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Maybe I can get this off my chest and i'll be ok. I was waiting until my mother passed before I did this and I think this might be my hurdle. Please, if you have had anything happen to you in the past that might be traumatizing, this might not be a good listen.This was posted to Dark Net Horror Stories... I’m going to begin with a warning. Some of the dark net stories in this podcast might  be frightening to some. Most of these stories, such as the one today, are true  stories that have happened to others. Some are told directly by the victim and others are mini documentaries from crime reports or true online forums. The stories or events in the episodes might be triggering to some people. These stories are meant for an adult audience as their content can be disturbing. While many of stories are true, the names of the victims and the stalkers or predators have been changed unless the alleged criminal has been charged in a court of law. The accused are presumed innocent until proven guilty. I know, that phrase can be frustrating when you know the story is true, but unless the predator is brought to justice, it is how our system works. This episode I know for a fact is true because it happened to me and I am tired of hiding in the shadows being afraid of the consequences.
The first part of this story is about another predator before the dark net really even existed. It is the reason why I kept my mouth shut until now. I recently started to be harassed by someone who held me against my will in his home and the first story in this episode has a lot to do with the second. The first criminal in this first story doesn't have a social media account anymore because he was outed for what he was in public and I suppose he didn’t want that to happen again. He is living a fine life as the head of a medical center teaching at a college in California. He really should be in prison and chastised for his behavior in the past. There is nothing anyone can really do about it now. I hope if he has ever done anything else that justice is one day served. This is what he did to me and why I never said anything about what happened later.
Back when I was 9 years old, my father supported the family by working many miles away and didn’t get home until our dinner time around 6 pm. This was pretty normal for people during that time. My mother was a stay at home mom with projects such as 4-H and sometimes volunteering at the local school district. I often came home to an empty house as my brother and sister were both in high school and had their own studies.
The school bus would drop me off at about 3 pm in the afternoon. Oblivious to issues in the area, I’d go inside and if Mom was home, which she usually was, I’d have an afternoon snack of cookies. Back then, elementary school students didn’t have pages and pages of homework they’re given now so I would either go out and ride my horse or watch Batman or Scooby-Doo. If I had seen the show  before, I’d go into my room and play with my Barbies and model horses.
This one particular day, Mom wasn’t home and neither were my siblings. Dad was at work. We felt safe out in the country. Our closest neighbor was my  best friend who was about 4 years older than I was. She was probably still at school that day because we would often hang out to play Barbies or ride our horses together and she hadn’t contacted me yet.
As a 9 year old kid who wasn’t afraid of anyone in the neighborhood, I most likely left the back sliding glass door unlocked. We always locked the front door because that is where people usually knocked. Honestly, I’m not even sure if we locked either door that day. I don’t remember being a latch key kid where I needed to have a key on me or under the mat, but it was many years ago. That afternoon, I went straight to my bedroom and started playing with my Barbies. I was sitting in the middle of the room when someone walked in. Please note that all names in the stories I am about t