The Man Who Haunted Himself

Several years ago, a gentleman (I’m assuming) with the intriguing name RBradbury1920 posted on Reddit’s “legal advice” section a rather alarming tale:

On the 15th of April I found a yellow post-it note in a handwriting that wasn’t mine on my desk reminding me of some errands I had to do, but told literally nobody about. While odd, I chalked it up to something I did in my sleep, thinking maybe in my half-awake state I scrawled it so it didn’t appear to be my handwriting. I threw it out and thought little of it.

Creepy, right? It gets worse:

On the 19th, I found another post it note on the back of my desk chair, in the same handwriting as the previous note, telling me to make sure I “saved my documents”. I was freaked out, but there were no other signs of a break-in, so I set up a web-cam in my house aimed at my desk and used a security-cam app for it to record after detecting movement.

On the 28th, I woke up to find another post-it note, this one saying, “Our landlord isn’t letting me talk to you, but it’s important we do.” I immediately checked the webcam’s folder on my computer and found nothing from the night before, but my computer’s recycling bin had been emptied, which I am certain I did not do recently, indicating someone had noticed the webcam and deleted the files. (They were just saved straight to a folder on my desktop called “Webcam”.)

And then:

Today, on the 1st of May, I found another post it note, this time on the outside of my door, with nothing written on it– and there also appeared to be post-its on many other doors in my apartment complex, all blank, in varying colors.

The OP inquired if perhaps he was being harassed (by, say, his landlord), and if he was entitled to any legal recourse.

Now: a person who has been “around the block” many times in life may very well treat this story with suspicion…wondering if the OP has some sort of dissociative mental disorder.

But another helpful Redditor (after wondering if he indeed had a dissociative episode) suggested a different (or, rather, related) possibility:

Or it might be a physical problem. You mentioned that you have a very unusual narrow bedroom with no windows; is there a chance that you are not getting enough ventilation when you sleep, or that there is a carbon monoxide leak in the building ? A cheap CO detector (which you should have anyway) is a fast way to find out. You’ll also have really bad headaches.

This Redditor may very well have saved OP’s life, as we see in this follow-up from RBradbury1920:

Thanks to everyone who sent suggestions and gave advice on how to proceeded– especially to those who recommended a CO detector… because when I plugged one in in the bedroom, it read at 100ppm. 

TL;DR: I had CO poisoning and thought my landlord was stalking me.

Of course…in a way, RBradbury1920’s own subconscious might have really saved his life…struggling to “wake” his conscious mind to the fact that they (subconscious and conscious within the same body) were slowly being poisoned to death and that they’d need to talk to the landlord (representing the faulty apartment with the CO problem) about the issue.

Further, the landlord is also “cast” (as if in a dream) as the “bad guy” keeping the subconscious from talking to the (suffering from hallucinations and poisoned) conscious about the poisoning. It’s as if the subconscious (possibly accessing the truth from the “ether” or wherever) was struggling to communicate with his conscious mind…only able to express itself with the language of a dream.

Now, isn’t this amazing? One wonders if this increasingly desperate subconscious gave the OP the “idea” to go to Reddit in the first place…intuiting that someone might have the answer to their near-fatal dilemma!

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