Hey guys, I just wanted to start this update off by saying thanks for all the advice and support and thanks for being the outlet I can use to vent about this situation. I've received a few messages from people who think they know who Tom is and have asked me if "such and such" is Tom, and in all cases the answer is no. That doesn't mean that the person you named isn't a complete weirdo or potentially an offender but they are not Tom. Things have gotten very weird for me lately and I'm eager to get this information out so I'll get right to it and I apologize for the length, spelling, or if I ramble but I'm just trying to get as much detail out of my head and into this posting.
The second time Tom started talking in the car I knew he wouldn't give up until he said what he had to say and honestly I was kind of curious as to what he had actually done so, regretfully, I let him talk.
He started out with "It's not what you think, I've never really killed anyone or anything. I've thought about if for the rush, don't you think it would be a sick rush bro? Like have you read that book (The Most Dangerous Game)? Tell me it wouldn't be the sickest rush to hunt people and then get away with it". As if he was trying hard to get me to relate with the thought that killing someone was just some sort of an extreme sport.. I replied with "not at all bro, you're on your own with that".. I realized when I said this he kind of leaned away a little and closed off a bit, no longer smiling. He started again " Well I haven't killed or raped anyone but it's more of the thrill of knowing I can and getting away with it". I just sat there with what I'm sure wasn't the best look on my face and he continued " Well I've talked about this with my buddy from work and he agrees that stalking your prey and just knowing you can get away with it is probably the biggest adrenaline rush you can get." I asked him "who is your buddy from work?" ---- This is when I noticed Tom make the same dumb face I would see him make every time he would take disappear for a couple days and resurface when we were in college and tell me he when up to Maine or out to visit his sick grandmother or some other lame story.
He laughed a little and said, "Okay not my buddy from work but some friends I have". I was getting a little sick of having to work to get him to tell the truth when he was the one who wanted to talk about this weird shit late at night driving up Storrow Drive. So I said "bro if you're going to bring this shit up don't make it even more weird for the both of us by lying about it, just tell me what you're going to tell me we're only like 10 minutes to Brookline and we're both buzzed up fuck it". He looked over at me with a serious face and said "Alright, well don't judge me. I met some other guys who are into this online; they're into the rush. We talk about stalking our prey, what kind of victims we're into, we talk about techniques and dry runs and some of them are even from the Boston area, I've met up with them they're normal guys" I was completely weirded out by this information but at the same time relieved to know that my friend hadn't killed anyone.
I asked, "There's technique? What's a dry run? And what do you mean what type of victims your into?” At this point we were pulling up Beacon to his building and he jumped and little and says "Whoa shit I'm sorry man! I don't live here any more man, my roommates sucked so I got my own place in _______ sorry I should have told you I didn't even realize we came this way but its literally like 5 blocks away." I was pretty annoyed that he let me drive to Brookline while I was buzzed even after I had mentioned that we were going there but I was still curious about some things so I was glad I had more time to ask questions. I asked him to explain what he jus told me and he started "well yeah there is technique you obviously don't want to be caught that’s half the rush. Dry runs are practice you literally go through the motions and do everything you would if you were actually going to kill someone, even watching them sleep and then you leave and enjoy the rush of knowing you could have killed them and gotten away, and you build on it every time until you feel like you're ready".
I asked, "Have you done this before?" He replied very nonchalantly "Yeah I have, just the dry runs". His answer sobered me up 100% and I was back to not wanting to know anything else. I didn't want to show him I was nervous so as we took a left on Commonwealth and got closer to his place I made a joke and said that he lives back in the "undergrad hood", he pointed out the window and said "yah, packed with easy drunk prey". My heart starting pounding and my palms got sweaty but I didn't want to show any fear I felt as if he was some strange large dog and I didn't want to show any fear because it would attack if it knew I was afraid (that's the only thing I can compare it to that most people can relate with). But at the same time I was curious about it and wanted to know more, I just couldn't think clearly enough to come up with a good question. As I parked in front of his place I asked him one last question "what ever happened in Nicaragua with that guy, did you kill him?" He looked over as he opened the door and replied very calmly "nah we just kicked his ass, thanks for the ride I'll talk to you tomorrow" and he left.
On the drive home I felt relieved at first to know that he didn't kill anyone and that he was just into some really weird stuff. But about half way home I started to think about how he reached out to other people who are into this on the internet and how he really does dry runs and how he called the college students "easy drunk prey".. was he going to kill someone? I thought about how as he got more comfortable with the conversation I got less comfortable... could he tell I was scared? Was he even telling the truth? By the time I got home and was in bed I couldn't sleep... All of these thought were running through my head, I locked my windows and doors, I got my 12 gauge out of the safe and slept with that near me instead of my usual handgun, I tossed and turned and I couldn't get the thought of a bunch of creeps watching people sleep out of my head, but eventually I fell asleep.
