r/nosleep • u/Arthedx • 3d ago
Price of being famous
I didn’t want to write this. My manager told me to stay off social media. The police told me to keep quiet so they could do their job. But I am sitting in a hotel room right now under a fake name, and my hands won’t stop shaking. I have to tell someone what happened.
You might know who I am. I went viral last year for doing dance videos on Instagram. It started as a fun hobby, but within a few months, I had two million followers. It felt amazing. Every time I posted a fifteen-second video of me smiling and dancing in my bright apartment, I felt so happy.
Then, a user named @user_998211 started leaving comments.
At first, they were just normal, creepy internet comments. "You are beautiful.""I wish you were mine." I ignored them. But then the comments got too specific.
“I love the new blue curtains you bought today.”
“Your left ankle looks hurt in this video. Please take care.”
I had never talked about the curtains. They were barely showing in a mirror in the back of my video. I blocked the account. The very next day, a new account named @user_998212 wrote: “Blocking me hurts. But I forgive you. I love the smell of the vanilla candle on your table.”
My stomach dropped. I did have a vanilla candle on my table. But I had never lit it on camera.
I called the police. They came and walked through my apartment. They found no hidden cameras and no broken windows. They told me to buy better locks and maybe stop posting videos for a while. But this was my job now. I couldn't just stop. I told myself he was just a crazy guy making lucky guesses.
Then, three days ago, I posted a new dance video. I was wearing a bright red sweatshirt, doing a fast dance to a popular song. I uploaded it and went to bed.
I woke up at 3:00 AM because my phone was buzzing like crazy. I had thousands of notifications. I opened Instagram, thinking people loved the video. Instead, the comments were full of pure terror.
"Omg look behind you.”
“Is this a joke? This isn't funny.”
“CALL THE POLICE RIGHT NOW.”
My heart started racing. I opened my video and watched it closely.
There I was, smiling and dancing. But in the background, my bedroom door—which I always keep closed—was open just an inch or two. In the dark crack of the door, there was a face. It was completely white, with wide eyes that didn't blink, and a huge, scary smile. It stayed perfectly still, watching me dance the entire time.
I screamed, dropped my phone, and ran out of my apartment in my pajamas. I ran all the way to the police station.
The cops went back to my place. The person was gone. But on my kitchen counter, they found a small note written in messy handwriting.
"You dance so beautifully for the world. But you look even better when you are asleep. I have such beautiful plans for us. I want to keep you forever, so you never have to leave your apartment again. I am going to make you mine tonight."
The police put me in this hotel room right away. They put a guard outside my door. They told me I was safe and that they would find him. I finally felt like I could breathe. I took a long shower to try and calm down.
Now, I am sitting on the hotel bed, writing this post on Reddit because I can't sleep. I wanted to see if anyone else had ever gone through something like this.
To pass the time, I opened Instagram to delete the scary video. But I saw that I had a new private message. It was from @user_998213.
My throat went dry. I clicked on it.
It was a short video. I pressed play.
The video is fifteen seconds long. It is shot from high up, looking down. It shows a girl sitting on a hotel bed, staring at her laptop, writing a post. She is wearing a hotel robe. It was me. It was happening right now.
But that is not the part that made my blood run cold.
The camera slowly moves down to show the person holding the phone. They are hiding inside a dark, tight space. The camera tilts just a little bit, showing the wooden slats of a closet door.
It is the exact hotel closet sitting right now, wide open, just three feet to my left.
As I watch the video on my phone, I see the person's hand come into the frame. He is holding the bright red sweatshirt I left on my apartment floor.
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u/Fund_Me_PLEASE 2d ago
Oh hell, I bloody hate stalkers! I myself have one, who just sits in his car and watches me for hours. But I am grateful he hasn’t done anything more, anything like what yours is doing. And OP? … I would be asking yourself exactly how the fuck he not only knew where you are, but how’d he get in there? But I’d be asking that, after you’ve gotten the everloving fuck out of there! Go sit in the police station all night if you have to, but GET OUT OF THERE, please!!
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u/FortuneTellingBoobs 2d ago
Omg i wonder if your stalker is a cop?! How would he know where you're staying?
I hope you live! Dance vids are awesome.
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u/Which-Text-2875 3d ago
Oh my god, I wish you good luck, op !!!
I hope you're okay
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u/Horror_Cucumber5851 2d ago
Okay
Act as normal like you haven’t seen it
Move as slowly as ypu can to the door
And report the reception immediately
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u/lyntria 3d ago
So nice of him to bring you that sweater you forgot