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Unmasking the Dangers of Online Marketplaces: Personal Stories of Threats and Survival · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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I'd been on a mission to create a proper study space for my
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older son. He just started middle school
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and his workload was piling up. I figured a dedicated area with
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a desk and chair would help him stay organized and focused.
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Between juggling work deadlines and managing the chaos of two
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kids, finding affordable furniture that fit my budget
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felt like an uphill battle. That's when I turned to Facebook
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Marketplace. I'd used it before for smaller
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purchases, and while I'd heard some unsettling stories, I never
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imagined I'd end up living one myself.
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Scrolling through listings late 1 evening, I came across a
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beautiful oak desk. It had that classic charm I was
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looking for, and the price was ridiculously low.
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The seller, a man named Todd, messaged me promptly after I
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inquired. He seemed normal, light,
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straightforward, and quick to respond.
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He explained that the desk was in a storage unit because he was
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downsizing and couldn't fit it in his new apartment.
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Would tomorrow morning work? He asked.
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I paused for a moment. The idea of meeting someone at a
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storage unit felt a little off, but his listing had photos and
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his profile seemed legitimate. Plus, I really wanted that desk.
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I ignored the voice in my head and agreed to it.
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The next morning, I pulled into the nearly empty lot of a
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storage facility on the outskirts of town.
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Rows of identical units stretched in both directions,
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the corrugated metal doors glinting under the pale winter
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sun. A single security camera perched
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above the gate, but there was no one else around except for a
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maintenance worker in the distance.
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Todd arrived a few minutes later in an old blue pickup truck.
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He stepped out wearing a baseball cap and a flannel
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shirt. He greeted me, and I tried not
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to overthink it. People aren't always friendly in
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the morning, I told myself. The desk's in here, he said,
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gesturing to a unit about halfway down the row.
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He unlocked the padlock and slid the door up, revealing A dimly
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lit space packed with random furniture, boxes, and tools.
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Looks like it's in good shape, I said, peering in.
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Mind if I take a closer look. Of course, he said.
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Come on in, it's in the back. I paused at the threshold.
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Something about stepping into the dark, cramped space gave me
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the creeps, but I chose to ignore it.
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After all, he was standing there, holding the door open for
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me. What was I going to do back out
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now and look paranoid? Inside, the air smelled stale, a
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mix of dust and old wood. The desk was tucked behind a
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stack of chairs. It's in great condition.
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Todd said, stepping past me to move a few things out of the
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way. He was right, the desk was
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beautiful. The dark oak was polished and
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free of scratches, and the drawers slid open smoothly.
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I was just about to tell him I'd take it when I heard the metal
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door slide shut behind me. The sound echoed in the confined
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space and my whole body tensed up.
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I turned to see Todd casually snapping the padlock back into
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place. It's just so no one disturbs us.
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He said with a grin that felt anything but reassuring.
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Every part of me was on high alert.
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I forced a smile and step back, trying to create some space
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between us. You know, I should check if the
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desk will fit in my car. My husband's waiting outside,
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and he's better at judging these things.
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Todd's expression flickered, his grin faltering for just a second
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before returning. Oh, I'm sure it'll fit.
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He said. But I didn't see anyone in your
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car when I pulled up. Are you sure he's out there?
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The blood drained from my face. I couldn't believe he'd been
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watching that closely. Yeah, I lied, keeping my voice
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steady. He's probably just walking
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around. He hates sitting in the car.
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Todd's eyes narrowed slightly and he crossed his arms.
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You seem a little nervous. Everything OK?
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Perfectly fine, I said, forcing a laugh.
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I just get claustrophobic in places like this.
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Let's go outside so I can check the desk dimensions.
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Todd didn't move right away. He stood there, staring at me
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with an intensity that made my palm sweat.
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Finally, he shrugged and pulled the padlock key from his pocket.
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Sure, he said, unlocking the door with deliberate slowness.
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The second the door rolled open, I bolted for my car.
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I didn't care how it looked. I needed to get out of there.
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Todd called after me, his voice demanding, but I didn't turn
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around. Once I was safely in my car with
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the doors locked, I grabbed my phone and called the police.
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Todd walked to his truck, his movements calm and unhurried, as
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if he hadn't just cornered me in a storage unit.
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He drove off before the officers arrived, leaving me shaken and
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questioning everything that had just happened.
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The police took my statement and inspected the storage unit, but
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there wasn't much they could do. Todd hadn't technically done
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anything illegal, though they agreed his behavior was
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suspicious. Next time, meet in a public
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place, one of the officers advised, and never go into an
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enclosed space with someone you don't know.