The next morning I felt stupid for sleeping with my shotgun, the daylight and hangover made me feel a little braver I guess so I sort of laughed it off and just accepted the good news that my friend wasn't a serial killer. Tom actually texted me that morning complaining about his hang over and everything was back to normal... And I was back in denial. The next 10 months were pretty normal in terms of my relationship with Tom, I definitely kept my distance but we texted almost every day. Calls here and there, Winter passed (it was brutal this year!).
Tom went on vacation a couple of times and posted some cool pictures and we'd chat about that and I even met him at Dunks for coffee a couple times near his work because I was in the area for my job. All was normal up until Memorial day weekend, Tom's family has a nice larger camp/ lake house up in Maine and he invited a bunch of friends from college up for he and his family memorial day weekend bash. I was a little hesitant but I have gone before and it is a great time plus I figured his family would be there and I would be going with a large group of friends so what the hell I'll go.
It all started out as a great time with a bunch of old friends, food, and alcohol. After last winter I couldn't wait for summer so even though the weather wasn't the best I was still there to have a great time and maybe even meet a local girl or another Masshole on vacation. By the end of the night everyone had been drinking a little too much and Tom passed out in the living room so things seemed back to normal. The next day Tom and I took out the kayaks and then shit got weird again. As soon as we were out far enough from the shore so that people couldn't hear us Tom started things of abruptly with:
"So remember what we talked about last summer?" Instantly I regretted coming up to Maine, I wanted to turn the kayak around but instead I just paddled a lot slower as to stay in eyeshot of everyone on the shore, I replied "yeah?" Tom continued “ Welllll there is some stuff that I wasn’t 100% honest about, and I feel bad because you’re the only person I can talk to about this” I did not want to hear it but what was I going to do paddle away? He had me stuck and he knew it, he said that in Nicaragua he was actually out alone and that that he got into one of his usual scuffles but afterward he followed the guy down the street and they fought again, this time no one could stop him and yes he killed him. He strangled him with his bare hands and called his brother in a panic so that he could help him get rid of the body. He said his brother showed up in a car, picked Tom up and left the body where it was. They had to move to a hotel in a different city and flew out back to the states a day after. He also said that he has done it again since. He explained to me that he practices in Boston but doesn’t “shit where he eats”. So he takes vacations and commits his crimes in other places. He times the crime up so that he finds his target, stalks his them until he feels comfortable then commits his crime and then flys out the next day or sooner. He told me the 3rd world countries are the best for this and that his last vacation he stayed a little longer to watch the aftermath of the discovery of the body. He said that he is over the whole “rape” thing because he’s moved beyond that and it didn’t satisfy his craving anymore.
He compared my addiction to coffee to his need to go out and commit his crimes. He even said that the vacations are getting expensive so he was considering doing some “cleaner” work to pay for his getaways. I didn’t understand why he wanted to be a cleaner so I asked him and he explained that “cleaner” is a code word for “hit man”. I was speechless; I didn’t have to say much as he was just freely telling me all of this as calmly as if we were talking about last nights Red Sox game. I should have never asked him to tell me about his weird fetish to begin with, now I’m his person to gloat to about his sick conquest.
We paddled back shortly after he told me this and the rest of the weekend was completely normal for everyone else as I just went through the motions feeling like an empty shell. I did have a chance alone out on the deck with his brother on the last day of the weekend and I just came out and asked him in a whisper “did Tom really kill someone in Nicaragua?” His eyes lit up as if I just called him mother tramp, his face turned red and he just stared and nodded at first, then he said “it was a fight gone bad, the guy was a scumbag and we got out of there right after. Don’t fucking tell anyone and I’ll talk to Tom about even telling you”. I felt scolded so I just nodded said sorry and walked away.
I went home after that knowing that I was going to completely avoid Tom and keep any contact with him very limited from then on. I was very short whenever he texted or called me for any reason. I definitely mad excuses and avoided seeing him in person at all cost. It got to the point where I just ignored his text messages completely and sent his calls to voicemail. Out of sight out of mind, I was done with him and he would leave me alone if I just stayed completely away from him. Or so I thought. For this past Fourth of July I went to my close friend from college’s cookout Southie. I was tagged on a Facebook status saying I was there… At the end of the night even though he wasn’t invited, Tom showed up and he had a beard.
