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This may seem like a stupid thing to get pissed about, but I need to rant.

So I had a dinner with my sister, and while we were eating, I decided to show her a picture of a cute baby doll night gown I'd bought. It's a light pink with black lace and bows. I personally love it and think I'm cute asf in it.

Anyway, I show her this picture and ask her if she thinks it's cute, and she says, "Yeah, it's adorable, but it doesn't look good on you. You should dye it dark pink."

Like girl what? I asked if you thought it was cute, not if you thought I looked good in it. Besides, I wanted a dark pink one that made me look pale as the moon I would have gotten it. I got light pink because it matched my skin tone better.

Anyway, I'm really mad that my sister would say that, especially right after saying I "look chubby" even though I'm underweight and don't eat enough as it is.

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When I realized I was beginning to have feelings for Maddox, I freaked out. Maddox was straight, and I'd only end up getting hurt. Besides, he was probably getting sick of pretending to be my boyfriend every day at school.

Still, I kept my cool. I pretended as though nothing had changed since the kiss, and everything seemed to go back to normal, though I was constantly being distracted by Maddox, and every silence seemed a little awkward.

Another two weeks passed without anything unusual happened, then the library started closing earlier, and we had no choice but to study somewhere else. Since my parents had no idea that I was fake dating Maddox, we decided to do it at his house, where his dad didn't care about who he brought over.

We sat together on the back porch, while his dad built us an early dinner. "I still don't get it." I said, about a certain problem in calc that I couldn't understand.

Maddox rolled his eyes. "Come on, that's easy."

I lifted an eyebrow at him. "Really? Than explain it."

Maddox laughed, and leaned forward to show me what was happening, but my attention shifted to his neck, where sunlight glistened off a slight sheen of sweat. I didn't realize I was staring until Maddox slapped my leg. "Are you even listening?"

My gaze shot back to his face. "Sorry, I zoned out." I mumbled, very much aware of the blush creeping up my cheeks.

Maddox smirked, "No shit."

I focused my eyes on the book in my lap. "You were saying?"

Maddox explained the problem again, and as I began to work it out, I could feel his gaze on me. I finished, and without looking up, asked, "You done staring?"

I could hear the smile in his voice when he responded. "Just returning the favor."

I finally looked up, and realized he was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb.

He grinned. "Oh come on, Rhett. You've been staring at me any chance you get. You honestly think I didn't notice?"

I blushed, again. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Maddox shrugged, but before he answered, the sliding door opened behind up, and his dad stepped out. "Dinners ready boys."

I collected my homework, and slid it into my backpack. After a quick dinner with Maddox and his father, talking about school, I finally said I needed to get home. Maddox had to drive me, since we'd taken his car to school.

The drive was silent, except the radio. When we parked on the road in front of my house, I immediately reached for the door, but Maddox locked it. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face him.

"What?"

He didn't answer, just leaned forward and kissed me. From then on without a single word being spoken, we went from fake dating, to real dating. Every time we held hands, it wasn't for show, and every kiss wasn't fake.

I realized I may have lost something that had meant a lot to me, but I'd gained something so much better out of it.

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I know this second part is short, but I was trying to finish the story, because it's three a.m. and I have work in like three hours.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked it ❤️ ❤️

Hi guys. This is a work of fiction. No characters are made to represent anyone, living or dead. Thank you for reading ❤️

Characters:

Rhett Male 16 years old

Maddox Male 16 years old

Jason Male 16 years old

My 16th birthday was the best and worst day of my life. It started like any other, made the best by me having a great birthday party with friends, and made worst by catching my boyfriend cheating on me, at my own birthday party.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Rhett and yes, I'm gay. I'd been dating Jason for a year, I'd met him right before my fifteenth birthday. He was my age. What made it worse, was knowing that he'd be in school the rest of the year, and I'd have to see him every day. I tried not to let it bother me, but Jason was the popular kid in school, and everyday after he'd cheated, I'd see him with his new boy toy on his arm, laughing at me with him friends.

I wanted revenge, but I had no idea how I would do it.

Then, one day in the middle of history class, it hit me. I was staring at the back of the head of the one person who Jason was jealous of. His name was Maddox. I didn't know what had started it, but Maddox and Jason had always hated each other, and were always trying to be one step higher than each other.

So, I carefully made a plan in my mind, barely paying any attention to my last few classes. I stood outside by my car, watching Jason and his new boy friend leave, and waiting for Maddox. Finally, he left the building, his backpack over one shoulder, his air pods in, ignoring the world.