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I felt stupid for letting myself get into such a vulnerable
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position, but I also felt angry. Angry at Todd for making me feel
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unsafe, and angry at myself for ignoring my instincts.
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Luckily for me, I was able to think quickly and came up with a
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lie about my husband. I don't know what would have
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happened if I hadn't said that for weeks.
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I couldn't shake the memory of his grin or the way he'd
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questioned me about being alone. I stopped using Facebook
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Marketplace altogether, unwilling to risk another
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encounter like that. Looking back, I realized how
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lucky I was to get out of that storage unit unharmed.
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It's a lesson I'll never forget. No matter how harmless someone
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seems, you can never be too careful, especially when you're
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alone. I've been a Carpenter for more
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than 10 years, so I've accumulated my fair share of
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tools, some of which I don't even use anymore.
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That's why I decided to post a few for trade on Facebook
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Marketplace. It's not that I couldn't sell
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them out right? But sometimes trades just feel
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simpler. Plus, I've been looking for a
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decent lawn mower since my old one finally gave out.
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When a guy named Rick messaged me about trading his lawn mower
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for my high end power drill, it seemed perfect.
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The pictures he sent showed a mower that looked almost brand
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new. Way better than anything I'd
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have bought for the drills resale price.
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Rick seemed friendly in his messages, and we quickly settled
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on a trade. He suggested I come to his house
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to finalize the deal, saying it'd be easier to show me how
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the lawn mower worked in person. It sounded reasonable at the
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time, so I agreed. He gave me an address that was
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about 25 minutes from my house in a neighborhood I didn't know
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well but didn't have any bad reputation either.
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I figured, what's the worst that could happen?
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That Saturday afternoon, I packed up the power drill and a
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few extra bits in case he wanted them, loaded them into my truck,
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and drove to the address Rick provided.
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The neighborhood seemed quiet enough.
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Older homes, a few kids playing in yards, and plenty of parked
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cars. Nothing felt off until I
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actually pulled up to Rick's house.
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The lawn wasn't as neat as the others on the street, and there
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was an old sedan parked awkwardly in the driveway.
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The house itself was in decent shape, but the blinds were drawn
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on every window and the porch light was on even though it was
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broad daylight. Still, I didn't think much of
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it. People are quirky, right?
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Rick came out as soon as I parked.
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He looked like his profile picture, a middle-aged guy with
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a scruffy beard. He waved casually in motion for
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me to park closer to the driveway.
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I didn't pull in completely, which turned out to be a good
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decision. Hey, thanks for coming by.
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Rick said, his voice friendly. The mowers Outback, you want to
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check it out? Sure thing, I said, grabbing the
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drill from my passenger seat. Rick led me around the side of
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the house to the backyard where the lawn mower was sitting on a
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patch of dirt. It did look like the one from
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the pictures, clean, shiny, and in good condition.
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Rick knelt down and started explaining how the mower worked,
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pulling the starter cord to show me it was functional.
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He even let me try it out on a small patch of grass.
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I was just about to finalize the trade when I heard the sound of
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another car pulling up. I turned to see an older truck
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parking at the end of the driveway, effectively blocking
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my truck in. A man I didn't recognize stepped
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out. He was taller and bulkier than
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Rick, wearing a dirty tank top and jeans.
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Rick looked at him, then back at me, his smile suddenly less
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friendly. Oh, that's my buddy Pete.
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He said, almost too casually. Pete didn't say anything, he
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just leaned against his truck, arms crossed, watching us.
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I felt a flicker of unease. Why was Rick's buddy here for a
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simple trade? So.
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Rick said, his tone shifting about the lawn mower.
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How much is it worth? You think like in cash?
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It retails for about $400.00 new, but we agreed on the trade,
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remember? Rick scratched the back of his
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neck, looking a little too innocent.
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Yeah, but Pete and I were talking and we figured it'd be
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better if you just gave us the drill and throw in, say, $200.00
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cash. That work for you.
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My stomach tightened. I don't have that kind of cash
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on me, I said firmly. We agreed on the trade and I
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brought the drill for the mower. Pete pushed off his truck and
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took a step closer. You sure about that, man?
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You've got a nice truck there. Bet there's a wallet in it.
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That's when it hit me. This wasn't about the trade at
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all. It was a setup.
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I looked at my truck, blocked in by Pete's, and tried to think
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fast if these guys wanted my money, or worse, I needed to get
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out of there now. Tell you what?