It was very awkward seeing him there I didn’t know whether to say hi or keep acting like I didn’t see him even though I saw him as soon as he showed up. I accidentally made eye contact so I felt obligated to say hi. Long story short about an hour later he was trying to catch me alone so that he could talk to me. I could tell he was and I was trying as hard as I could to not find myself without the company of others even for a split second because I know he just wanted to talk about his sick habit. My bladder did me and I had to run inside to use the bathroom. I tried being in and out as fast as I could but on the way out of the bathroom I walked through the kitchen and almost hit the back door before it opened and Tom walked in.
He tells me he brought moonshine and offered me some, I politely declined, Well actually I was pretty rude about it I said, “ I’m all set” and walked right by him. He grabbed me by my shoulder as I did this and said in me ear “ you’ve been acting funny, don’t act too funny or I’ll plant some of your clothes at my next vacation”. I got out of that kitchen like the house was on fire. I barely said goodbye to my friends and I drove myself home. This time I had my AR-15 out with me, all night I paced around with doors locked. Wishing I could just get rid of him and go back to my normal life. I was considering getting him over to my place, killing him, and calling it self defense, but the more I thought of it the worse the idea sounded.(especially in my state)
I got weird phone calls for the next three nights in a row, all between 4am and 4:45am. They were from a private number so I didn’t answer and there was no voicemail. On the 4th day I got a call at 7am as I was getting ready for work, it was Tom… It was day time, I had my carry piece in my waistband, he called with his number so I figured “fuck it I’ll pick up” these are the exacts words that came through the phone after I said hello:
“Hey man, I woke up today, still had blood on me.. I can’t believe I did it around here… It took me 4 hours to drive back home; I’m chugging milk right now… Hey do you think I should keep my beard or shave it?” … After a while of me sitting there not knowing what to say I replied with “keep the beard, I have to go though I’m late for work” and I hung up. He’s not sticking to his sick vacation system, he’s committing crimes in the U.S. he was probably calling me private while he was stalking his next victim those nights… I didn’t hear from Tom for the rest of the summer after that.
But in the past two weeks things have been happening, things that have led me to write this post. I’ll list them in the order that they happened in order to save time because I’m getting tired of writing this long post and I’m sure it’s not the easiest to read, here we go:
*2 Weeks ago: I woke up one morning and saw that my bedroom door was slightly open, I sleep with it completely closed and I close it every night but I dismissed it as a fluke.
10 Days ago: I came home from work to find my refrigerator wide open; I had to throw out a lot of the food in it because it spoiled. I wondered if I left it open before I left for work.
8 Days ago: I slept out at my girlfriend’s apartment and brought my work clothes but not my gym clothes with me. When I returned home after work I got changed to head to the gym and I could not find my workout sneakers. I still can’t find them and I know exactly where I put them so not I know for a fact that something is going on. I live on the 5th floor, my doors are locked and so are my windows.
5 Days ago: I got a call from a blocked number, I sent it Voicemail, when I check my Voicemail it was someone whispering “nice haircut”. I had gotten my hair cut approximately 2 hours before this. I checked my Facebook newsfeed a few minutes later as I always do when I’m nervous and I see that Tom had posted that he is in New York with a mutual friend from college, I call this friend and he confirms Tom is there, “Tom says hi”. I look at Toms Facebook page and see that he’s been posting pictures with this friend and his wife in New York since the night before….. Who the fuck is watching me and going into my apartment?
2 Days ago: I haven’t slept at my place since the day “nice haircut” text because I figure someone has a damn key or something so I have been staying somewhere else where I will not say on this post. I received and email 2 days ago while I was at work from a random Email account. There was a picture attached. It was 3 pictures of me sleeping in my apartment on 3 different nights in one of them I have my new haircut. Tom was in New York that night.
That last event is what drove me to post my story on nosleep, I know its not just Tom now so I don’t know who it could be. I’m still looking for answers and in the middle of things. These guys know I have guns and still have the balls to risk coming in while I sleep, well I haven’t slept at night or at home in the past week and a half now. I’m waiting for someone to show up, I’m waiting with my guns and I’m sick and tired of this bullshit. Its 4:35am now and I am about to submit this post, I’ll post again if anything changes… I’m thinking of flipping things around on these guys, feel free to message me with any advice or tips or help, and I don’t care if they can read this, it doesn’t make a difference.
Submitted September 25, 2014 at 02:41PM by nosleepinboston http://ift.tt/1xmpxWl nosleep
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