I walked up behind him. "Maddox right?"

He didn't turn around, and kept walking. "Yeah."

I followed him, but didn't say anything. Finally, we reached his car, and he turned around, immediately frowning when he saw who I was. "What do you want?" He demanded.

"Your help." I replied.

He laughed, "Yeah I'm not helping you, or Jason."

He turned away to open his car door, but I grabbed his arm and turned him back to face me. "I'm not with Jason anymore."

He shook me off and shrugged. "I'm not surprised."

"I want to get revenge on him for cheating, and you're the only person I know that would piss him off." I told him.

He stared at me for almost a full minute, then sighed. "How?"

I smiled. "Well, he cheated on me, I figured the best way to get back at him was to pretend to be dating his rival."

He shook his head. "Won't work. I'm straight and he knows it."

I lifted one shoulder. "He knew it. Come on, can't you pretend to be gay to piss him off?"

He laughed. "Okay, putting it that way sounds appealing." After a moment of silence, he unlocked his car, and motioned to the passenger side. "Get in. We'll talk about it."

I nodded and walked around to the passenger side, and slid into the car, as he tossed his backpack in the back seat, then climbed into the front. The first few minutes if the drive were silent, until I finally spoke. I proposed we pretend we were dating, and after working out every detail, we finally agreed.

He dropped me off back at school to get my own car, and I drove home, smiling. I was still hurt, but the thought of sweet revenge was extremely appealing.

The next day, Maddox and I walked into school, hand in hand. The rumor spread quickly, and by lunch, Jason approached me, without his boyfriend. Selling our cover, Maddox and I were sitting next to each other. Jason approached like I owed him something.

"Hey, Rhett. What's this?" He asked, waving at Maddox.

I smiled and laid my head on Maddox's shoulder. "You mean my boyfriend?"

The muscles in Jason's jaw twitched. "We broke up a week ago. How do you already have a boyfriend?"

I almost said something like, "you do," but I kept that in and said something else. "Because we've been together for a while."

"You were cheating on me with my rival?" He asked, curling his fists.

I shrugged. "I mean you cheated on me, so I don't see the problem."

He was clearly having a hard time controlling his anger. "He's not even gay." He spat.

Maddox finally spoke, turning to face Jason, and grabbing my hand. "I'm bi, dumbass."

Jason's mouth worked for a moment, then he hissed, "You'll regret this. Both of you." Then, he turned and stormed back to his own table.

Maddox turned to face me, and we both grinned. Revenge was sweet.

After school, to sell the act, we both got into my car to leave, knowing Jason was watching us. From that day, we continued to fake date, flaunting it in front of Jason, especially doing things he'd never do with me, like hold hands while we were walking.

Things seemed to be going as planned, until it nearly went completely wrong. At this point it had been nearly a month, and everyone in school knew about us. We were often assigned partners in group projects, and even when we weren't assigned, we did most of our homework together in a quiet corner of the library. Not only to sell our act, but because we had become friends, and enjoyed spending time together.

Anyway, we were sitting in our quiet corner of the library, as usual, trying to study, but instead telling each other embarrassing stories of our siblings. Everything was great, until Jason approached, this time with his new boyfriend and two of his friends. Me and Maddox shared a look that said, "this isn't going to be fun."

Jason sat down, the other four boys standing behind him, and stared at us for a full thirty seconds, before he finally spoke. "For being together for so long, I sure haven't seen any signs of affection." He said.

I sighed, and under the table grabbed Maddox's hand. He immediately understood what I was trying to do, and lifted our clasped hands above the table. "Are you blind?"

Jason shook his head. "No. Real affection."

I laughed. "What, you want us to make out on lunch tables or something?"

He shrugged. "I don't see why not."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well we don't do PDA in front of people."

He smiled, but not in a friendly way. "I figure you can make an exception this one time. Kiss."

I frowned, unsure if I had heard him right. "What?"

He sat back in his seat, as though he'd solved a great mystery. "I said kiss. Prove that you're actually dating."

I was about to tell him to get lost because that wasn't any of his business, when Maddox turned my head toward him, and kissed me. It wasn't anything great, just a small lingering kiss.

"Happy?" Maddox asked, releasing my face. I was in a state of shock.

Jason muttered something under his breath, then got up and walked out with his friends. Both Maddox and I pretended that nothing had happened, and went back to studying, though the only difference was the awkward silence.

