The Pedophile-Personal Narrative

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

no-count, low-life, despicable, vile, revolting, disgusting, depraved pedophile is finally dead and hopefully receiving his overdue damnation. One of the worst crimes a man (or woman) can do to a child or teenager is to sexually abuse or rape them. Pedophile bradford williams got off too easy on Earth, he should have had his day in court, convicted and placed in a prison cell with a 250 pound lifer to have done to him what he did to Black children and teenagers for 3 decades.

After hours of straightening my hair, applying makeup, and getting dressed I finally made my way to meet him and his friend. During my walk I contemplated on how the night was going to go, but I couldn’t get Chase out of my head. Finally I greeted Jordan with a hug and turned around to start walking to the car, unfortunately to my surprise Chase was walking toward us. I had Jordan at my side and his friend Camron on the other and I felt completely stuck while Chase nonchalantly walked by with a short hello. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my head and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and remembered that the man wasn’t mine and pushed him to the back of my mind. While waiting for the car to take us to Galveston I got a call that made my heart drop, it was Chase. I answered with an unbothered voice applying a facade of confidence and strength. His voice was filled with disappointment and anger, I became defensive and told him that I was just celebrating a birthday with my friends. Chase wasn’t moved, his mind was so set on me being disloyal and dishonest. I didn’t know what to do, at that moment I had two thoughts run through my head. Go see Chase and fix what he had thought he had seen. Or ignore him and have a nice night with my

He seems to not believe me but this man I met at the gym has been following me ever since I met him. “louis I swear there is a man after me, I have been seeing him at night, I really think he is trying to kill me”

I spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.

Then she handed us a card with her name on it and walked away. On the top of the card in the corner it said Live Music Records. We both looked up and smiled. He asked if we could walk. I told him my background and how yesterday I lost my job. He told me he never had a job, his parent pay off his apartment and he gets money in the mail every month. Then to the side he gets about fifty a week for performing. I don’t know much about him, so I’m not sure what I’ll do. He gave me his number and we went our separate ways. I know everything is wrong up to this point, mostly because I know nothing about him. He could be a murderer

Sexual abuse of children damages them for them entire lifetimes and robs them of the full, comfortable relationships they should have as adults. However, given these differences, sexual abuses evokes similar responses in everyone because it is as aggressive and conceive abuses of power that is expensive as humiliating, degrading and destruction. One of the major achievements of the past quarter century has been the growing awareness of the prevalence and changing psychological consequences of the sexual abuse of children. The majority of perpetrators are someone the child or family knows. As many as 93% of victims under the age of 18 know the abuser. A perpetrator does not have to be an adult to harm a child. They can have any relationship to the child including an older sibling or playmate, family member, a teacher, a coach or instructor, a caretaker, or the parent of another child. According to 1 in 6, sexual abuse is the result of abusive behavior that takes advantage of a child’s vulnerability and is in no way related to the sexual orientation of the abusive person.”

I am a detective. When I see someone suspicious, I hunt them down until I find out who they are and what they are doing. On my way out of my office, I saw this strange man, he was a tall, skinny, and seemed to be pretty buff, he was wearing a long trench coat with a hood over his head. This man was also carrying a big metal briefcase, with a combination on it. Just between you and me this guy was CUTE! Even though I do not know this person, I followed him just because he was suspicious. I also followed because he was going to a poker bar, I assumed, he was heading in that direction.

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

I’m having stuff coming up missing from my back yard garage, and I’m having locks popped off my tool shed. I recently spotted my next door neighbor, by the name of Florins McDonald, leaving out of my back yard when I was arriving home from work in my vehicle. The next morning, I went to my back yard shed to grab my car jack to change my tire on my car, and I discovered that $1,000 worth of tools were gone, and my lock was popped again. The next morning I approached him, and asked him what he was doing leaving my backyard, and he said that he was looking for his new puppy that he’d purchased from the flea market, by the name of Speckles.

This all started that day I didn't know it but I was about to lose all chance of normal life if there is such a thing. For a few days now I had a feeling I was being watched but someone or something. One day while I was walking home figures seemed to appear out of thin air, I took one glance at these guys and set off running... that's probably what saved my life. I turned my head to study more detail... They had full body armor on, two of them carrying something that looked giant death machines and the rest equipped with different High-tech looking machine guns, each of them had a scabbard each with a different symbol on it. I ran the fastest I could no holding back, yet somehow they were still on my tail like it was nothing. Sweat pouring out of my body and fatigue in my legs I turned into an

The only thing that could be heard was the gentle autumn breeze rubbing against the colorful leaves of autumn. At the time, I was wearing my simple red T-Shirt, slightly worn out due to extreme use, blue jeans that had all the blue bleached out of them, white Kyrie 3’s and white socks, complimented with a cinnamon scented, cheap, and not very effective cologne, which was so strong it invoked a sort of acidic taste in the taste receptors of the upper surface of my tongue. As the silhouette approached me taking huge, three step strides at a steady and consistent, six miles per hour pace, I deciphered that it was not a lifeless and ghastly silhouette rather a man in all black who blended in with the night sky and the young moon which allowed just enough reflection to make him look as a silhouette from the previous distance. He was wearing a buttoned shirt, about 5 ounces in weight like that of the stereotypical detective jacket, and was a rather brawny fellow appearing to weigh around 180-220 pounds and was around six feet, five inches. He was rather an ostentatious fellow, wearing a Gucci belt and two black diamond earrings of an unnamed brand on each ear. His pants were black, Men’s Wearhouse dressing pants, slightly torn at the knees reveling his rather peach

I’m not okay. I have dreams that should belong in a perverted male teensger’s head, I know things that I should not have known until I was much older, and I feel things that I should not have felt until i was at least 15. I dislike it, but I have to deal with it now because there is no way to turn it around anymore. None of the actions that are in question occurred at a very young age, but other things did that made me understand more than my little mind was supposed to be able to handle.

A few days ago, I was walking to my car after class by myself. It was dark outside and I couldn’t really see much except for what the parking lot lights lit up. I saw a man walking towards the same parking lot as I was and I began worry. I started thinking to myself that I should have waited for my friend that was in my class; that way there would be at least two of us. It turns out that the man’s car was in the same parking lot as mine but, I had nothing to worry about. His main concern was probably just to go home.