Facebook Death Threat

If I Am Killed Tonight Here's Why (Explicit)by Elexis Hennigh on Wednesday
Originally posted February 16, 2011 at 3:21am
Added to and revised to include more detail on February 22, 2011
Small additions/clarifications noted in red. March 2, 2011

(This blog was created on February 22, 2011 to allow the public to see the actual letters that were sent. This isn't a blog that I maintained while the letters were being sent. Be smart and note the dates before you comment about the situation.)

I officially have been scared shitless. Warning: there will be profanity and nasty thoughts described with too much detail.

You can skip to the bottom to get to the death threat, but I wanted to include everything so you would have the whole story and could conclude how sick this person is. Below I have included each and every message between us when possible. If I couldn't include the message (live chat) (I have now been able to recover the live chats with some special software. See recovered messages here.), I did my best to describe what was communicated. If there is no message, I did not reply. As is the case with the first several messages. Which should have been my first red flag.

*The first four messages below are not on the original post I had on my Facebook. I had to go way back to find them. So now that I am calmer I have had time to look further back for correspondence, found a couple more and added them below.

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Travis Levi Taylor August 29, 2010 at 10:51pm Report
Hey Lexie!

Your fb thing sez you're in Stillwater! Is that for real?

May I call you sometime? Fair warning, if you say yes, I'm going to ask you to dinner...

Yours,

travis

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Elexis Hennigh September 1, 2010 at 10:04pm
I am in Stillwater. I work at OSU. Just about to move into a house finally. I've been in an apartment for two years. Hated it.

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Travis Levi Taylor September 2, 2010 at 4:07pm Report
I'm not looking forward to living in an apartment, either... but I expect it would be better than the dorm.

I hope you're enjoying your work at the college, and congratulations on moving to a house! You're a really great person, you've studied and worked hard for a long time. You deserve to be comfortable.

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I’m pretty sure there had to be a live chat at some point between these two messages, because I remember telling him that I worked for Red Lobster while I was going to college.
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Travis Levi Taylor September 2, 2010 at 11:25pm Report
I stopped by Red Lobster today when I was job searching. They say I have to apply in person, Monday-Thursday 2-4, which it was today, but I wasn't prepared to go through filling out an app and interviewing. It was 3pm, hot, and I was tired. I will likely go back next week though... may I use you as a reference? If they call you, I don't expect you to lie or anything. We did work together once before, remember?

Also! Can I help you move? I just tried to move my stuff into storage by myself. I got into a fight with the TV, and the TV won! I'm still aching a little from that. Don't worry, the TV is ok. After that, I wised up and got help tossing out the couch and love seat. If your dad or whoever is already going to help you move, I would still like to help. Two guys are better than one, right? NO, I don't expect you to have dinner with me just because I help you move. But... honestly, I don't think it would hurt my chances when I ask you later.. and as a bonus, if your dad or other friends or whoever are helping you move too, and they think I'm scum, they won't have to drive around all over the place to find me and beat my ass! See how good of an idea this is?

