[ti]hexagon[/ti]why you shouldn't pick up random glp folks from the airport
Oct 24, 2021 19:54:16 GMT
Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 24, 2021 19:54:16 GMT
I felt I ought to tell this story as a warning to any who may be considering doing something of this nature.
I met a guy, 21 year old guy, named Elijah, partly or mostly through GLP. He saw my recent thread, the "Magic Saurce" thread, and saw my video, and joined my server. At first, he seemed like a cute, smart, sort of sane person. But then, his sanity started degrading at a certain point, and when he showed up on GLP chat, many warned me that he was dangerous.
Welp, by the time I got some of these warnings from other members, I didn't realize the kid was already on a plane. He showed up at LAX airport with no indication and then sent me a message - didn't even have the guys cell phone number. The thing is, I realize this was a bad idea, to pick him up, but he was just a kid, and someone's son. So I decided...to pick him up.
From the instant he got in the car, I knew something was wrong. He kept repeating really weird phrases over and over again, like "IT DIDNT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY." and when I asked him what he was talking about, he told me that he didn't know. I was already regretting it at this point, but I had to sort of think hard about what I was going to do and handle him in a calm way.
I know I'm the foolish one here, but my naivety has not ever panned out this badly before. We stopped on the way back to get some food, the town that I live in is full of university students, so they were all walking around. Elijah was bowing to every single one of them we passed and telling them, "I love you". So I tried to corral him a bit. It was, as I said, still weird, but ehh. I thought.
We get back to my house, and shit gets really freaky. He kept saying things that didn't make sense, just saying the same thing over and over again. Then, he insisted on having a knife so he could cut the heads off of some gummy bears. As soon as my cat Horus saw him, he bolted under the couch. I realized at that point too, my cat's instincts were really alarming.
Later in the night, I tried to get him to sleep. But he wouldn't. He was looking at my cat, and looked at me in a daze, and said, "I thought you told me your cat was just a cat." My strategy was just sort of placating and distracting him. He got up to do the dishes at about 4am, and then he just started having a full on conversation with my cat. Sort of like,
"Hey bro. Mhmm. Yeah, no totally. I get it..." ect
then he was asking me about where the cat's food and litter box was. I was half asleep and didn't know what he was talking about. I sprung up about 5 minutes later and saw him closing the door to my bathroom. He had locked my cat in there, because he wanted to see how long the cat took to get out. He kept saying, "Horus cracked it. Horus solved it..."
I got my cat out of the bathroom and stared at him and was like, "what the actual fuck are you doing to my cat." he just laughed and said "he got out of the bathroom so fast! he got out so fast! how did he do that?"
I said, "man I let him out, why would you put him in there?"
suddenly I started to get this weird cold feeling of dread. I didn't have the balls to call 911 at that point. But this weird slippery feeling of dread crept over me. When he walked outside, I tried to get online and tell some people what was happening. But I realized that people from the internet can't save me, that I was all alone and, I'm honestly a small girl at the end of the day. Do I have magick capacities? Well maybe they kept me alive, because I knew how to continue to keep him even keel.
I don't know how or when I slept, even if I did. He kept saying weird shit and keeping me up. But the morning, it was much worse. The first thing I remember him saying was, "I think I'm going to do something dangerous". I was like, "what do you mean? that's really scary", but there was no point. He kept saying I don't remember, I forgot. He was talking about delaying his flight back until December. I was thinking, fuck I gotta get him out. I gotta get him out.
We went to the tobacco store and he told the cashier he loved him. When we walked out the store he said, "I love that man. He's a good man. He seemed scared." I was thinking, well no shit. You're scary. Was hanging out the window giving people a thumbs up on the freeway. Increasingly, as we got home, he got more and more paranoid.
He stood in the bathroom puking for at least 20 minutes, and after that he just stayed in the bathroom, apparently trying to get out? When he finally came out, he said, "I don't know how horus got out of there so fast. How did he do it?"
At a certain point, he would not let me leave the house. I had left some strawberries in the car, and he had shoveled all of my cat litter into a bag. I wanted to throw it away and get my strawberries. But he gripped me and said, "NO we cannot go out there." He thought someone was going to hurt him. I said, "its very safe this is orange county." of course it was talking to a wall basically. He wouldn't let me throw the cat shit away, or get my strawberries.
