hour came by just as we reached the road. My friend recognised the car as someone who lived a bit further down, so we ran out into the road and stopped the car, and told the gentleman inside that there was a guy after us. He told us to hop in, so we did, and as the gentleman who picked us up tried to turn around to take us home, the creepy guy saw that we had gotten inside the other man’s car. He drove across the road in front of us, and blocked it so we couldn’t get past. he kept driving forward and forward almost into us, and the nice man who helped us kept backing back off the road to try to get some space to inch past the bad guy, but he kept coming right up into us.
I wasn’t honestly, properly scared until this point, but this - this was very scary. I cannot fathom what he was trying to do, but he wasn’t afraid of confronting three people and a dog in an SUV, so he must have had something up his sleeve. Either that, or he’s REALLY DUMB. I was worried that had a weapon that gave him courage.
By this time, the guy that picked us up is starting to get nervous too, because this guy just won’t let up. FINALLY the nice man manoeuvred enough space to get past, and I’m sure the bad guy was going to ram him, but we got through and took off towards home, which is just at the top of the hill, but about a kilometre away. We gained a bit on him while he was turning around, but he soon sped really fast to catch up with us and sat as close on our tail as he could get. The poor man driving us was pretty afraid by now, and he tried to call 911 as soon as he had service (there’s no service where we were at all, it’s in a valley) but by then we were home. The creepy guy drove past, and we got through to 911 and met with my friend’s dad who was in the garden.
As we were waiting for the Sheriff to come, the guy turned around AGAIN, drove back past the four of us standing in the yard, watching him, and drove back down the road again. What cheek. He knew we couldn’t see his number plates, they had no lights on.
Finally the Sheriff arrives (he was super, super nice and I was excited to meet an honest-to-goodness Sheriff) and he got all our details and went to find out what happened. He ended up finding the car and the guy, who made up some RUBBISH story about making sure we weren’t breaking into the house. COME ON. We had to run kinda far to even get to that house from when he first creeped on us. And we were in running gear (my friend is training for a marathon), with a dog. Yes. That makes all the sense in the world - I always take my dog on break-ins. She helps me carry all the TVs I steal. Never attempt a break in without a hyperactive Australian Shepherd.
Also, it wasn’t that guy’s house. He was from another county, only here visiting family wayyy down the road.
LIES, I TELL YOU.
Well. That was long and arduous for us all, I’m sure.
I just said goodbye to my dog for two months
I is sad now
If my phone had an eyeball, I would stab it with a spork