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Travis Levi Taylor November 8, 2010 at 11:02am Report
How are you? I hope you're doing well. I'm good. Well, I'll be better if I can convince you to see me for dinner... or lunch... or a snack, or whatever!
By the way, thank you for rejecting me so gently, before. Sincerely! You're very thoughtful. However, you should know that I'm actually a lot tougher than I look. I figured, "Maybe she likes her space?" That, and, I have this feeling that I am going to run into you again somewhere, sometime in Stillwater, and I'll just ask you again, then. But in the meantime, I thought I would try to win you over bit-by-bit with messages through facebook, and maybe get to a point where you'd let me text you.
So, I go on facebook- you look gorgeous, by the way- and tried to send you an instant message, but the damn thing was acting up and wouldn't let me do it. What's worse is that I saw this other guy on your facebook very persistently asking you out!
So, my plan to be all serendipitous and cool is totally shattered. If getting a date- or whatever!- with you is a contest, I intend to win. All I'm looking for is an hour and a half (or so) of your time. I'm thinking jeans. And food. Not a movie. Somewhere we can be ourselves, and relaxed, and talk. Almost definitely with food. I do like the food.
I like you. I'm pretty sure you'll still like me! I'm not going to do anything crazy or weird. You can be yourself, and I can be myself. You can say or ask me anything you want. I'm not going to be quizzing you or trying to analyze you or break you down or whatever. We'll have plenty to talk about. You can tell me about living in Stillwater, and I could tell you about the Navy or whatever.
I think we'll have a great time. I'm quite sure that afterwards, you'll be thinking, "I'm glad I went out with that guy! He's refreshing! Like a warm piece of apple pie. With whipped cream. And a cup of coffee. Heck! He's great!"
Lexie, I know it doesn't look like I have my act together. 31 year-old freshman? I get it. But the truth is, I'm pretty sure I actually do have my act together. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, going into the military instead of going to college. I'm sure you already know if anybody wants to do anything of consequence in this society... in this world... that they really have to have an education.
So... Elexis. Would you like to have dinner?
It will be fun! If you want to see me again afterwards, great! If you don't, that's perfectly cool, too. It's not really my idea to change anything between us. Not that we have a lot. I do know that I definitely want to see you. I'm sure we've both had dinner with people before and wondered what the hell we were thinking. This won't be like that. It will be good. I promise.

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Travis Levi Taylor November 17, 2010 at 5:26pm Report
Good Evening Lexie,
How are you? Good, I hope. I'm pretty good, myself. Tomorrow, I think, I'm going to apply (again) to the Valero @ 6th & Jefferson. I applied before, but I was advised to drop off my application to a certain person between certain hours, and, well, I didn't do that, so, you know. Anyways. I like my chances, this time.
Oh! I get to take the ACT (again?) on December 11th in Sand Springs. Admissions wasn't exactly impressed with my High School transcript. So, they're telling me to forward them a decent ACT score and I should be okay.
I think I would not be honest with you if I didn't mention that I'm a little blue since I haven't heard back from you. Not that I'm trying to influence you by making you feel sorry for me. And if you do, you shouldn't! As a matter of fact, I am totally respectful of your right to respond (or not respond) to me (or anyone else, for that matter) any way you see fit. My optimistic- if not detached from reality- imagination would have me believe there's a chance you would care to see me for dinner. And since that hasn't happened... anyways, of course, as I said before, I am a little blue about it.
Because? Lexie, I admire you. I guess I'm not a "secret admirer," since I'm telling you that I admire you. I'm totally aware that I'm not the only one. You are incredibly beautiful, but you don't seem to care or think it makes you better than everyone else. You're powerfully intelligent, but never push anyone around with it. You're independent, yet with no trace of resentment for the shallow aspects of our society.
Naturally, I'm very impressed with you. I'm certain everyone is. You are excellent. I want you to know that I think you are an extraordinary woman. And yes, even though I'm a little blue about it, it isn't at all surprising to me that you haven't accepted my invitation to dinner. What would completely amaze me is if you actually do.
Yours,
Travis

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Travis Levi Taylor December 5, 2010 at 11:38am Report
Good Morning Lexie,
How are you doing? I hope everything is going good for you. I'm good.

I know you are on the edge of your seat, anxiously awaiting the news... but no, I did not get the Valero job. I took the application to the guy at the time, and he was like, "Thanks. We're just taking applications right now." and I was like, "Cool." You can imagine how broken-hearted I am to not find work. My sister was like, "How many applications and resumes have you put out?" I sighed, looked up, and really thought about the answer- that is pretty important, after all- and replied, "Uh... one." She laughed. I laughed. And then she lectured me.

Now then, where were we? Oh, yes! I'm refreshing like apple pie and a cup of coffee (somehow?), and you're pretty, smart, and independent... ...and apparently still totally unimpressed with me. Ok. I think we're up to speed. I have this inexplicable inclination to "switch gears." Try something new to get your attention and impress you somehow. I'm not going to just call you out of the blue, or something like that, even though you have your digits on your fb. I bet you're just like me- constantly telling people in emails, etc, "Yeah. It's cool to call the number. That's what I put it on there for!" But I'm a man and you're a woman, and also I'm trying to get you to see me for dinner. So, I don't think that would be very civilized of me.

