Episode 333: Disturbing TRUE Reddit Stories
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What triggered the narrator to attend the risky teenage party?
I'm twenty years old now, and this happened back when I was sixteen. I've gone back and forth on whether I even wanted to tell this story. Four years isn't all that long, but it feels like I've lived two completely different lives. One before this? And one after. Now, there are still parts of the week that I'm about to share with you that I can't remember clearly. Maybe that's because I was drugged for a lot of it. Maybe it's just my brain trying to protect itself. At this point. I honestly don't even know. What I do know is that I made a decision that at the time seemed completely harmless. And it went on to change my life. When I was 16, some of the older kids from my school were online talking about this party they were going to.
Now I wasn't really friends with any of them, but I knew a few people who had been invited. And I convinced myself that if I went too Maybe people would finally see me as someone who wasn't just another awkward girl. It was summer break, so I didn't have to worry about school the next morning. My parents thought I was staying over at a friend's house and I remember being way more excited than I was nervous. At the time, I felt like this night would launch me into a new social stratosphere. When I landed at the party, it was exactly what you'd expect. Loud music, way too many people packed into a single house and alcohol just about everywhere. I remember walking through the door and immediately thinking that I'd made the right decision because nobody questioned why I was there.
Everyone was just hanging out, having a good time. And for the first little while, I actually had a good time myself. That's when I met a guy who introduced himself as Jason. I'd never seen Jason before. And to be honest, he looked a little bit older than everyone else in that house. Later, he would tell me that he was twenty-four. Looking back now, I know how bad that sounds, but at sixteen I didn't think about it the way that I do now. Jason was friendly. He was easy to talk to. He showed me around the house, including the kitchen where the alcohol was housed. Even helped me pour myself a drink because I admitted that I didn't know what I was doing. While he was mixing vodka and cranberry juice, he asked me how old I was.
When I told him I was sixteen. He smiled and said Did I look like I was older? Now back then it felt like a compliment. Mm thinking about it now makes my stomach turn. So after we'd been talking for a while, I realized that I needed to use the bathroom. I still had my drink in my hand and I didn't want to carry it with me. So I asked him if he could hold on to it for a minute. Again, at sixteen, clearly I didn't know what I was doing. He said, sure. And when I returned from the bathroom, he handed it right back to me. I finished it pretty quickly from there, and he immediately offered to make me another one. And yet again I accepted without thinking. For the next little bit. Ten, fifteen, I don't know, thirty minutes, everything seemed normal.
Then all at once I felt sick. Remember thinking to myself Did I get drunk off of one drink? Well now I don't think that I was drunk at all. The room we were in started spinning so suddenly that I had to stop walking altogether. My legs felt weak and I couldn't focus on the conversations around me. Honestly, it just became difficult to even think. Jason, who was talking to a few people nearby, seemed to notice immediately. He told me that I probably just needed some fresh air and suggested that we step outside for a bit. At that point, I wasn't thinking clearly enough to question anything. So I followed him. And after that point, my memories are incredibly scattered. I remember being outside. I even remember getting into a car and trying to stay awake through the subsequent drive, but from that point on, everything goes blank.
When I open my eyes again I was lying in a bed. At first I thought I was home, and I was left wondering how I had made it there. I was still incredibly groggy, so I just stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying to figure out
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Chapters
5 chapters
1
What triggered the narrator to attend the risky teenage party?
0:17–4:49
2
How did the narrator realize they were being drugged at the party?
4:49–9:26
3
What happened after the narrator woke up in an unfamiliar room?
9:26–14:32
4
How did the police investigation struggle to identify Jason?
14:32–19:35
5
What made the airport stranger seem suddenly dangerous?
19:35–24:15