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Man Climbs Into Woman's Bedroom, Asks To Be Friends

I had to change my pants after seeing this


Earlier this week, one of the most disturbing videos I’ve ever seen came across my phone. Now the internet is filled with screwed up gore videos, so I figured this would be something stomach twisting. While typically disgusting, they don’t affect me on a mental level. This video though, Christ. A girl is filming a TikTok in her room when a man appears on her second-story balcony attempting to enter her room. Watch the video below and wait till your skin stops crawling to continue reading.


That moment when you’re recording yourself dancing and your stalker climbs your second story balcony to break in. #realshit #scariestmomentofmylife

♬ original sound - Hannah v.

First of all, good on her for not freezing completely and getting out of the room. Secondly, the guy asking “am I your friend” could be the last line in a AAA horror movie trailer. Absolutely terrifying. This chick is going to have issues from this encounter for the rest of her life, and rightfully so. Hell, I’ve already checked how expensive it is to get bars placed on my windows.

The intruder was found, arrested, released on bond, then detained yet again by ICE. Fair to say this guy is done. It’s one thing to commit a petty crime, it’s another to ruin a human’s life because you’re a creep who thought this was the best way to approach the girl you’ve been stalking. This is just adding to the already long list of reasons why I’d be a crazy person if I one day have a daughter. I’ll have to deal with that day when it comes. For now, all I can offer is the advice of a man who writes for strangers on the internet. Put bars on your windows if they are accessible from the street, always expect the worst, and if you can't run a half-mile while jacked up on adrenaline, you’re already dead.