So what can I do in a message that is different and might make some kind of impression on you? Check this out. I'm thinking haiku. I know, crazy, right? Has anyone ever written you a haiku before? I have to be honest with you. I don't really know what a haiku is... yet. Up until about 20 seconds ago, I didn't even know how to spell it. I'm almost certain it's Japanese. And some kind of poem that follows some mathematical rules. Who knows? I might have a talent for this! Then again, looking at my record of pretty much ZERO success with you so far, when I google "haiku" later, I will probably learn that it's some kind of traditional man-to-man love sonnet, or whatever.

I guess, if you're even reading these, now you can look forward to receiving a haiku. Isn't it exciting! I'll send it to you... Tuesday. Why not. That should be enough time to learn what it is, how to do it, and make one. And I think I'm probably rare for this, but I am as pragmatic as I am passionate. You'll see what I mean, Tuesday. Anyhow, being so practical, I assume... Assume? Me? Yes. Risky, I know, but sometimes you got to... I assume my messages are getting sent out, and you're receiving them ok, and you're reading them. After all, I am extremely, EXTREMELY handsome. And brilliant!

I'm not going to go on and on about how beautiful you are, today. I've got to save up on adjectives for Tuesday. Besides. if I'm wrong, and you're just sighing and deleting these, then it doesn't really matter. On the other hand... if you actually are reading any of this stuff, then the suspense makes it more exciting!

Lexie. I do like you. This haiku is going to be so easy. Ok Tuesday. Take Care.
Yours,
Travis

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Travis Levi Taylor December 7, 2010 at 10:31am Report
Hello Lexie,

Brace yourself. You're about to experience some seriously mad poetry skills. As it happens, haiku are actually pretty short, so I made a few for you. Way back in the day, I am to understand, haiku were simple and funny. As the art form matured and evolved, they became more serious and deep.

Basically, all that's absolutely necessary to be a haiku, you got a poem with 17 morae, which are pretty much syllables, and divided into three lines in a 5-7-5 format. A sophisticated, traditional haiku will also reference nature, and demonstrate a few neat features. 1. A kigo: a word to reference a season. 2. A kireji: a "cutting word," a word to give pause or draw emphasis. Not so easy in English, many writers will use a symbol or punctuation mark. Kireji are usually in the first or second line. 3. Contrast to show equation. A really good haiku will have have thoughtful meaning.

Here's a famous example by Basho Matsuo:

An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
Splash! Silence again.

And that's about it. Here are the haiku I made for you. I hope you enjoy them.
Basics...

five morae to start
seven in the middle
five again to end

Some funny ones...

Ninety through school zone,
Gulping my vodka tonic.
I was raised by wolves.

75? Nah.
Flashing lights at 85!
ONE FORTY. bye-bye.

and my personal favourite...

Party all night long!
2 a.m. turn the lights out,
We make baby now.

Ok. Seriously, now, and trying to follow the rules...

Birds bathe in the stream.
Crispy leaves swirling around,
Warm winter day sounds.

Crows just like to caw,
they hop because they have to.
Eagles rarely walk.

And finally, I attempted to make a serious, high quality, traditional haiku for you...

Frozen moon moves blue
bare naked trees to whisper...
Glowing, sunrise comes.

Yours,
Travis

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Elexis Hennigh December 7, 2010 at 3:34pm
Wow...so first of all rarely do I spend a whole lot of time on here. I simply use it to fill the tiny blips of free time I have which is rare. So I have found very little time to ponder your thoughtful messages. Truth is I am sort of seeing someone right now. So I have been more or less emotionally unavailable. While I certainly find your messages delightful and charming I still find it a little odd that you persist with no replies. ;) haiku?! Definitely memorable and fun, just not good timing for me. I'd write a bit more but I am in the doctors office and they just called me back. Stay charming! Lexie

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Travis Levi Taylor December 9, 2010 at 4:15pm Report
California! Knows how to party. California. Knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A.