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I said, forcing a smile. Let me check my truck, I think I
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might have some cash in there. Rick and Pete exchanged a look,
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then nodded. I turned and started walking
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back toward the front yard, almost running.
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When I reached the truck, I didn't hesitate.
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I jumped in, slammed the door, and hit the lock button.
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Rick and Pete must have realized what was happening because they
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both bolted toward me. Pete was closer, but I didn't
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give him a chance. I threw the truck into drive,
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the tires spinning as I drove onto the grass.
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Pete pounded on the side of the truck, yelling something I
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couldn't hear over the roar of the engine.
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I didn't care. I jerked the wheel, swung the
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truck onto the street and floored it.
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My heart was racing, but I didn't stop until I was several
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blocks away. When I felt safe enough, I
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pulled into a Walmart parking lot and called the police.
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The dispatcher was calm and professional, taking down all
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the details. Rick's address, a description of
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both men and what had happened. She assured me an officer would
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check it out. A few days later, I got a call
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from the police. They had gone to Rick's house
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and found him there. When they questioned him, Rick
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claimed I had changed my mind and backed out of the trade,
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trying to paint himself as the reasonable one in the situation.
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But the officers weren't buying it.
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Turns out Rick had already been flagged and several other
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reports involving shady Facebook marketplace deals.
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He had a pattern of luring people to his property under the
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guise of trades or sales, only for things to take a suspicious
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turn. This wasn't just some
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misunderstanding or awkward negotiation gone wrong.
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Rick had been targeting people and I'd come dangerously close
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to becoming another victim. While it felt good to know the
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police were on to him, I couldn't shake the thought of
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how bad things could have gone if I hadn't acted quickly.
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Now I'm a lot more cautious when it comes to Facebook
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Marketplace. I never meet at someone's house
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and I always bring a friend if the trade can't happen in a
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public place. That lawn mower deal could have
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cost me more than a few 100 bucks.
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It could have cost me my safety, and that's a lesson I'll never
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forget from time to time. I like decluttering and getting
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rid of stuff I don't need. My Home Office was crammed with
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bookshelves, filing cabinets, and all sorts of furniture that
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no longer spark joy. So I decided it was time to let
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go of an old wooden bookshelf that had been gathering dust.
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It wasn't anything fancy, just a sturdy second hand piece I
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picked up years ago. Facebook Marketplace seemed like
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the quickest way to get rid of it, so I snapped a few photos,
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wrote a simple description and posted it.
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Within a few hours I got a message.
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The man, Kevin, seemed polite enough, asking if the bookshelf
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was still available and if he could pick it up later that
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evening. His profile photo showed a
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middle-aged man with glasses, smiling warmly.
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He seemed harmless, and since I'd never had a bad experience
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selling things online, I gave him my address.
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He arrived right on time. Kevin drove up in an older
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pickup truck and parked in my driveway.
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He seemed friendly, chatting about how he was redecorating
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his study and how the bookshelf would be perfect for his growing
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collection of novels. I helped him load the piece into
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his truck, and he thanked me profusely before driving off.
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It felt like a simple transaction, but I was wrong.
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A week later, I was in my living room folding laundry when I
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noticed a familiar truck slow down as it passed my house.
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It wasn't uncommon for people to drive slowly on our street.
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Kids often played outside and neighbors walk their dogs.
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But something about the way the truck lingered caught my
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attention. It was Kevin's truck.
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He didn't stop, though, just kept driving, and I brushed it
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off as a coincidence. Maybe he lived nearby, I
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thought. But over the next couple of
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days, I started noticing that same truck more often.
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It would pass by in the morning when I was getting ready for
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work, and again in the evening as I watered my plants.
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It seemed intentional, but I tried to convince myself
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otherwise. It was a Friday evening when
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things escalated. I just finished dinner and was
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settling onto the couch with a book when I heard a knock at the
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door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I
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hesitated before walking over. Peeking through the peephole, my
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stomach twisted. It was Kevin, I opened the door
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just a crack, enough to see his face, but not enough for him to
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push his way in if he tried. Hi Kevin, what can I do for you?
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I asked, keeping my voice neutral.
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He smiled, but his eyes stayed cold.
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I was just in the neighborhood. He said.
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Thought I'd stop by that bookshelf I got from you.
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It's great. I was wondering if you had any
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other furniture you're selling? His words were light, but there
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was an underlying tension in his tone that I didn't like.
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No, I don't have anything else. I replied quickly.
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Just the bookshelf. Glad you like it though.