Maddox dropped me off at home that night, and as I was reaching for the door, he grabbed my arm. "About earlier." He said, slowly. "I'm sorry if that pissed you off, I just didn't know what else to do."

I shook my head. "It's fine Maddox. See you tomorrow."

He nodded and I slipped from the car, but as I walked up the front porch steps, and turned back to wave at him as he drove away, I realized I was beginning to have feelings for Maddox.

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Hey readers! I hoped you enjoyed this, because I enjoyed writing it. A part two will becoming soon.

Thank you for reading ❤️ ❤️

Author's note: Since my last post on here was taken as fact, I'd like to make it clear THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Please read the tags before commenting lol. Also none of these names are made to represent anyone, living or dead.

Book:

It was my last year of high school. I would be free for two years, then once I turned twenty, I would go to university. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and was having a hard time focusing on school. Still, I got fair grades, and felt like I was doing pretty good for someone who just got cheated on.

Then, the new transfer student came. Kyle McClain. He was hot, and the talk of the school since he was new. I immediately had a crush on him, just like almost every other girl. He was tall, had dark hair and light blue eyes. He also really hated my ex, and that made me like him even more. Still, I wasn't going to be a rebound, or embarrass myself to get him attention. So I would watch him at lunch and in the two classes I had with him, and otherwise ignore him.

Most of the other girls? They would do anything to get his attention.

That started the obsession with me. He realized I wasn't just another girl fawning over him, and it drew his attention to me. Little by little, we started talking, shared socials, and after three months of knowing him, exchanged phone numbers. I made it clear to him I had just been cheated on, and wasn't looking for a relationship. He said that was fine, and we were just friends.

I knew the other girls were jealous, and even told a lot of them that I was simply him friend, and they could date him if he wanted. He in fact did not.

I realized quickly that although he said we were just friends, he acted like a boyfriend. Still, after being cheated on, I liked the feeling. I was being chosen by someone who could pick literally anyone else. He quickly became possessive, to the point that he wouldn't let other boys talk to me, unless he was there.

Still, being chosen was too good for me, and I ignored the red flags. Then one night, as we watched a movie on the couch in his apartment, me laying my head on his shoulder, his right arm around me, my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize.

I guessed it was someone from school, paused the movie and answered the phone, putting it on speaker. All I heard was someone crying. I looked at Kyle in confusion, until finally a voice came through, that I immediately recognized.

"Shelia, please come back."

It was the SOB who had cheated on me.

Kyle recognized the voice as well, and immediately made a motion for me to end the call. I didn't.

"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up.

"It was dumb to do what I did." My ex said. "Bella left me. She said because I cheated on you I'd probably cheat on her too, and now I realized what a mistake living you was."

I laughed so I wouldn't cry. "You didn't leave me. You cheated on me, and I dumped you."

Silence lasted for a few seconds, then he started yelling. Kyle snatched the phone from my hands, and ended the call, then pulled me into his lap, as I began crying. For the next few minutes, I stayed curled in his arms, tears rolling silently down my cheeks. Kyle didn't say anything, just held me and rubbed my back.

Finally, I sat up. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, wiping my eyes.

He frowned, "For what?"

I motioned to his chest, where there was a wet spot on his t-shirt. He shook his head. "Don't be. I'm glad I'm here for you." Then, he kissed my forehead.

The next day, I didn't want to go to school, knowing my ex would be there and would try to talk to me. Still, Kyle told me he'd be right there with me, and I finally decided to go. I was right, as the second my ex saw me, he ran to me, and began begging me to forgive him for the night before, that he'd been angry and sad that Bella had left him, and had taken it out on me.

Kyle didn't let him get too far, before he silenced him with a single punch to the face, then led me away from where he was groaning in pain on the floor. Once we were out of the hall, I burst out laughing. I wasn't a violent person, but seeing him get what he deserved was the best thing of my life.

From there, things changed between me and Kyle, and a week later we had our first kiss. A month later, we made it official. There was only one thing that seemed to be a problem. Kyle's possessiveness. Still, who doesn't like a possessive man? And all I saw was a yellow flag.

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This was so fun to write. I did almost make a huge plot twist and make Kyle and evil human, but in the short time that I built them, they made a soft spot for themselves, and I had to leave them a cute couple.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it, and please let me know if there is any mistakes or typos.