Congratulations on your career move! And what serendipity... a business trip, in the middle of winter, to sunny, southern California? Yeah, I think you made a good decision, alright.

L.A. Interesting town. They have a dog beach, there. Totally blew my mind. Shepherds. Retrievers. Chihuahuas. Rottweilers. All running around catching frisbees together on the same, little beach.

Southern California is where I realised that orange is my favourite colour. Something about the sunlight... actually, Long story. Maybe some other time.

Thank you for the heartwarming compliments. You might have just made me blush! I'm happy you enjoyed the haiku.

I'll stay charming. You stay Elexis.
Yours,
Travis

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I then decided dinner with a high school classmate wouldn’t hurt. So I sent a chat message (Actually it was a Wall post now that I went back more thoroughly and found it.) that simply said, “Dinner?” He accepted and we had tentative plans (that must have been discussed via live chat because I find no record of them elsewhere) (See recently recovered live chats here.) to meet for dinner on Saturday, January 8th before I left for my LA trip.
(I have since remembered that he sent the following texts later that same day. My phone number was listed on my Contact Info section on my Facebook page visible to 'Friends Only.')

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Jan 7, 2011 6:43 PM Good evening Lexie!! Thought I would call you around 7 if that works for you?
My Reply: I am shopping :)
His Reply: Oh? You want my measurements? :) Wanna call me later?

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I did not reply. His comment was a little wierd...but ok?!
But he took the liberty to call me Jan 7, 2001 at 9:10. We spoke for 10 minutes. I informed him that I just learned my dad was going to be in town tomorrow to have dinner and such before my trip. I said we might have to meet for a late dinner or something that I wasn't really sure at that point. And we would just play it by ear.
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Jan 8, 2011 2:32 PM Good Afternoon Lexie!! Saw ur update. I hope ur having a good lunch! I will call u later.
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The update he referred to was a status on my Facebook that said something about my dad and I having lunch. I was really hoping Travis would just back off and understand that meeting him for dinner wasn't my priority as I was leaving for LA in the morning. But surprise! I get another text that just seals the deal on not meeting him for dinner ever.

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Jan 8, 2011 5:00 PM Hey Lexie...I picked up somethings for u while I was out today...I think you will like...talk to u soon!!!

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Having not heard from me all day he called me Jan 8th, 2011 at 5:31 PM. And I informed him that dinner was just not possible. I was still with my dad and my dad was likely staying the night and taking me to the airport the next morning.

He then proceeded to comment on nearly every status update I posted as I traveled to LA.
So while travelling I was unable to login to Facebook, but as soon as I did I noticed a post on Travis' wall that referred to our dinner plans falling through. Kind of annoyed me that he'd post that. I also saw the discussion about his father's heart attack and was shocked.

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A post to his own Wall
Travis Levi Taylor wow... my plans for tonight just opened up :( But there's something about Saturday Night...
January 8 at 5:35pm

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Travis Levi Taylor January 10 at 12:31am Report
I'm about to turn in. Just wanted to say good night, and good luck tomorrow!!! You are so awesome!!!

Yours,

Travis

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Elexis Hennigh January 10 at 12:33am
Don't need luck but thanks.
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Travis Levi Taylor January 10 at 12:35am Report
I know you got it. That's why I like you!!!

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The second night in LA I saw the thread he posted on his Wall Jan 10, 2011 at 6:31am and was further alarmed.
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Travis Levi Taylor
Gentlemen, I have concluded that women are only good for one thing. And if you want it, you're just going to have to fuck them. There's just no real way around it.
January 10 at 6:31am See full thread here.

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I expressed my disapproval with his status update (see full thread here) by commenting on it as you will see and immediately deleting him as a friend. (I definitely didn't hang around to see the thread as it appears now. It definitely got a lot worse. I am quite sure I would have ignored the second friend request had I witnessed all of that language.) Plus with his prompt replies to everything I do on Facebook I was feeling like he was always watching my profile.

