Real Encounters

*Don't Underestimate the Shy Kid*

My mother told me this story about a couple years ago around the time of her 30th high school reunion. She told me she had an odd moment of Deja Vu at the event and needed to talk to someone about it, and she believe I was old enough to hear her story.

During her time in high school, my mom was the quintessential popular kid: captain in three sports, beautiful ballet dancer, dating the quarterback, etc. (always weird to hear about my mom at this age, considering I was quite the opposite). She had many friends, although many of whom she was not too close with. One of her closer friends, however, would always joke about one kid in their class and how he was in love with my mom. My mom apparently had no idea because he never spoke to her, and I guess he was very shy so she never thought of it as a concern. During her senior year, however, he was hired at the construction company my grandpa owned.

My mother's house was in the process of being renovated, and she began to see the kid more and more because he was assigned to work on the roof. One day when she was alone at the house, she was in the bathroom and she noticed that the lighting structure above the shower had been removed. She figured that it must have broke and her dad or someone had taken it out, but it left a couple small holes that went all the way to the surface above (the attic). As she left the bathroom and walked down the hall, she heard faint footsteps above her, mirroring her own. She freaked and ran out of the house to wait at hear nearby friend's house until her parents returned home from work. She told her dad about it and my grandpa went to check the attic. Sure enough, you could see straight down to the shower through the missing light fixture (that he did not remove). It gets worse: a hole had been drilled right above my mom's bed.

Although she believed it was the kid from school, my grandpa did not believe that there was evidence of that because more than one worker had been at the house, but he nonetheless called off the renovation of the house for a couple weeks. Odd, but unthreatening things began to occur, however, as the kid's car could be seen parked across the street for long periods of time, and also at her dance or sport practices in the parking lots outside. Before she mentioned to her parents that this was becoming uncomfortable, matters took a turn for the dark.

My mom grew up in a suburban town in Eastern Washington, so while it seemed crazy to me when she said her family rarely locked their doors, she lived in a different time and in an area where the crime rate was limited to a rare and petty occurrence. One night, my mother woke up to a strange noise in her room. Without moving or opening her eyes, she sensed that someone was in the bed with her. She became paralyzed with fear and disgust when she realized that the sound she was woke up to was the sound of masturbation. She rolled over, away from him, as she pretended to keep sleeping. He reached out and began to hold her from behind and she bolted out of the bed into her parents room, screaming "Someone's in my bed!" My grandpa immediately ran to my mom's room and the door slammed in his face. There were no windows or any other kinds of exits in her room, so when he kicked the door in, the kid just gave up and sat on the floor.

The worst part is, and my mom's voice was full of bitterness when she said it, was that my grandparents felt sorry for the kid, so instead of filing a report they told his parents what had happened, and recommended psychologists and treatment. The parents of the boy promised he would not be a disturbance any longer. Although understandably shaken up, my mom soon would go to college and completely forget about the kid. That is, until her high school reunion.

He was there. Not only did he greet my mom and introduce himself to my dad (I was not at the reunion), he introduced his own. He married a girl that was in their graduating class, and they have several children together. Whether he is completely rehabilitated or still fantasizes over my mother, to my mom's creepy and power tool-savvy stalker, lets not meet.

Credits: Reddit, breeah