That morning I had messaged my mom. I told her he was really scary and I felt unsafe. We came up with a plan to get him out by her showing up out of the blue and telling me I was being irresponsible, I told her to say that she paid for the whole place and wouldn't allow this. So until about 5pm or later I had to keep him occupied despite his increasing instability. She got there a bit after the strawberry thing and I finally got outside but he insisted on doing it himself. Every bag he insisted on carrying.
When we took the trash out together before, he was going through every bag and picking out the trash one at a time from the trash bags, throwing everything into the recycle.
"Are you going to throw the trash bag in the trash or are you going to open it and go through it?"
"I think I'm gonna take my time with this," he told me. I was shuffling back and forth on my feet uncomfortably....
The cat shit was worse...when we got to the dumpster he kept walking, towards my car. "I'm gonna put this in your trunk," he said. I was like WHAT?! this was a bag full of cat shit. I wrestled it out of his hand like he was a dog with a rat in its mouth and said, "NO." But he wouldn't ungrip it. I got this super creepy feeling when looking at the bag in his hand - like putting a body in a bag and putting it in my trunk. That could be me....
I kind of pulled him towards the trash and he was trying to put the cat shit in the recyclables. I said, "that's definitely not recyclable". He threw it violently into the trash and screamed, "ITS NOT RECYCLABLE, HUH?!"
Oh fuck. So I try to get back to the house with my mom who had come over, but he drags me to his car and said, "I want to go to the park now". I'm like No, man, my mom is here, what are you talking about?? He made me sit on the curb with him, and I said very calmly, "you are really scaring me. I don't know what's going on. you seem really unstable."
He just stared at me.
Me and my mom managed to convince him to go to the airport and back home to Oklahoma. But he grew increasingly agitated and upset. We offered to get him an uber. "You can take me to the airport. Can you at least do that ONE THING?"
We nodded.
"I just need some AIR, okay?"
He said.
"Okay," we said.
"Give me your keys." He said. I was pacing around the house, looking for them. Obviously the last thing I wanted to do was hand the keys to him but I was very scared he was going to get violent. He took my keys and jumped over my balcony and started trying to use it to get in the pool. I was screaming at him to give me my keys back or I would call the police. He couldn't get the door to the pool open and jumped over the fence. I was horrified. I kept screaming to give my keys back, and eventually he screamed, "IS IT BECAUSE I'M POOR AND STUPID? HERE." We needed to get him to the airport, holy shit. We were on the verge of calling 911 but we just wanted to get out of it more peacefully.
I got in my moms car and we tried to get him into the car by asking nicely. He walked over to my car instead of my mom's car and was just standing outside the door staring at it with his luggage in hand. "Please come in the car," me and my mom were pleading.
"I am in the car," he replied, still standing on the street, with his bag in hand.
"Please get in the car or we will have to call the police," I said in a calm tone.
He started screaming...do I remember what he was screaming about? I just don't know. "IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY" or "ITS BECAUSE IM POOR AND STUPID", I don't know. He was just screaming, telling us he was already in the car. Fuck, I have no idea how we ultimately got him in the car. It took about 30 minutes, but eventually we were on the road. He was sobbing in the backseat, had a towel over his head and was rocking back and forth.
I kept just watching the arrival time on the gps, willing the time to pass.
"What terminal are we taking you to?" I asked.
"Anywhere. I'll find my own way".
Pulling up to the terminal...he got out the car and motioned for me to get out. Again I didn't want to, but I placated him.
"Give me your phone," he insisted. I knew this was gonna be bad. I handed it over. He insisted on kissing me. Then he smashed my phone against his knee, doing his absolute damndest to break it in half. When it didn't work he started just smashing it against the curb. of course ... it broke. Me and my mom were trying to get him off my phone. It was impossible to wrestle him off. Once my phone was totally broken he jumped through the open window of my mom's car and sprawled over the seat.
'Get out or we are calling the police".
"FINE! CALL THEN" he said
and we did. My mom talked to them calmly...and he was standing at the edge of the street of the terminal, hitchhiking or, trying to. He started walking up to people's cars and saying who knows fucking what.
...well....okay that's about it. The police showed up, got all of our info, and took him away (over the course of the next hour or so). For once, maybe the only time in my life, I was happy to see the police. He is now most assuredly in a psych ward.
Moral of this story: don't be me. Don't be a naive idiot like me....I may be safe, but I realized more than ever last night the internet can't save me from people like him, naivity is just not the way.
