Caught a molester in action and was scared
When I was a teenager guess , I was 16 or so, I snuck out of my house to meet up with friends. We drank a bit smoked some pot and hung out until after midnight and then I headed home. I stopped by the park/playground next to my house and sat down on a bench and took out a joint and wanted to smoke a few more puffs before going home and going to bed. I head voices and looked over and the guy that lived across the street from me was walking into the park. I put out my joint because I didnt want him to see me on the bench and I froze there. He walked in and went over to a merrygoround thing in the middle of the playground when I realized he had 2 little girls around 10-12 with him in nightgowns. I had seen them at his house before but I dont think they were his daughters. Mayne nieces, or something else. I was shocked to them out so late at night. I didnt really care what they were doing I just didnt want the guy to see me and narc me out to my parents. He was there for only a couple minutes when I saw the girls both take off their nightgowns and they were both naked. Right then I knew this was going to be a fucked up situation. He made them both lay down on their backs on this circular ride thing and he went down on both of them. Then he pulled his pants down and I watched as they began sucking his dick- both of them at the same time. I wasnt the least turned on I was really scared afraid this guy would see me. I was hoping someone else would come along and they would get scared off and leave before he saw me. But nobody came and it seemed like forever even though it was just a few minutes I think. He then fucked one of the girls doggystyle and was fingering the other one. I was frozen still like a statue. The guy went to move positions and turned around and his dick was glistening from the park light and the pussy juice I guess- I can still picture it like yesterday. All of a sudden, something popped behind me like a small firecracker. To this day I have no idea what it was, I never turned around and kept looking at this molester having his way with these girls. Right when that pop noise happened all 3 of them looked directly at me. The bench I was on was dark and I had dark clothes and for some reason I thought they did not see me but after a second they pointed to me and said something. The guy started walking towards me at a fast pace pulling up his pants that were around his ankles. In that split second, I decided to take off, but I had to run right by him to get to the gate. I passed by him within 2-3 feet and he yelled to me I just ran straight home and into my house. I was really scared. This guy knew where I lived and he probably saw clearly that it was me. I didn’t know what he would do to me to protect my secret from coming out. I thought about waking up my parents and telling them what happened but I knew I would get in trouble so I didnt. For the next several days I didnt go outside. I peaked out my curtains, I was scared to death. I imagined this guy coming in my house and killing me. After a week or two I finally got back to my old routine but started carrying a pocket knife. I hardly saw the guy’s car in front of his place, and didnt see him at all. I had almost forgotten it altogether when a couple months later, I rounded a corner aisle of a store and the guy was standing right in front of me. He must have been following me because he immediately pushed me up against a shelf and said not to make a noise. My heart was racing and I was looking for shoppers or workers out of the corner of my eye. I was trying to figure out which pocket my knife was in. The guy calmly said – “MAN YOU AND ME REALLY HAD FUN FUCKING THOSE LITTLE GIRLS THAT NIGHT, HUH?” I couldnt even speak. He whispered to me that if I told anyone, he would bring me down with him and tell the cops that I was there and helped and that the girls would back his story up. Then he let me go. At that point I wished I had told my parents now I was worried this guy was going to frame me. After that I did everything in my power to avoid this guy. I wouldn’t look in his direction. A few weeks after this I peeked out my window thru the curtains and saw him pull up with these 2 girls and go into his house. I tried not to think about it and buried it for months. Then one day I came home from school and a moving truck and movers were packing up his stuff. I felt so much relief. He looked over and waved and smiled. I was happy that he was gone but worried those little girls were not going to be safe. I never saw the guy again. I worried that he knew my name and where I lived and for years I was worried he’d show up or contact me but he never did. Eventually, I forgot about it and buried the entire experience. I have never told another soul until right now with this post
