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Ghost Stories from annonymous1234

The Ribbon Man on 2015-11-19

I know that many people won't believe me. That's alright, whether you believe me or not doesn't matter, the facts are still facts. I am going to tell you the story of the man who gives me ribbons. Over the course of a year, this man started leaving ribbons on my doorstep. Sometimes, they are neat...

Last 20 posts from annonymous1234
Date: 2015-12-26

I am at a rest area on the highway. This will be my last post. For those who have asked me questions, I understand you not believing me.

I am not one to make up stories. I am sorry if the story is skewed and doesn't make sense but I am not a good writer. I wrote down all that happened to the best of my ability. I'm sorry if that still didn't help you believe me.

I don't want people to believe me. I wanted help. But no one has given me any. Just a lot of people saying how my story doesn't add up. All I wanted was help.

I went home and found the painting and destroyed it. And I feel dread. Pure dread. I haven't been well since.

My father has been alerted of what's going on, and he has called the police again. I for one am not going to leave the country, I've decided.

I am not insane. And I know that what I'm experiencing is true. So I hacr gotten in touch with a paranormal investigator. I am meeting them tonight.

To all who believed me, I appreciate your concern. To all who didn't believe, I wouldn't either if I was outside looking in.

I am more scared than I have ever been. I just want this man to go away. I want to sleep again.

Thank you, and Farwell
Date: 2015-12-21

I filed for a passport. I am waiting on edge in a hotel in Mason. I don't know where to go anymore, and frankly I've kind of given up. I got a message on another site I posted on saying that this man sounds like The Hat Man. I have mentioned before that I had done research on that guy. It's not hat man. At least I don't think so.

The hate mail has stopped in some regard, thank god. I guess people are starting to realize that I'm actually going through a lot

The reason why I am writing this is because today I woke up with my hair tied in a ribbon. I took off the ribbon and burned it immediately. I have also started wearing stupid protecting charms. I no way believe in God, but I've been wearing talismans of angels to give myself some kind of sanity. It hasn't worked. These ribbons keep coming. It's gone back to every day now. When I am on the move frequently I don't get as many. Maybe it is a real dude. Maybe he's a stalker. Maybe he messed with the camera the night johns dad was killed.

I don't know. But while my passport is being made, I think I'm going to confront him. If I wait up long enough, maybe I can finally ask him what he is. I'm running out of options. I'm so ill. These meds they put me on suck and make me comatose, so I stopped taking them. I am not psychotic. I know that.

I began thinking back to the hospital. And I remember something from it. Which is odd, because I was on a lot of drugs at that time. But there was this really old guy there who painted stuff. Abstract art. I remember commenting on it and he said that he has always been a painter. But I remember every single on of his paintings was just a long strip of color. Nothing more. Just a line of color, black white or polka dots. I remember the one he gave me before he left to be released was red, and signed with his name.

I'm thinking now, that I still have that painting, that I am going to post a picture of it. I looked at it before I left my house... And it looks like a ribbon. I don't know if this is just me trying to find some closure, but I'm going to open a file on imgur, which is residenttech, and I'm going to post pictures of the painting and the ribbons I have not yet burned. I might stop at home again soon. I wish I could have closure, I am really getting tired. I just want someone to help
Date: 2015-12-17

I have settled in Cincinatti, Ohio. I have taken advice and went to a therapist. Taking psychotic medication has not helped, as I stil receive ribbons. I understand that most people don't believe me. I understand that you compare my experience with movies. I understand that you may think I'm insane, or just lying.

I understand. But it still hurts. The reason I have posted this experience on so many websites, including ones for fake horror stories, is that I am just trying to find someone ANYONE who has seen this man before. I don't know what I can do. I don't know how to appease everyone. Some people are just telling me to flat out kill myself. Is that really necessary? Does that make you feel better? To call me a liar?

I am going insane because of this WHATEVER he is. I am trying everything, thinking it's all in my head, or if someone is just playing a messed up prank on me. I don't know how to get through to anyone. Because sadly, my story is just that to everyone.

Just a story.

I am leaving America soon. And I hope this will stop.
Date: 2015-12-02
Hello. I decided to give an update.

I took the advice from some and burned the first ribbon.

I also have gotten many people telling me that my "horror story" has a ridiculous amount of "elements". I expected this. I will let you all know that I used to live in a rich suburban neighborhood, and the police officers aren't exactly smart. Before I burned the first ribbon, I took it to another police station and they agreed to do testing on it. They found nothing unusual except for black wool fibers.

I am on the move again. So far I've only gotten one ribbon a week. I am going to go to a church and see if they will do an exorcism on me. I don't know if it'll work. But it's worth a shot right?

In answer to a question, no, I did not have anyone give me a ribbon when I left the hospital.

Thanks for either passing this off as fake or actually believing me. It doesn't matter, so long as the negative comments spread far enough to find someone who has encountered him before.