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He didn't leave, instead his smile faded and his expression
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hardened. Come on.
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He said, leaning slightly against the door frame.
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You've got a big house, you must have more stuff you don't need.
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My heart started pounding. I really don't.
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I said, my voice firmer now. I'm sorry, Kevin, but I'm not
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selling anything else. For a moment he just stared at
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me. Then, without a word, he turned
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and walked back to his truck. I locked the door the second it
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closed and stood there trying to figure out exactly what had just
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happened. Why had he come back?
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And why did it feel like this wasn't the end of it?
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The next morning I woke up to find Kevin's truck parked across
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the street. He wasn't in it, or at least I
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didn't see him, but the sight of it brought on a wave of anxiety
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that settled in my chest. I decided to go about my day,
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hoping he'd leave, but the truck stayed there for hours.
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That evening, as I was cleaning up after dinner, I heard a loud
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knock at the door. My stomach tightened.
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Not again. This time, Kevin wasn't polite.
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He was banging on the door, yelling something I couldn't
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quite make out. Open up, he shouted.
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I know you're in there. I grabbed my phone and backed
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away from the door, dialing 911 as quickly as I could.
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As I explained the situation to the operator, Kevin's tone grew
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more aggressive. He was demanding to see more
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furniture, insisting that I must be hiding something valuable
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inside. I'm calling the police.
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I shouted through the door, pretending to be braver than I
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was. You need to leave.
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There was a pause, and then I heard him mutter something
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before stomping back to his truck.
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But he didn't drive away. He just sat there, engine
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running, as I waited for the police to arrive.
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The officers showed up about 10 minutes later, and by then Kevin
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was still parked outside. They approached his truck and
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spoke with him briefly before escorting him away.
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One of the officers came to my door to take my statement.
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Do you know this man? The officer asked.
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I sold him a bookshelf on Facebook Marketplace about a
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week ago, I explained. He seemed fine at the time, but
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now he's been showing up uninvited and acting
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aggressively. The officer nodded, jotting down
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notes. We'll file a report and issue a
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trespassing warning. If he comes back, call us
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immediately. Even though Kevin was gone, I
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didn't feel safe. I spent the rest of the night
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triple checking the locks and curtains.
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Over the next few days, I couldn't relax.
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Every time I heard a car drive by, my chest tightened.
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Then, two nights later, he came back.
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This time, Kevin was visibly drunk.
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The sound of his truck screeching to a stop echoed in
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front of my house, and he stumbled out, yelling
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incoherently and banging on my front door.
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I could barely make out what he was saying, but it sounded like
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more demands to let him in and accusations about the things he
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claimed I still owed him. The way he moved was erratic,
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his voice slurring with every word.
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My hands trembled as I called the police again, struggling to
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keep the tremor out of my voice. He was so out of control that he
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didn't even notice when the police arrived. 2 patrol cars
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pulled up silently and officers quickly approached him.
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It wasn't until they grabbed his arms and began to restrain him
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that he even seemed to register what was happening.
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He started shouting and resisting, but he was no match
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for the officers. They cuffed him and let him
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away, his angry voice fading as they put him in the back of the
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patrol car. One of the officers came to my
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door again to let me know he had been arrested.
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We're taking him in for trespassing and disorderly
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conduct. He said it's clear he's
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intoxicated and we'll make sure he stays in custody for the
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night. If you want to press charges,
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we'll support that. I thank the officer, but even
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with Kevin gone, my nerves were shot.
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I spent the rest of the night wide awake, pacing the house.
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I couldn't stop thinking about what might have happened if the
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police hadn't shown up so fast or if Kevin had managed to break
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in. The thought kept me up for
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hours. Reflecting on it, I realize how
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reckless it was to give a stranger my home address.
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It's easy to think nothing bad will happen until it does.
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I've since started using public meet up spots for any online
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sales, and I'll never make the mistake of letting someone pick
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up an item from my home again. That bookshelf was just an old
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piece of furniture to me, but to Kevin it was a way in a way to
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invade my space and disrupt my sense of safety.
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And while the police assured me he wouldn't be back, I still
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look out the window whenever I hear a knock at the door, just
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to be sure. I've always been a sucker for a
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good deal. After surviving countless late
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night marathons and binging TV shows, my flat screen finally
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threw in the towel. Naturally, I turned to Facebook
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Marketplace to score a replacement.
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It's where I'd found my gaming chair, my desk, even the quirky
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neon lamp in my living room. So when I saw a 60 inch smart TV
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for just $200, I didn't hesitate to send a message.
