The Prowler Attack
The Prowler… a stalker. We spent the evening hashing things out with Samantha’s discord and other necessary privacy info. Her Discord is only allowed to receive her DMs through her friends and is unable to accept any incoming friend requests or messages from strangers. With the threat Prowler posed, Samantha made sure to take all necessary precautions like phoning the security guard not to let any unknown figure in her residences since she lived in a secured villa. Lucky her though. Her twitch and discord mods were vigilante if Prowler made any appearance on Twitch chat since it’s on a public domain. To keep her mentally sane, she kept an active discord group with all of us texting her how she’s been for the past few days and making sure we’re constantly checking up on her as she streams and goes to work just fine.
October 18th, 2024, I was working on my video edits from work in a remote work office. As much as I’m the talkative bee, it does intrigue me on who the Prowler is, especially when he nailed down her location accurately as if she personally knew her. Could it be her ex, Clive? Last I remembered, Clive was respectful of the no contact rule the moment they broke up and they aren’t friends anymore. There really isn’t a strong motive for him to do that since Clive would probably say hi instead of doing something as fucked up as this. It had to be someone who’s probably been in her house. Could it be someone physically close by whom she knows?
Samantha gave me Prowler’s discord to… prowl his identity further. It’s a burner or throwaway account. His discord was made on October 10th 2024, and the discord ID linked to no other alias he’s tied to. It’s a dead end, and until something comes up then we can investigate further.
“What’s your relationship with Samantha?” A message was sent to me by a random person in discord with the Alias, Doom616.
“Prowler? Is that you?” I don’t get strangers’ messages everyday so this one was dead obvious.
“So you’re gonna answer or not?” Prowler questioned further.
“It’s none of your business, man.” Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that, that could only agitate him further. Still it was a knee jerk response… and honestly I’m curious to see how this guy uncovered her location. “All right Mr. CIA, what’s your jig? What’s gotten you into Samantha quite strong?”
“I want to protect her.” He responded. “From guys like you.”
“Why would you think I’d hurt her?” I said. “We’ve been friends for quite a while and no drama has happened between us. Except for the time I T-bagged her in Overwatch 2, boy she wasn’t happy about that.”
“It’s guys like you, is the reason why she’s crying every night.” He continued. “You…Clive, Alicia, Bruno, Allaine, Sebastian and many other people who’ve hurt her!” How the fuck does he know Clive? This points out it could be between our circle of friends.
“Oh shit, how’d you know us and Clive?” I responded to him.
“Of course… I know all your friends, Wyn.” He said to me, also figuring out my real name.
“Is that so?” I sounded unsurprised. “Keep this up, and you’ll never see Samantha again.”
For the oddest reasons, my discord app crashed. I relaunched it quickly, but it took a while to load on my PC. So I grabbed my phone to open Discord from there.
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This weirded me out, and I blocked him immediately. However… I received so many message requests from different accounts where he’s constantly asking about Samantha.
“Wyn, if you don’t tell Samantha to unblock me. I will f#$#$^ k#@$@ you” The message alternates per different account. Whoever this dude is, he’s a fucking tech wiz. It doesn’t seem like my computer’s affected or hacked, none of my files seems affected.
“Wyn… he’s not stopping.” Samantha’s bubble appeared in my discord, to which she sent an image to me.
It’s a picture of Samantha playing on her computer from behind. The photo seems to have been taken today. And the worst part? Samantha lived alone…