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Travis Levi Taylor January 10 at 11:51am Report
With all my heart, I am sorry for hurting you. I would like to say that I feel a happy medium "humbled," but the truth is I feel humiliated because I believe I humiliated you... crazy as it seems, that is the exact opposite of what I was shooting for.

I do believe you're extraordinary. I wanted to be there for you to protect you from the behaviour that I remarkably just demonstrated this morning. I did have a cough. My father did have a heart attack. It's funny. If I wasn't sick, I don't think you would've posted "Dinner?" on my wall. And if my father didn't have the heart attack, and all the drama that came along with it, I think I wouldn't have lost your interest. I was so excited and full of life and Love after you posted that "Dinner?" that I was paying super close attention to everybody and everything, otherwise I wouldn't have noticed Dad's symptoms and foresaw the heart attack. I'm not a doctor, so it took a lot of effort and energy to pin it down after I noticed the first signs. The first sign was that he was sad, amazingly, and I just kept looking until I realized what was happening to him. So in a way, you kindof saved my father's life, and I thank you for that.

A similar thing I did to you this morning happened to me several months ago, which is why I thought I was following your lead while I was making mistake after mistake. There were some slight differences, though. The girl was faking the cough. I didn't lover her, but the general consensus among our colleagues was that she was in love with me and at the end of her rope, so I was really nice to her and tried to work it out patiently and calmly for her sake... Maybe that's what you were trying to do for me. I was trying to carry her burden on my own until one of my coworkers' father passed away, and she helped me see the truth very gently, on what was the worst day of her life.

I was deeply troubled with the up-close and personal nature of my father's life being in my hands. You may or may not know that I have seen death before, up close and personal. And I've lost. Maybe you have been there, and can understand.

And now I wonder... Do you believe in second chances? I don't deserve one, and for all I know, "Dinner?" WAS my 2nd chance, from your point of view.

A lot of women have suggested to me this morning different techniques to win a woman back, because it was obvious that I was trying to get a particular woman's attention and coerce her into talking to me. I don't like any of the suggestions that were offered. For one thing, they wouldn't have been from my heart, even if they had worked.

Instead, I will only promise you this: I am not going to kill myself, I promise you. I will live with the humiliation that I see headed my way, and I'm optimistic that I will have at least my Dad around so I won't be alone in this. I will get sympathy, I assure you. I believe catching myself acting so horribly and stopping myself when I did, I'll have mercy on me for that. I'll get through it.

That being said, Today really is the worst day of my life, so far. I will never forget it. You may or may not, either. You are so brilliant and unreadable to me, you could have gone through this several times before, for all I know. So. You have saved my life again. When it occurred to me that I should kill myself, and post it on fb before doing so, I realised how unfair that would be to you! Some people would say you drove me to it, while the truth is you kept me from doing it. But I would have to live in order to prove that for those who are wise enough to see it.

My imperfections are tremendous, evidently, and I can understand that you would not even be able to imagine being happy with me after today. Even as a friend. I would not hold it against you if you do not even want to acknowledge my existence. I am actually cool with that, if that will make you happier.

If you believe in 2nd chances, and think I'm worth one, I'm right here. If you don't, but there's still anything I can ever do for you, just let me know and we will see what we can do, no strings attached. For example, deleting stuff off the fb wall. I do think it's not a great idea, and I'm not in a hurry to do it. I intend to try to learn from this mistake so that next time I will do better. But if you want me to delete parts or the whole thing, I would do it.

In the case that this is also the worst day of your life, I can tell you this. Tomorrow, (literally) Tomorrow will be much, much better. You can and I believe will completely succeed with your current objectives in life. But also, remember what happened, here, because sooner than you think, it would happen again if you don't listen to the people you know you can trust. And even then, some may surprise you. I didn't have that, here. I have had to be the strong one for my family, and I should have known your interest in me was not as deep as my interest in you when you did not reach out to me when my father had the heart attack. If something like that had happened to your father or mother and you put it on facebook, and I noticed it, I would have reached out to you.

