Real Kidnapping Survivor Stories

[@SamSparks95]

An opposite story of stranger kindness to heal your soul: When I was in primary (so age 5), I had a babysitter I'd go to until my dad got off work. At this point, I had undiagnosed ADHD so I was running around while the babysitter made up reasons why I was bad that day (she was INSANE, she literally got dragged out of my mom's work by the cops many years later, but a story for another time). I was running around the hallway, and I jumped in the elevator. It, being an elevator, started to close and I remember the look of horror on my dad's face as the doors closed and we started going down. I obviously started to cry, but the people in the elevator with me were so sweet; a woman crouched down and held me while we went down, telling me it would be alright (it was only 5 floors IIRC), and said "see? All good" when we got to the bottom and my dad was waiting at the doors. I did learn a lesson that day, don't play in elevators unless you mean to use it.

[@stanford-nf4jk]

I have a seizure disorder and so I don’t drive. Before my accident at work that forced me to retire, I’d constantly have to figure out different routes to my apartment because at least once a month, creepy men would either offer me a ride, ask me if I wanted to have some fun with them, or just ask, “how much?” 🤢🤮

[@RedX101]

This is why I don’t like going out alone

[@kendoruslink7017]

There's something about kids just slightly older than other kids showing them their junk that is just as fucked up as adults showing kids their junk .

[@oSamiSrzo]

Tip: don't get kidnapped. It's bad for you.

[@warrenrhinerson6373]

And people wonder why I carry a gun