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The seller's name was Tommy, his profile picture was of a smiling
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guy holding a dog, and his description of the TV seemed
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legit. Lightly used, works perfectly.
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Just upgrading to a bigger screen.
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He replied quickly, confirming the TV was still available and
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offering to meet the next day. Can I come to your place to pick
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it up? I asked, figuring it'd be easier
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than trying to meet in some random parking lot.
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Sure. He replied, sending an address.
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Come by around 5:00 PM the next day, I punched the address into
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my GPS and headed out. The area was about 20 minutes
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from my apartment, a mix of older suburban homes and
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commercial lots. As I turned onto the street, I
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started to notice something strange.
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Many of the houses were run down with boarded up windows and
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overgrown lawns. The address Tommy had given me
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led to one of the most dilapidated ones on the block.
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The house looked abandoned. Plywood covered the windows, and
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the front yard was littered with debris, old tires, broken
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furniture, and weeds tall enough to brush against my knees if I
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walk through them. I slowed down, squinting at the
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house number painted crookedly on the mailbox.
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This can't be right, I muttered, but it matched the address he'd
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sent. I pulled over to the curb,
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leaving my car idling. My first instinct was to drive
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off, but I told myself not to judge too quickly.
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Maybe Tommy was renting the place and just hadn't gotten
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around to fixing it up. Still, I couldn't shake the
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unease creeping up my neck. I decided to message him.
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Hey, I'm here. The house looks empty.
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No response. After a few minutes of sitting
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there like an idiot, I figured I'd knock on the door.
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Maybe he didn't see my message. Grabbing my phone and wallet, I
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stepped out of the car. The neighborhood was eerily
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silent. As I approached the house, the
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smell of mildew and decay hit me.
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I wrinkled my nose looking around.
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The street was deserted. No cars and driveways, no kids
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playing. Not even the soft buzz of
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distant traffic reached this place.
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When I reached the front porch, I hesitated.
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The plywood over the windows had gaps wide enough to see the
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darkness inside. I knocked on the door.
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No answer. I knocked again, harder this
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time. Hello, Tommy.
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Still nothing. I was about to turn back when I
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heard shuffling, faint but distinct, coming from the side
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of the house. My heart started beating faster,
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but I tried to brush it off. Maybe Tommy was working on
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something Outback and didn't hear me.
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Tommy. I called out, stepping off the
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porch. As I rounded the corner, I
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stopped dead in my tracks. Two men were standing there,
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just a few feet away. One was tall and wiry, wearing a
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hoodie pulled low over his face. The other was shorter but
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stocky, his arms crossed over a stained T-shirt.
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Neither of them look like the smiling guy and Tommy's profile
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picture. Hey, I said cautiously.
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I'm here about the TV. The taller guy smirked, looking
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at his friend. Yeah, the TV.
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It's inside. Come on.
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Something about his tone unsettled me deep down.
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It wasn't friendly, it was mocking.
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I'll wait out here. I said, taking a small step
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back. The shorter guy stepped forward,
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blocking my path. Nah man, you got to come in to
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see it. It's a good deal, right?
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Alarm bells were screaming in my head now.
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My eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.
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I think I'll pass. I said, trying to keep my voice
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steady. Sorry for wasting your time.
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Before I could move, the tall guy grabbed my arm.
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You're already here. He said, his grip tightening.
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I was hit with a sudden rush of panic.
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I yanked my arm free and bolted back toward my car.
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I heard them shout behind me. Get him, One of them yelled.
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I threw myself into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut
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just as the taller guy reached for the handle.
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Without thinking, I jammed the car into gear and floored it,
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the tires screeching as I speed down the street.
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In my rear view mirror, I saw them standing in the middle of
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the road, watching me. Once I was a safe distance away,
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I pulled over and called the police.
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My hands were shaking so badly I could barely dial.
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The dispatcher listened calmly as I explained what had happened
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and promised to send an officer to the address.
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By the time I got home, my nerves were shot.
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I kept replaying the encounter in my head.
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A few days later, the police called me back.
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They'd gone to the house but didn't find anyone there.
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The place was indeed abandoned and there was no sign of a
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Tommy. They suspected the men were
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using fake profiles to lure people to isolated locations.
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The truth hit me hard. They'd probably done this
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before, and who knows how many people hadn't been as lucky as I
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was. Now, whenever I use Facebook
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Marketplace, I insist on meeting in public places during the day.
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No deals are worth risking your life for.
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25:37
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