So I met this guy on Omegle...

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At it again.

So basically, new stuff has happened.

By that, I mean I did something which a lot of people told me not to do.

I went to somewhere only I know.

I’ll give you all a rundown of how it went down, and what happened there.

First, I’ll show you this quick Omegle chat I had with him before I went there. I few people said that I should try going on Omegle on a new computer, I’ve done so, this was on my father’s laptop.

For those of you who are unable to read this, here’s the chat log as per usual.

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Hello

Stranger: Hey Sam

You: I’m going to the place. Meet me there

Stranger: I’ve been here the whole time

You have disconnected.

So there you guys go, the messages I exchanged with my whatever-the-fuck-I-am-meant-to-call-him before I went to “our” special place.

I’ll also quickly now give you guys a bit of background information on said place, and why it is special to me.

So basically, when I was very young, I used to go on picnics with my mother, you know the thing, she’d pack the hamper with a bucket load of food, we’d go for a walk. Hot sun would be beating down on us, we’d have been walking for hours, we’d stop to eat. It was amazing. We always used to go for a walk in the forest when we did this, and we had this one particular place that we would eat at.

My mother would then get out a CD player (I’m guessing it was, at least, my memory of this is fairly vague) And would play both mine and her favorite song.

Somewhere only we know.

So as I was saying, I went to the place. I asked a very close friend of mine if he would come with me, and he agreed. It all seemed okay until I received a message from him as I was on my way to his house that he would be unable to come, something about having to study for his exam or something.

I thought that it was by far best that I didn’t go alone, but to be totally honest, curiosity got the best of me. I went.

And I don’t regret it.

It took me a fair while, probably around an hour, to actually make it to the place. A small clearing in the woods, a log in the middle.

It felt different to when I had been here so long ago. More isolated, more encompassing.

More real.

When I got to the clearing I instantly noticed a severe lack of person there. There didn’t seem to be any evidence of any human activity for God knows how long. It was totally deserted.

The trees loomed over me, I considered returning home, but knew that I had to stay for some more time, I knew that I had to at least find something out.

There were shadows all around me, only a small patch of light managed to escape through, in shone on a small patch of grass, maybe a metre wide and little more than half long.

I got somewhat interested by this, and thought that I might as well go over there, see if it was of any significance.

And boy, was it of significance.

I saw it instantly, laying on the grass, in that little patch of light.

An EpiPen laid there, it seemed innocent enough to me at first, I thought it was a bit weird that it would be there like that, and it seems far too coincidental that it was laying in the sunlight like that.

So I thought I would have a closer look. I picked it up, and written on the side of it.

Was my mother’s name.

I recognised it instantly, she had been severely allergic to bee’s, and had been prescribed with an EpiPen for it. How could *he* have gotten hold of it though? It makes my stomach turn just thinking of it.

It was bad enough knowing that he had put a note in my bag, but now he has something of my mother’s.

How? How could this have happened?

I pocketed it straight away and ran.

I thought it best to go straight back in to town, and subsequently home, as quickly as I could.

I kept looking around me, if it helps you guys at all, I didn’t see anybody watching me, people seemed to be fairly oblivious to the fact I was running.

I’ve still not told anybody else, all I told my friend was that I wanted him to come with me and be prepared for anything. He didn’t really ask questions, never was that type.

When I got home I instantly locked myself in my room, I’ve been here ever since. I don’t have a clue what to do about this now. It’s insane, I can’t think straight, everything just goes back to that moment of realisation, that moment when I saw her name.

That moment when I knew just how serious this actually was.

Please, I don’t want to do anything, can’t do anything. I’m just pacing around my room, breaking down into tears.

I’ve tried to sleep, but I can’t. Nothing seems to help, I can’t come up with any way to resolve this.

I can’t.

Please, somebody, anybody.

Help me.

Thank you.

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