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My parents didn't want a child. They only kept me because my grandparents refused to let them get an abortion, and they were both 17. As soon as I was born, I was sent to my grandparents, and I didn't know my parents, until I turned sixteen. On my birthday my dad appeared at my house.

We sat around the table, as he told us mom had passed a year ago and he was having a hard time without her. He thought having me at least stay with him for a few days would make him less lonely.

Despite the fact that he hated me at birth, I agreed to spend the weekend with him. He was thrilled, and promised to give me a wonderful gift, the best I'd ever had. Through the week, I could barely focus on school, I was so excited.

Finally, on Saturday morning, he came to pick me up for our two day trip. We stopped at his house to pick up his luggage, then started driving. He told me it would be a two hour drive, and to get some rest. Firm in the belief I was safe and going to have a beautiful father daughter reunion, I fell asleep, curled up in the passenger seat.

When I woke up, I knew it had been more than two hours, yet I could still feel the car driving. Then I opened my eyes. Everything was dark, and then I realized I was in a wooden crate. My first thought was to scream or yell for help, but logic told me the only person who would hear, was the person driving. I peered through a crack in the wooden slats, and could see a single figure in the driver seat. It was dark outside, and we were driving down the freeway, buildings lining both sides.

I continued to stare through that slat for at least thirty minuets, before we took an exit, and pulled into a gas station. Under the bright lights, I could see the man clearly wasn't my father. He had long brown hair, a scruffy beard, and what I could see of his arms and neck were covered in tattoos. After he left the car, I tried to get out of the box, but it didn't budge.

Then, the back door opened, and I froze, as the man's shadow was cast over the box. there was a rattle of keys, then the top opened. The man grinned when he saw I was awake, blinking in the sudden light. His grin showcased rotten and missing teeth, and I nearly gagged.

The man reached for me, but I scooted back into the furthest corner of the box, shaking my head. He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Come on, little girl. I'm not going to hurt you."

I shivered at those words. The amount of times I'd heard those words in true crime documentries and horror movies told me they were a huge lie. "Where's my dad?" I asked, my voice quiet and weak.

The man laughed. "Aw, you think dear old daddy really suddenly wanted you back after 16 years?" He asked. I had no idea what he meant. The man laughed again. "He sold you to me for a wonderful price. He's gonna go back home and say you were kidnapped. No one will ever find you."

At his words, rage built inside of me. I wasn't going to be another face on a missing poster. I wasn't going to be another name that appeared for two seconds on the news. I wasn't going to be another one of those girls who disappeared, and was never seen again.

I threw myself at him, slashing my nails at his face. He stumbled back from the door grasping his face in pain. "You-" he began, clearly about to curse me out, but I didn't give him the chance.

I kicked him in the groin as hard as I could, and he stumbled back into the gas pump, groaning in pain. I launched myself from the car, and ran. After a few seconds, I heard his heavy footsteps following. He was cursing me out, as I dodged between and through semi trucks. I needed a ride, or somewhere he wouldn't look. Then my eyes caught onto a cab that had just started up, and the driver, a tall and muscular black woman was walking around the trailer, doing her safety check.

I jumped up to the passenger side, and pulled open the door, crawling in, and shutting the door quietly behind me. I then crawled back into the sleeping, and tucked myself behind the curtain, praying he wouldn't find me. I heard his voice, saying something to the woman. I couldn't hear her reply, but a few seconds later, I heard his footsteps as he ran past the truck.

I sighed in relief but stayed hidden, knowing he could come back any second. Then the door opened, and I held my breath, hoping it was the truck driver. It was, and she settled into her seat, mumbling something under her breath. She pulled out of the gas station, and we were on the freeway before she said, "I know you're back there."

I froze. I had no idea what would happen if I said something. She chuckled. "Honey, I know you're scared, but I've been driving for ten years. I know when someone climbs in my truck, and that guy was sure vague when he was looking for you."

Her southern accent calmed my heart beat, and I finally stepped out of the sleeper, and slid into the passenger seat. She looked me up and down and shook her head. "How did he get you darling? You look like someone smart enough to not hop in with someone you don't know."

I cringed. She was right. I was stupid to get into her truck, but I felt like she wouldn't hurt me, and I prayed I was right. "My dad sold me to him." I said, quietly, and only then did everything catch up to me, and tears fell from my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

"Oh, honey." The woman said, and reached over to rub my back with one hand. "I'm sorry, darling. Is there anywhere I can take you?"

I nodded. "My grandparents." I said between sniffles.

