Someone Has Been Living Under My Pillow For Months

Hi everyone, my name is Sonia, and recently, everybody around me has been convinced that I’m mentally ill!

So everything started when I was working in a stock exchange office. I was making good money and I got to work with famous people.

It was all great! I had a best friend in the office named Bridgette, and I got to go home every night to my loving fiance, Drew.

That was until one night, when things started to get extremely weird.

Drew began calling me nonstop, worried about how little I was home. His texts and calls were starting to drive me insane. I got that he was concerned, but his behavior made hardly any sense.

But it wasn’t just my Finance. I noticed that my best friend Bridgette was behaving really weirdly. She started showing up to work in really expensive cars. Wore only designer clothes , and her face looked like a doll from all the plastic surgery she’d gotten. When I asked her where she had gotten all this money, she said “I’ll tell you when the time is right.”

So, I did something I shouldn’t have – I snuck into Bridgette’s office one day when she wasn’t at work. The thought of uncovering her secret was just too tempting! About 5 minutes in, I had barely found anything and I was starting to feel crazy. I had even sniffed her dirty shirt in her office closet, thinking I’d smell a rich man’s cologne! But it smelled like it hasn't been washed in years.. Eww !

Finally, I found a paper...and what was on it changed my opinion of Bridgette. She had been stealing money from her clients for the past few weeks! And not just 20 bucks here or there...it had been hundreds of thousands of dollars.
But what was the most shocking, was that at the end of my list, I saw my name and credit card number, and I wasn’t even one of her clients! She was stealing from my tab too!

Without even thinking, I brought the paper to my boss. He told me he would call the police and they’d launch an investigation. The next day, Bridgette came into my office to chat. She gave me my pads that she had found on her office floor. She knew I used the silly pink pads with flowers on them. Other than being embarrassed, I knew in that instant it was over. She was going to know it was me who told on her. The next thing I knew, the police officers stormed the room and were putting her in handcuffs. She screamed at me, telling me, “I was going to pay for what I did.” It sent a chill down my spine. But I knew she couldn’t do anything.

A few days later as I was coming home from work, a huge guy dressed in all black started following me. I changed sides of the streets and watched as he changed sides with me. When I started walking faster – so did he. My heart started beating out of my chest. I was terrified, and before I knew it, I had made a wrong turn into a dark alley with only one exit.

The man kept walking toward me. I scrambled around a corner, trying to get away. Who knew what he would do to me?! I tried to squeeze under a sharp chain fence to escape, but my hips got stuck. I could hear him walking closer and closer to me as I struggled to get out! I couldn’t die here!

Finally, I managed to pry the fence up just enough to squeeze my body but my lower part got stuck . Was I going to die because of my curves ? I pushed the hardest I could until I passed through, but It completely ripped the front of my shirt open. I walked home covering my chest, embarrassed and terrified. I wanted Drew to comfort me, but instead, he started yelling, asking why my shirt was torn apart.

“Someone tried to hurt me”

I thought that these words would stop Drew from being angry at me, but it only made him go crazier, so I mumbled nervously, a hippo attacked me!!. I don't know how that came out, but he totally saw through my lie.

I was stressed when I walked into work the next morning. Lucky for me, my boss said he was going to send me to a conference a few hours away where I’d have to stay in a hotel. I would have a chance to get away from the creepy stalker.

But when I arrived at the conference, things were really tense. I tried talking to clients and other stock exchange workers, but all of them looked at me like I was a ghost! I started second-guessing everything I was doing. Did my breath smell? Had I said something stupid??

By the second day, people had started speed-walking away from me whenever I came near them. It was like I had the plague! People were ACTUALLY afraid to come near me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I cornered someone and asked her what was going on.

Through tears, she told me: “He said if we talk to you, he’ll hurt us. He said doing business with you would ruin us and that you can’t be trusted.”

When I asked her who, she pointed out the window, into the courtyard. Sitting there was none other than the stranger who had followed me in the alley. I felt my blood run cold. He had followed me all the way to this conference?! Bridgette was really willing to go that far, even from her jail cell?!