Being a female content creator has its cons...

I’m a female streamer and only fans content creator. Subsequently the bulk of my time is spent online, playing games and creating content. It’s been a rewarding time for me, as I’ve managed to make a living off this, however, for as many pros as there are in this line of work, there’s plenty of cons as well. The following was my scariest experience:

I live alone in an apartment and while streaming Just Chatting on twitch, I heard a knock on my door. I popped one earphone out and asked who it was?

The voice of a man on the other side of the door spoke out, telling me that I had a package from UPS.

That was strange because, I wasn’t expecting anything.

I told him to leave the package at the door.

He said that he couldn’t do that because I needed to sign off on it. Otherwise, he couldn’t leave the package.

I was getting scared, feeling my chest heat up as the creeping feeling that I was in danger was growing. My twitch chat was asking questions, but I abruptly put the stream on the “be right back” screen. I have anxiety and I knew something felt off. Packages are usually left downstairs at reception, and even then, I get a call anytime someone is heading up to my apartment.

At this point I stood up from my chair and grabbed my cellphone to call my landlord for security.

In a brash decision, before calling, I told him the man to just take the package and that I would pick it up at the facility.

His tone of voice grew harsher as he said,

“ma’am, I’m already here… just come sign for the package”

You can tell that he sounded frustrated. Now I was shaking, he wasn’t leaving and instead started knocking on the door harder.

With every knock my heart felt like it wanted to leap out of my chest.

In a scramble I called the landlord and told him that I needed security at my apartment because someone was harassing me at my door.

The landlord told me that we didn’t have any security and that he was going to call the cops immediately.

My heart sank at the reality that I was possibly not going to get help in time.

The man must have heard me talking on the phone, because he subsequently began kicking the door so hard that the doorknob was rattling like it was about to fall off.

I screamed, crying in desperation for the man to leave me alone, telling him that the cops were on there way.

I heard him scream my twitch username, saying that I would need the paramedics when he was done with me.

In a cold sweat with shaking adrenaline, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. I was shaking so much that I had to hold it with two hands. As I cried and begged for him to stop, with my voice breaking from the fear, the kicking suddenly stopped, and I heard the footsteps run away down the stairs

I dropped the knife, and my legs gave out as I was having a full-blown panic attack. I reached for my phone to call the police when I heard a Knock at the door, it was the cops.

They told me to open the door, and that they apprehended the man in the lobby. Before attempting to flee, the man had thrown the box. In it, was duct tape, rope, and camera equipment.

I had never felt so helpless. Even after the cops arrived, the experience left me broken. Just the thought of what could have happened will always haunt me.