"Wheres that dear?"

I told her, and she nodded. "Lucky for you darling, my destination isn't to far from there, and I'll get you back home safe."

"How far is it?" I asked, and she glanced at her navigation. "To my destination is about five hours. It's another hour to where your grandparents live."

I nodded, and curled up in the seat, shivering, but not from cold. I couldn't help but think what could've happened if I hadn't gotten away. What could still happen if my dad found out I'd escaped.

The truck driver didn't talk, just rubbed my back with one hand, as we drove out of the city. After a while, I fell asleep, although I tried to fight it. I woke to her tapping me gently on the shoulder. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and realized the sun was rising. We were in a city, and I recognized it, as my grandparents had taken me to it several times.

The driver motioned to the sleeper. "We're almost to my destination." She said. "It would be better if no one sees you."

I nodded, and moved back to the sleeper. After her truck was unloaded, we drove downtown. She said her next load was at a different place, but she was going to take me to the police station first so I could get home. She walked me into the station, and rubbed my back as I recounted everything that had happened to an officer, and called my grandmother. As soon as my grandparents said they were on the way, the truck driver told me she had to go, but gave me her name and phone number, in case I ever needed her.

I thanked her a million times, and gave her a very long hug, then I sat in an office, waiting for my grandparents to arrive. When they did, the officers told them that they had already contacted the station that had jurisdiction over where my father lived, and they were on their way to arrest him for human trafficking and assisted kidnapping.

I was taken home.

When my father was arrested, he first denied everything, saying that I'd disappeared while at a hotel, but when questioned as to why he hadn't tried to find me or called the police, he realized he was trapped and tried to run. He didn't make it far and resisting arrest was added to his charges.

When the police searched the home, they found the money and a receipt of my sale. They also found similar receipts for other woman around town, including my mother. It seemed after they had both turned nineteen he'd gotten in with a human trafficking ring, and my mother had been the first person he'd sold. He'd then faked her death.

However, due to the fact that I'd escaped, they found records of the ring, and were able to arrest most of the members, as well as track down who the girls and young boys had been sold to. Of the one hundred fifty people my dad had sold, one hundred and forty were found. The other ten were presumed dead.

My mother was part if the 140. Soon after she was brought home, I reunited with her, and she moved in my her parents, determined to be a mother to me, and protect me from what had happened to both of us.

It's now twenty years later. My mother has become my mother, and a wonderful woman. My grandparents are thrilled to have their daughter back, and are both doing well. My dad is serving life without parole in prison.

I'm thankful I was able to escape and for ever thankful to that truck who helped me return home. Still, I have nightmares about the time I should've died.

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Hey ya'll!

This was super fun to write.

Let me know if there are any errors, because I suck at typing lol.

Thank you for reading <3<3

So, the first incident happened about 2 years ago. At the time, I was living, with my family, on a five acre piece of property, literally right off the freeway. Like the back of our yard ended and the free way was about ten feet away from the back fence. Anyway, we lived there for about eight years, and for a while, nothing happened. So for context to this story, the house was at the front of the property, maybe forty feet from the road, not the freeway, but a back road. We had a small corral\shelter we had built right after moving there for my brother's two horses, however, at the time of this story, my brother had moved out and taken his horses with him. My mini per cow, Dexter, lived in the corral at this time. The corral was maybe 100 or 150 feet from the house (if this makes no sense, I'm sorry, I'm not good with distances). It was closer to the freeway than the house.

Anyway, one night, I had gotten my 3 month old Border Collie, and taken her with me up the field to the corral to feed my cow. Now I have pretty bad eye sight, and I wear glasses, but at the time, I had just started wearing them, and couldn't wear them long without getting a migraine, so I had left them in the house. Things far away from me were blurry.

We had five acre properties on both side of our property. To the south, a very nice family lived. To the north was an empty lot that switched owners a few times, but nothing was ever built there. While I was feeding the cow, I noticed something or someone standing on the property to the north, which no one owned at that time. I brushed it off at first, because there was a tree on that property not far from our fence, and I couldn't see well because I wasn't wearing my glasses. Anyway, I turned back to Dexter to throw another pitch fork of hay to him, and when I turned back around to get another pitch fork full, the object, which was black and blurry, had moved closer to the fence, to the point where it was maybe ten feet away from me, about three feet away from the fence, though still in the neighbors yard, and I could see the tree I had originally thought it was behind them, quite a ways.