Trin was saying that if you don't raise your kids right they may end up with a guy like Elijah.
Fuck man...
I met a guy, 21 year old guy, named Elijah, partly or mostly through GLP. He saw my recent thread, the "Magic Saurce" thread, and saw my video, and joined my server. At first, he seemed like a cute, smart, sort of sane person. But then, his sanity started degrading at a certain point, and when he showed up on GLP chat, many warned me that he was dangerous.
Welp, by the time I got some of these warnings from other members, I didn't realize the kid was already on a plane. He showed up at LAX airport with no indication and then sent me a message - didn't even have the guys cell phone number. The thing is, I realize this was a bad idea, to pick him up, but he was just a kid, and someone's son. So I decided...to pick him up.
From the instant he got in the car, I knew something was wrong. He kept repeating really weird phrases over and over again, like "IT DIDNT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY." and when I asked him what he was talking about, he told me that he didn't know. I was already regretting it at this point, but I had to sort of think hard about what I was going to do and handle him in a calm way.
I know I'm the foolish one here, but my naivety has not ever panned out this badly before. We stopped on the way back to get some food, the town that I live in is full of university students, so they were all walking around. Elijah was bowing to every single one of them we passed and telling them, "I love you". So I tried to corral him a bit. It was, as I said, still weird, but ehh. I thought.
We get back to my house, and shit gets really freaky. He kept saying things that didn't make sense, just saying the same thing over and over again. Then, he insisted on having a knife so he could cut the heads off of some gummy bears. As soon as my cat Horus saw him, he bolted under the couch. I realized at that point too, my cat's instincts were really alarming.
Later in the night, I tried to get him to sleep. But he wouldn't. He was looking at my cat, and looked at me in a daze, and said, "I thought you told me your cat was just a cat." My strategy was just sort of placating and distracting him. He got up to do the dishes at about 4am, and then he just started having a full on conversation with my cat. Sort of like,
"Hey bro. Mhmm. Yeah, no totally. I get it..." ect
then he was asking me about where the cat's food and litter box was. I was half asleep and didn't know what he was talking about. I sprung up about 5 minutes later and saw him closing the door to my bathroom. He had locked my cat in there, because he wanted to see how long the cat took to get out. He kept saying, "Horus cracked it. Horus solved it..."
I got my cat out of the bathroom and stared at him and was like, "what the actual fuck are you doing to my cat." he just laughed and said "he got out of the bathroom so fast! he got out so fast! how did he do that?"
I said, "man I let him out, why would you put him in there?"
suddenly I started to get this weird cold feeling of dread. I didn't have the balls to call 911 at that point. But this weird slippery feeling of dread crept over me. When he walked outside, I tried to get online and tell some people what was happening. But I realized that people from the internet can't save me, that I was all alone and, I'm honestly a small girl at the end of the day. Do I have magick capacities? Well maybe they kept me alive, because I knew how to continue to keep him even keel.
I don't know how or when I slept, even if I did. He kept saying weird shit and keeping me up. But the morning, it was much worse. The first thing I remember him saying was, "I think I'm going to do something dangerous". I was like, "what do you mean? that's really scary", but there was no point. He kept saying I don't remember, I forgot. He was talking about delaying his flight back until December. I was thinking, fuck I gotta get him out. I gotta get him out.
We went to the tobacco store and he told the cashier he loved him. When we walked out the store he said, "I love that man. He's a good man. He seemed scared." I was thinking, well no shit. You're scary. Was hanging out the window giving people a thumbs up on the freeway. Increasingly, as we got home, he got more and more paranoid.
He stood in the bathroom puking for at least 20 minutes, and after that he just stayed in the bathroom, apparently trying to get out? When he finally came out, he said, "I don't know how horus got out of there so fast. How did he do it?"
At a certain point, he would not let me leave the house. I had left some strawberries in the car, and he had shoveled all of my cat litter into a bag. I wanted to throw it away and get my strawberries. But he gripped me and said, "NO we cannot go out there." He thought someone was going to hurt him. I said, "its very safe this is orange county." of course it was talking to a wall basically. He wouldn't let me throw the cat shit away, or get my strawberries.
