I Noticed Him In All The Pictures I Make. What Does He Want?!

Hi! I’m Patrice but my friends call me Patty. I’ve always had a dream to become popular,
you know. Like a real superstar or something, so that
everybody would see me and whisper “Hey, that’s the girl…” and stuff. I’ve been working so hard for my dream come
true for the last year and it did come true… sort of. Everything started when I saw the first bloggers
on the internet. I was amazed by their lives and their abilities,
like financially I mean. For me, it seemed to be the easiest way to
success and fame, so I’d decided to become a blogger myself. However, I faced my first problem as soon
as I started, because I didn’t know how to blog. I would just post pretty much everything. It was like “Here I am going to school”
or “Hey! Look at my lunch today” and so on. Of course, I had some followers, about 500
people I guess, but they were either my friends and family members, or some advertising accounts,
so it didn’t satisfy me much. I even tried once to devote my blog to my
hamster Polly, but she seemed to be a totally unsocial animal and that idea failed. Once I was sitting at home and looking through
my blog page and all the posts on it. I could feel how pathetic my blogging efforts
were because my photos were far from being like those I’d seen on my favorite blogger’s
pages, and my texts were definitely not a philosopher’s thoughts. I had almost decided to give up my idea when
I suddenly realized that somebody somehow showed up in almost every photo and video
of mine that was taken at my place, except for me, of course. It was my creepy neighbor Alan who lived across
the street from me. He had recently moved to the neighborhood
with his parents and he was totally weird. He wore the same long sleeve shirt whenever
I saw him in real life. Nobody talked to him at school, as far as
I knew. Some people even thought that he had some
mental and psychiatric disorders. Of course, he seemed to suddenly get caught
by my camera’s lens, either appearing from around the corner or staring from his garden
at me while I was taking a selfie in my own garden, but I felt strange about it. I shared my thoughts about probably being
stalked by a local weirdo and that was it. My followers seemed to want to share my page
with their friends or something, because I got a couple of hundred more subscribers that
following week. Of course, the majority of my fans, so to
speak, were from our town, but it didn’t matter – my fame had found me. Once two girls had even come up to me at the
local mall to say hi and they said they knew me because of my weird neighbor. I kept posting my regular photos but this
time it had turned into a quest for my followers to find a stranger in them in the comments. This excitement over me being famous lasted,
for me, no more than two weeks, when I suddenly realized that my neighbor Alan had been actually
stalking me. And this time, everything was done on purpose. I will give you an example. Once, I was in the kitchen trying to cook
dinner when I noticed that Alan was staring at me from his window. I would think that this was a coincidence,
but when I went to my bedroom and looked out the window, I once again saw him in his attic
window still looking straight at me. I got a little scared and worried, but tried
to calm myself down, thinking that my eyes were just playing tricks on me. And you know what? I couldn’t sleep well because of all that
stuff. I had really bad nightmares that somebody
was watching me, like 100 percent of the time and I had even woken up in a cold sweat a
couple of times. This almost drove me completely nuts, so I
decided to go and talk to this strange guy and ask him why he was stalking me. I thought he’d deny that fact, but he didn’t
even try to. He told me that he noticed me trying to film
every step of my life on camera, he’d gotten interested in it, and just wondered why I
would want do this. But then he came across my blog page on the
internet, saw my post about him, and had gotten offended. After that, he started to follow me on purpose
as a sort of revenge. I don’t know why but I became really angry
and started to shout at him that he had no right to do that, because he scared me a lot. Then I fired a warning shot saying that if
he doesn’t stop doing what he’s been doing, I’d call the police. I turned away from him and set off for home
when I heard him say that he didn’t see the difference between letting people follow
you online or in real life. I entered my house so furiously, that even
my mom, who was in the kitchen, noticed how nervous I was. I didn’t want to tell her the whole story
so I just said that I hated that creepy guy who lives across the street from us. She said she just so happened to meet Alan’s
parents, like for a welcome tea or something. And it turned out that Alan was their adopted
son. His whole biological family had died in a
big fire less than a year ago. That’s why he was so strange and why he
would wear long sleeve clothing all the time – he’d been trying to hide his scars. And that was definitely the reason he was
so distant from everybody else. I kept thinking over that situation for the
rest of the day. From time to time I’d even look out my window
at Alan’s house, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I tried to find him on the internet, but I
couldn’t. I was looking through my blog page again and
felt ashamed for my posts about him and for the comments people were making. I felt the need to do something to help this
guy. So I just deleted all my previous posts and
made a new one that was completely different. I told his story there and asked my followers
to be more kind to strange people that they think are weird. You can’t even imagine the number of well
wishes and supportive phrases in the comments that I received over the next couple of days. Some of my followers who had known my address
even sent postcards for Alan, asking me to give them to him. I was really inspired and grateful, so I immediately
went to cheer Alan up with all the stuff. I rushed to his door and just left all those
postcards and comments I printed out earlier with a letter of apology from me on his doorstep,
‘cause I thought he wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore. But I was happy to be wrong. Now Alan and I are good friends. I no longer strive for popularity, because
I finally understood that there are things in life that are more important than that. If you guys were attentive enough, you picked
up on the exact number of followers that I had before noticing Alan on my posts and after
that. Be the first one to write the correct answer
in the comments below this video. Feel free to share this with your friends
for them to subscribe to this channel, just like you did.

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100 thoughts on “I Noticed Him In All The Pictures I Make. What Does He Want?!

  1. 0:55 some…SOME!! ive been on youtube for more than a year and you got more than 500 in over a WEEK man your lucky๐Ÿ˜…

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  3. Ala no mames tienen un canal en ingles y en espaรฑol que da mucho sida xd

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  5. Hi. I am a 13 year old Korean girl named Ivy. I was so ordinary! But one day, I started getting interested in LGBTQ+ people!Of course, it's avenue! And there were more people around us like that than I thought! There's no harm in this, is there?Of course! I supported and supported those people! But I didn't think I would… Yes, I was a bisexual! But it wasn't too bad, because I always thought people couldn't really like one gender, but the problem was…My best friend hates them very much! And also, my family is christian, and I don't think my grandmother will understand me.Ah! Also, my cousins live in America!So I think they will understand! But how can my parents and friends understand me? I believe there are people like me! If you have someone like me, please leave a comment!

  6. i would be alans friend, judging people without getting to know them first isn't cool, why do people keep doing that? I'm glad she decided to help him out, and be caring.

  7. here's the answer to the question at the end.

    she had 479 followers before she got a couple hundred more. after that she had 685.

  8. It ended well, but she really shouldn't have posted his story on her blog, it's not her story to share and tell people. What if he didn't want anyone to know?

  9. If someone was staring at me through my window Iโ€™d flip them off like Dustin flipped off Lucas and max

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  11. um, you had 500 followers before you had notice alan on your posts,um,those who think im right like this comment

  12. You did the right thing to say I am sorry

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  14. Lol I was really mad in the beginning because I was about to comment "well you technically started it because he was just minding his own business"


  16. "I don't see the difference between people following you online and in real life"
    This guy's creepy but makes a point

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