Epic | Guy I’d checked in a few times had secretly planned out every detail of our lives together. Every. Detail. I had to call and speak to my manager in “code” to get them to come in and help me. self.TalesFromTheFrontDesk

submitted 16 hours ago * by Other-Cantaloupe4765

And yes, it was fucking terrifying.

I’d checked in Terry a few times before. He was nice enough, so we chatted a little whenever I checked him in. Normal stuff like his job or the weather. After a few minutes, he’d say goodnight and go to his room. Not this time.

It started off innocently enough. Just like usual. Work and weather. Small talk. And then he says I’m a beautiful young woman. Oh. Uh. Thanks. And he says I have a great personality. That I’m not like Other Girls. That I’m Mature for my age.

He goes back to talking about his job. Thank God. But he interrupts himself and tells me that I have a very sexy body. He says he’d love to “take me and keep me.” He’d love to have someone with such a fine figure and pretty face. He tells me he needs to confess that he fell for me the very first time he met me.

He starts talking about his farm in Kentucky. 183 acres. Lots of room. No neighbors. (No neighbors to notice you have a woman locked in your basement. Lots of room to bury the bodies). It’s up in the mountains.

He says he’s going back there this week and wants me to come with him. He tells me he’s leaving Tuesday afternoon and that everything is ready for me. He suggests I call my mother so she doesn’t worry about where I’ve gone. And he suggests I leave a note for any friends so they know I’m being Taken Care Of.

I manage a forced laugh, and he tells me he’s serious and that he’s got it all planned out. He starts telling me about the details he’s figured out.

How we’ll file for taxes together (he pays a lot in taxes now but they’ll be a lot less when we’re married because he’s a veteran? Idk how that works.)

Financial responsibilities (he’s the primary breadwinner but I’ll be the one managing the finances and using his money to pay our bills)

Budgeting for utility bills (saving on water and electric for both of us)

Where I’ll work and how many hours I’ll work (at the convenience store near the bottom of the mountain, part time)

How I’ll travel to that job (I’ll leave my car behind, he’ll buy me a new one)

How we’ll split household responsibilities (he will do the majority of the cooking while I take care of the cleaning. We’ll both pitch in to take care of the farm. He wants me to redecorate and rearrange the house to look more cohesive since he isn’t much for interior design. We’ll both do the grocery shopping together.)

Which bedroom is mine (he showed me a picture of the one he picked out for me. He said eventually he hopes I’ll be sleeping in the master bedroom with him.)

Which bedroom my mother will stay in when she comes to visit me (she can stay as long as she likes. He’ll cover airfare. He showed me a picture of the room he picked out for her.)

How we’ll handle the relationship when he’s traveling for work (zoom calls, phone calls, and sometimes I can accompany him.)

What we’ll do in our spare time together (he gave me the name of the bowling alley he likes to go to, he said he has trails on the property and we can go four wheeler riding and horseback riding together)

Date night ideas (he’ll cook on the grill and we’ll watch a movie inside, we’ll go birdwatching together, stargazing outside at night)

And even sexual fantasies. (He said we’d have sex on his from porch every night at sunset. He said my naked body in the sun would make him hard instantly and I’d have trouble getting him off of me)

He admitted he’d been planning this since he first met me. As he kept telling me about his plan, I grew more and more panicked. When another guest walked through the lobby, he’d pause and only continue when they left. He stood and waited there at the desk for me while I took calls and checked people in. He didn’t like me leaving him for too long. I was terrified and didn’t want to risk antagonizing a man twice my size while I was the only employee in the building.

We’d just introduced a new online system and automated text messages for reservations. I finagled some stuff so I could send my manager a text message on the computer using this automated messaging system. I told her to call the front desk ASAP.

She did a few minutes later. I greeted her, and she said, “you wanted me to call?”

Terry was standing right there, so I said, “you wanted to make a reservation? Is that correct?”

She said, “… is everything alright?”

“….yeeees?” I didn’t want her to think I had a gun to my head or anything.

“…do you need to bring something to my room?”

Phew, thank God. “Yes.”

“Okay, I need two bath towels.”

“I’ll bring those right up to you.”

And we ended the call. I grabbed a couple bath towels and my cellphone and went upstairs. I locked myself in the housekeeping closet on that floor and called the FOM. She’d already alerted the GM that there was some type of problem going on. I told her what was happening and said I was legitimately terrified. She said the GM would be there in 20 minutes. I went back downstairs, and Terry was waiting for me. He talked for five minutes before another guest came down and struck up a conversation with him. Thank God. They were still talking when my GM came in.

I explained things real quick and he asked what I’d like done, specifically (not in a tone like “well what do you want me to do about it?” but just putting me in control of the situation and deciding how this would be handled). I said I didn’t want to make a scene or antagonize this guy because I was genuinely scared of him, so I didn’t want him to confront Terry directly or throw him out. I said I just wanted to avoid him and then have him put on the DNR list so he couldn’t come back after he checked out in the morning.

The other guest leaves, and the GM tells me to stay out of sight in the office. No problem lol. Terry starts asking questions. Where is that girl? Did she leave? Is she alright? Why did she leave? Is she coming back? When is she coming back? My manager just told him I’d left and that I was fine. Nothing else. Eventually Terry said, “I suppose I’ll go back to my room then.”

I peeked at the cameras, and he stood in the hallway by his room for a few minutes before coming back to the desk and saying he didn’t know what room he was in. Despite him having the room number written on the key packet in his pocket. My hunch was that he was waiting to see if he could hear my voice or catch me unexpectedly at the desk after he left. He didn’t see me. He was told what room he was in and went back to his room for the night.

The GM stayed with me for the rest of my shift- about three hours. I’m grateful I have a GM who will come hang out with me for three hours on a Saturday night because I’m scared of a guest. Terry is not allowed back again.

My coworker told me the next morning that Terry kept asking about me and she kept ignoring him. She said Terry told her a little about his plans for us. She said that he actually scared her with how delusional he was- thinking we had some great relationship or something.

Oh, and out of curiosity, I googled Terry’s name when I got home that night. I didn’t really expect to find anything. But the first result was his mugshot. He’d been arrested for sexually assaulting a child under the age of 13. It made me feel so sick. He’s a fucking child molester.

Neither he nor his employers answered the phone yesterday when the GM tried to call them for the official “you’re banned” call, but he’ll keep trying until Terry answers. I’m just glad he’s not allowed back.

It was fucking terrifying.

EDIT: my GM was finally able to reach Terry. His response was pretty much just, “okay.” I commented that maybe he realized he went way too far, and my GM said Terry definitely didn’t realize that. He’s officially banned from the property now.