That morning I had messaged my mom. I told her he was really scary and I felt unsafe. We came up with a plan to get him out by her showing up out of the blue and telling me I was being irresponsible, I told her to say that she paid for the whole place and wouldn't allow this. So until about 5pm or later I had to keep him occupied despite his increasing instability. She got there a bit after the strawberry thing and I finally got outside but he insisted on doing it himself. Every bag he insisted on carrying.
When we took the trash out together before, he was going through every bag and picking out the trash one at a time from the trash bags, throwing everything into the recycle.
"Are you going to throw the trash bag in the trash or are you going to open it and go through it?"
"I think I'm gonna take my time with this," he told me. I was shuffling back and forth on my feet uncomfortably....
The cat shit was worse...when we got to the dumpster he kept walking, towards my car. "I'm gonna put this in your trunk," he said. I was like WHAT?! this was a bag full of cat shit. I wrestled it out of his hand like he was a dog with a rat in its mouth and said, "NO." But he wouldn't ungrip it. I got this super creepy feeling when looking at the bag in his hand - like putting a body in a bag and putting it in my trunk. That could be me....
I kind of pulled him towards the trash and he was trying to put the cat shit in the recyclables. I said, "that's definitely not recyclable". He threw it violently into the trash and screamed, "ITS NOT RECYCLABLE, HUH?!"
Oh fuck. So I try to get back to the house with my mom who had come over, but he drags me to his car and said, "I want to go to the park now". I'm like No, man, my mom is here, what are you talking about?? He made me sit on the curb with him, and I said very calmly, "you are really scaring me. I don't know what's going on. you seem really unstable."
He just stared at me.
Me and my mom managed to convince him to go to the airport and back home to Oklahoma. But he grew increasingly agitated and upset. We offered to get him an uber. "You can take me to the airport. Can you at least do that ONE THING?"
We nodded.
"I just need some AIR, okay?"
He said.
"Okay," we said.
"Give me your keys." He said. I was pacing around the house, looking for them. Obviously the last thing I wanted to do was hand the keys to him but I was very scared he was going to get violent. He took my keys and jumped over my balcony and started trying to use it to get in the pool. I was screaming at him to give me my keys back or I would call the police. He couldn't get the door to the pool open and jumped over the fence. I was horrified. I kept screaming to give my keys back, and eventually he screamed, "IS IT BECAUSE I'M POOR AND STUPID? HERE." We needed to get him to the airport, holy shit. We were on the verge of calling 911 but we just wanted to get out of it more peacefully.
I got in my moms car and we tried to get him into the car by asking nicely. He walked over to my car instead of my mom's car and was just standing outside the door staring at it with his luggage in hand. "Please come in the car," me and my mom were pleading.
"I am in the car," he replied, still standing on the street, with his bag in hand.
"Please get in the car or we will have to call the police," I said in a calm tone.
He started screaming...do I remember what he was screaming about? I just don't know. "IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY" or "ITS BECAUSE IM POOR AND STUPID", I don't know. He was just screaming, telling us he was already in the car. Fuck, I have no idea how we ultimately got him in the car. It took about 30 minutes, but eventually we were on the road. He was sobbing in the backseat, had a towel over his head and was rocking back and forth.
I kept just watching the arrival time on the gps, willing the time to pass.
"What terminal are we taking you to?" I asked.
"Anywhere. I'll find my own way".
Pulling up to the terminal...he got out the car and motioned for me to get out. Again I didn't want to, but I placated him.
"Give me your phone," he insisted. I knew this was gonna be bad. I handed it over. He insisted on kissing me. Then he smashed my phone against his knee, doing his absolute damndest to break it in half. When it didn't work he started just smashing it against the curb. of course ... it broke. Me and my mom were trying to get him off my phone. It was impossible to wrestle him off. Once my phone was totally broken he jumped through the open window of my mom's car and sprawled over the seat.
'Get out or we are calling the police".
"FINE! CALL THEN" he said
and we did. My mom talked to them calmly...and he was standing at the edge of the street of the terminal, hitchhiking or, trying to. He started walking up to people's cars and saying who knows fucking what.
...well....okay that's about it. The police showed up, got all of our info, and took him away (over the course of the next hour or so). For once, maybe the only time in my life, I was happy to see the police. He is now most assuredly in a psych ward.
Moral of this story: don't be me. Don't be a naive idiot like me....I may be safe, but I realized more than ever last night the internet can't save me from people like him, naivity is just not the way.
Trin was saying that if you don't raise your kids right they may end up with a guy like Elijah.
Fuck man...