For the record, you are the first woman I can remember thinking, "That is the one I would like to have children with." Not the last, but the first. You have it all. Everything I look for in a woman. It was middle school, and you just walked into class with some friends, and that was that, at first sight. But my timing was never good. Every time I tried to ask you out, you were seeing someone... except once, when I flipped a coin. I had no idea what I was doing. So, in your view, even if you do believe in 2nd chances, I probably just used up the 2nd, at least. Let's not do 3rd chances. If I've already hurt you twice, I'm not the one for you. The fake cougher I was telling you about before, she hurt me over and over and over and over again. I think maybe we were actually hurting each other over and over again.

I think you're perfect. I am to understand that you may not believe in perfection. If that is the case, I am certain that you are among those with the fewest of imperfections.
With all my heart, I am sorry for hurting you.

Yours,
Travis

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Elexis Hennigh January 10 at 12:54am
You don't even know me. You're already smothering me just with FB likes and comments. Stressing me out! It's just too much!

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Travis Levi Taylor January 10 at 1:21am Report
I know you. I know your heart. I'm alive today because of you. You saved my life, Lexie, just by being yourself. I am forever in your debt.

I'm sorry for your stress... I honestly had no idea I was making you feel that way. Believe me, you have no reason to be stressed out... absolutely none. If anybody looks like a fool, it is definitely me. Ask anybody. If you want to get to know me, I'd love to try. I realize it's not going to happen over night. Even though that's the way it was for me. I knew how I felt about you at first sight.

I will wish you good night, now. And I hope you sleep well. I know you're going to kick ass this week. I'm logging off, so if there is anything I can do for you, just call.

If you're stressing about going to sleep because I might post some more stuff on fb, I promise you I'm not going to do that. I'm logging off, now. Good Night...

Yours,

Travis

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Travis Levi Taylor January 11 at 9:35am Report
Good Morning Lexie,

I'm writing to you straight from the heart. I hope maybe you have cooled down a bit after a couple of days. I know if I were you I would have been really mad at me.

As I'm sure you know, I'm terribly flawed. But I think you're perfect. I'm crazy about you, Lexie, and I have been for a long time. I think about you a lot, and in various ways. I mean, you're everything I'm not, but wish I could be.

I think I may have told you before that I would do anything for you, and/or anything you say? I was wrong about that. I won't hurt people for you. I won't hurt you for you. Even if that's what you really, really told me or seemed to want. When I said I would die for you, what I meant was, given the unfair choice that one of us would die, and the other would live, I would do everything I know to be right to get around it, but if there was no way around it, I would choose for you to Live. Kindof like in Titanic. I mean, you know where Leonardo DiCaprio is hanging on as long as he can to Kate Winslet on that little raft? They did everything but pray together, I seem to recall... Maybe if they did, they could have found another way out?

Please forgive me, Lexie!!!

Can't you see how I really feel about you?

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Travis Levi Taylor January 12 at 7:18am Report
Morning Lexie!!

Well, it's Wednesday... and as I recall, you're doing a one week type of thing, right? So, I guess if you have like a mid-term or whatever, today, I wish you the best.

Yours,

Travis

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Elexis Hennigh January 12 at 7:26am
I am not a student, and I'd rather not get an alert every morning at 5:30am because you've sent yet another message. Not helping!!

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Travis Levi Taylor January 15 at 4:48pm Report
Happy Birthday, Lexie!

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On February 10, 2011 (modified based on information in recovered live chat message), I receive a friend requests asking to allow Travis Levi Taylor to be added as a friend on my Facebook. At this point it had been nearly a month. I figured I got my point across. So I accepted the request thinking it would be fine, and if it wasn’t I would just delete him again. That simple right?

