Ola, first I want to apologize I’m from Germany and English isn’t my first language:/ so I had this translated with chatGPT Lol
For obvious reasons, I’ll keep some details vague for privacy.🦝
Here’s the story. (M24)
When I was 15, I was hanging out in a friend’s basement with a former friend, two girls (who had escaped a psychiatric (yes, really 🤦🏻♂️), and we were toke drugs. (amphetamine, weed)
That’s where I first met “S.”
I found her really attractive and mysterious. I liked her a lot, but what I didn’t know at the time was that she was into me too.
I was into her as well, but she was… different. Hard to explain. The kind of person who gives you “signals” nobody else seems to understand.
Anyway. Time skip.
Years later, I was at a rave — a tunnel rave in my city, straight techno.
By coincidence, I ran into her again. She was on Ecstasy.
I was honestly shocked to see her there. We started talking, and she told me she had been into me back then and still had interest.
I still thought she was attractive, and she looked just as intense as I remembered.
So we spent time together that night. I made sure she was okay, got her water, etc. Nothing weird at first — just looking out for her.
Later we went to a nearby club after the rave.
Inside the club, things escalated the way you’d expect at that kind of night — dancing, kissing, drinking ect.
Oh and There was a guy with her (a friend of hers), who honestly behaved in a very intrusive and uncomfortable way, constantly inserting himself into situations where he clearly wasn’t wanted. It completely ruined the vibe.
After a while, I left.
Before leaving, I took her shirt with me — not for anything malicious, but as an excuse to see her again. 😶🌫️
A couple of days later, she came to pick it up.
And that’s when things got weird.
The atmosphere was off immediately. She was extremely cold, distant, almost emotionally flat. The conversation felt forced, like I had to carry every sentence.
(btw she was in prison)
At some point, she started telling me a story.
I’ll paraphrase it as best as I can, but the tone was the same:
She described how a former best friend had hurt her deeply. In response, she allegedly organized a house party to lure that person to her place. After the party, she got that person into a separate room under a false pretense, restrained them, and harmed them with a razor blade.
I honestly didn’t know how to react. I tried to stay calm and just responded vaguely.
The whole situation felt extremely disturbing, but I ignored my gut feeling because I had known her since I was a teenager and wanted to believe it was just talk.
Eventually, we ended up sleeping together, but the entire experience felt wrong and detached. She left around 3 AM, which honestly felt like a relief.
After that night, we didn’t really talk anymore.
Then things escalated again later.
About one or two months after that, I had been awake so 2 Days, i guess (Amphetamine)
While I was out getting groceries late in the evening, (alcohol lol) I suddenly received snaps from her.
The first one showed my front door.
No context.
Just my front door.
I opened it in the store and immediately felt a wave of panic. I was already sleep-deprived and anxious, and this made everything worse.
Then more snaps came.
A photo of a balcony.
It was the balcony directly above my apartment.
Again — no text, no explanation.
At that point I felt extremely uneasy and stopped engaging completely.
I told my friends about it back then because I genuinely didn’t know what to think.
Fast forward about 2 years later (2025/26), a friend told me that she apparently knew I had been talking about the situation. I don’t know how accurate that was, but it made me uncomfortable.
Then, by pure coincidence, I ended up at a bar/club area with some friends.
Someone told me she was there too.
And suddenly, she appeared next to me.
She immediately confronted me, clearly angry, asking why I had been “talking about her.”
I honestly don’t remember much after that night — I had been drinking and the situation became a blur. I just remember wanting to distance myself from her
We all make mistakes, but some people are mistakes.
Let’s not meet again.
e d i t :
because of the t-shirt.
For context, it was obviously hot in the club, so she asked me if I could hold her shirt for the rest of the evening. She was wearing a lot of clothes, that's why. By "I took her shirt," I meant that I deliberately didn't give it back to her, so I could see her again, We've all done things to see someone again because we're afraid it might be the last time.
with amphetamine i mean speed not meth lol