I freaked out, because my eye sight was so bad, everything that far away was so blurry, I have no idea what it was, but I'm positive it was a human. I grabbed my dog and, because I didn't want whatever it was to know I had noticed it, pretended I was talking to my dog. I said, "Come on girl." And ran back down the field to the house. Once I reached the house, I looked back to see whatever it was had disappeared. This also happened right after sunset, so it was pretty dark.

I thought about this for HOURS, and eventually brushed it off as my imagination, and because I hadn't been wearing my glasses, I was able to eventually convince myself it was nothing. That only lasted for a couple days. This time it was during the day. I was out front this time, in our rose garden, playing with my cats. I heard a buzzing, which I immediately recognized as a drone. I knew this because a few of my cousins and friends had drones, and would fly them at our house to get cool views of the freeway.

I looked up and found the thing hovering right above me. When I noticed it, it flew away. However a few hours later when I was on the back lawn playing with my dog, it reappeared. Both of these times I was wearing my glasses, and can say for sure it was a small gray drone. Again, when I looked at it, it flew away.

Over the next few days, most of the time I was outside, I would hear the drone, see it, or just feel like I was being watched. I don't know how to explain that feeling, but it's like you can just feel eyes on you. I got so uncomfortable I would only go outside when I had too. I would also like to point out where ever I went away from home, nothing like this happened, no matter where I went. This continued the rest of the time we lived there. Also, my dog, who lived in the back yard, would randomly bark at things at night, though it could've been deer or coyotes. Another strange thing, was sometimes at night, I would hear taps or knocks on my bedroom window, but I never dared open them.

One of my brothers often saw the sillouette of a person wearing a ball cap walking past his room in the middle of the night. We had an 8 foot fence surrounding our yard to keep the deer and coyotes out, and an eight foot tall gate. This gate could only be opened by a fob, and it was hard to climb over. We didn't have a man gate, so it wasn't like just anyone could walk into our yard. We also lived in pretty much the middle of nowhere, with only a few neighbors.

Anyway, about a year later after the first strange occurance, we decided to move, as the house was a seven bedroom, and there were only my parents, me and my brother living there. At the time we moved in, our other siblings had lived with us, but had moved out over the eight years. We needed to downsize not only the home, but five acres was getting hard for us to take care of. So we moved to a small house in a pretty neighbor hood, with neighbors on every side, but behind us. We have a huge field behind us. Since we moved here, I have never felt watched or seen a drone. I mostly forgot about the weird things that had happened, until about a month ago. After we moved here we got a small inside dog, who sleeps with me, I still have my Border Collie and a husky mix, but the house is too small for them, and they are more guard dogs, and live outside.

Anyway, one night I opened my window, since I have no fan in my bedroom, and I was roasting. I opened the window a couple inches, then closed the blinds. While, I was scrolling on my phone, when suddenly my dog, who was curled up sleeping on the end of my bed, sits up, and looks at the window. My window is on the front of the house, facing the street. He stared at the closed blinds for a second, then growled. I was terrified. This dog was only 8 months old, and he had only growled playfully when I was playing tug of war with him. He continued to growl at the window, even after I'd told him to stop. He is a VERY obedient puppy.

I finally opened the blinds. There is a street light between ours and the neighbors yard, so I could see pretty good, and I couldn't see a thing. I closed the blinds, and laid back down. Not ten seconds later, he started growling again. I was so scared, I got up and checked again, but still couldn't see anything. I finally shut the window and locked it. When I laid back down, he curled up next to me and went to sleep as though nothing had happened. This happened AGAIN about a week later. Since then, I haven't opened my window at night.

Still, there is one more thing that happened, that may not be related, but is unexplainable. Me and mom have been renovating the front yard, since my brother and dad work, and before we moved into this house, it was untouched for eight months. Anyway, one day we pulled up some dead bushes, and they had been planted inside tomato cages. I have no Idea why. Most of the cages were twisted and unusable, all except one. Mom put it between the two giant pine trees in the front yard, since we were going to use it the next morning, and it was getting dark. The next morning, the tomato cage was on the front lawn, destroyed. I mean DESTROYED. Twisted in all manner of ways, and it was metal, meaning no animal could've done it.

I still have no explanation for any of these events. I have no idea if I have a stalker or not, but it's freaky asf. Any follow up questions and explanations are welcome.

EDIT: When we moved we told no one except the movers and close family where we were moving to this was because we had a few people that had a habit of showing up uninvited to our house.