Upon accepting the request he happens to be ‘online’ so he sends me a chat (read live chat here) thanking me for accepting his request. There is quite a bit of small talk until he decides to mention that he doesn’t think he can be ‘just friends’ with me and was relieved that I accepted his friend request anyways. I didn’t understand. He says he send a ‘message’ attached to the request which I did not read. So he said he could some it up by just saying that he couldn’t be just friends. So I reaffirm the fact that I was not asking him to dinner because I had romantic feelings for him. He was shocked. I told him I had to go and was tired of talking about this with him.
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Travis Levi Taylor February 14 at 12:34am Report
Good Evening,

Beautiful Lexie,
Won't you be my Valentine?
Please say that you will!

Elexis, I still like making haiku for you. Do you still enjoy reading them? In a way, you taught me how to do it, really. You're my inspiration.

I'm sorry about the message I sent you earlier (I just re-read it). Kinda gross! Obviously, I was a little out of it. And I think I was stressing myself out a little bit on top of that. But you know what? I'm feeling better, now. I was running a fever of almost 100 last night, but I am feeling fine, now.

How would you like to get together for lunch tomorrow? As friends... on Valentine's Day. I don't want to push or pull you, Lexie. Life does enough of that on it's own. But I am looking for someone that sees that, too. Someone I can help, and someone that can help me. And I figure, it's got to start somewhere. I enjoy writing to you, and I love hearing from you. But when you can't see the sincerity in my eyes, and the honesty of my actions, what can it mean? And I want to look into your eyes, too. And talk to you. And listen to you! I want to ask you how you're doing. I want to know what you like to eat. You said before that I don't even know you. I argued that I know your heart. I think we were both right! There's so much I don't know about you. But I believe in my heart that you are a truly excellent woman. I've seen it in your eyes, before. You don't like it when people hurt the ones you love. And you lift up the fallen, and take those who are hateful down a notch. You live up to your name.

That's why I want to be your Valentine. And that's why I want to have lunch with you. Going through this life alone, I have had to, at times, go against the flow. I learned, from the consequences of those decisions, when I was right to have done it, and when I was wrong. I would rather go with the flow, but I don't think I can do it on my own. I would like to try to go with the flow... with you. If I can prove to you that I can be a gentleman, maybe you will give me a chance to prove it again. Who knows?

You've struck me, Lexie. Like a bolt of lightning. You really are a very exciting woman. But you are also sweet, and kind- attentive and patient. I would be honored to have a chance to really get to know you.

Feel free to write me back or text me, and let me know or ask me anything you like. If you would like to have lunch tomorrow, I'm only an hour away from Stillwater.

Yours,

Travis

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Elexis Hennigh February 14 at 1:52am
Stop please!

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Travis Levi Taylor February 14 at 9:51am Report
You got it, Lexie.

I wish I only knew, more exactly, what you mean by "Stop," though. Is it that you want me to stop thinking about you? Or writing to you? Or wanting to get to know you? When it occurs to me that you just want me to stop having romantic feelings for you, my heart starts to beat heavy and slow, and I struggle to breathe. And then I realize, "Is that what she really wants?" And because I believe in you, if that's what you mean, then it has to be true. And it calms me down.

I guess I'm not much of a charmer, after all. You told me before to stay charming. And I wanted you to stay Elexis. I still do.

You're not giving me much to go on, so I have little choice but to make an assumption, here. I guess since I've been just kindof putting my heart out there on a platter for you, when you say "Stop please!" it means you aren't interested. And that's about as nice a way it can be said, I suppose. Thank You for letting me know how you feel. And I thank you for not squishing it. If that's what you really want, you got it. Some day, I believe we will both find someone we can be happy with, together. I guess that's the thing about togetherness. One can't be happy if the other is not. And I'm happy to have what I have with you!! And I never want to lose it.

Life is good. And I intend to live it.

I hope the man you really want, "the one" you told me about the other day, doesn't let this day go by without letting you know how much you mean to him. If he does, he's a damn fool.

Happy Valentine's Day, Lexie!

Your Friend Always,

Travis

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Elexis Hennigh February 14 at 10:04am
I can't believe you sent another message after I asked you to stop. I will not be nice anymore. Please end this creepy obsession.

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He then posted the Obsessed video by Mariah Carey, and I commented “How fitting.” He also refers to hoping to watch a Britney Spears video premier with me which is beyond deluded. The only reason he knows anything about that is because it is a public event created by some random person on Facebook and I clicked ‘Attending’. Wow!*********************************************************************

Travis Levi Taylor February 15 at 9:09pm Report
Lexie,

I'm deeply sorry to have lost you again. You told me to put an end to "this creepy obsession." And you said that you will "not be nice anymore." I was totally shocked! I was only trying to tell you that if you want to be friends, then I'm cool with that. If you don't want to "date" me, that's cool. But to be a true friend, I felt that I had to tell you that I had "date" feelings for you, but wanted to try to have a Valentine's Friend lunch, if you would like.

I don't believe the way I feel about you is inappropriate at all. But you expressed yourself clearly, and I just naturally tend to take your side of things. I was surprised that you commented on the Mariah Carey video. I was just trying to lighten up about myself. I don't think I'm a stalker, but you were uncomfortable, so obviously I was coming on too strong.

I guess you took me down a notch! I don't believe that by "how fitting" you meant the part where the dude got whacked by the bus. My guess is you didn't even notice that until later. Truth be told, I didn't realize that was the same guy, either, until later. After I commented "Perfect? For me?" And then I didn't see you on my friend list anymore. So I took another look at the video to see what you meant. You have a really valid point, Lexie. I'm sorry I was a jerk. I really am trying to be a better person, but I'm making a lot of mistakes. I guess I just felt abandoned and desperate and freaked out.

You deserve better treatment than that. If I had it to do over again, I would do things differently.

Can you forgive me? I will always want to be your friend. No strings attached.

Yours,

Travis

P.S. Yeah, about the Britney premiere, I was kinda hoping to watch it with you, if that's what you were thinking. I'm sure you're a better dancer than me, and I was looking forward to hearing your thoughts and opinions on the choreography. I'm expecting there to be plenty of dancing in the video.

Also, I thought the question you posted was really awesome. I probably blushed a little when I realized how it might look when I commented! My copy-and-paste didn't go over quite as popularly as yours did... but you don't have a reputation for being a jerk like I do! :) If the whole world saw my comment and thought I was in Love with You, even though we're just friends, it honestly wouldn't bother me that much. I guess I went kindof crazy after I saw another question down before, about picking a fish that you wanted, and I was wishing it was me.

One more thing- and I'm not trying to butter you up, but simply for the record- I think you're prettier than Mariah Carey.

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Elexis Hennigh February 15 at 9:27pm
Seriously you need to forget that I ever said anything to you. And stop assuming that I read these novels that you send anymore. They just piss me off. Maybe if we had a little more history than a simple dinner invite this would seem slightly appropriate and charming, but it is NOT. Its creepy and obsessive as I have already pointed out. Apparently that wasn't clue enough. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP before I have to delete my facebook profile. Please!

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I remember none of the events that Travis Levi Taylor references in his below message—being stuck in the woods, giving him a ride home when he was stranded. That doesn’t mean they didn’t occur, but they definitely aren’t a memory I have kept. If they did indeed happen, it was nearly 15 years ago. I also don’t recall working with Travis. I barely knew him.  (I guess this was misleading. I have since spoken to many friends about things that happened in high school and have decided to accept the fact that the events he describes actually did happen which makes this even more scary.
As far as barely knowing Travis...I guess its just hard to explain.  He was a fellow classmate from high school that I THOUGHT I knew when he originally reached out on Facebook. We had mutual friends in high school. He dated a good friend of mine. We worked together when I was 16. We hung out at the same places. He was always around. We never really had conversations that didn't involved other people. We never called each other up or anything like that, but I at least felt like I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He wasn't just someone I barely knew from Facebook. That's what people have got to hear and understand. When I wrote 'I barely knew him' above it was three in the morning after having just read the final letter. I was reeling from the memories he described and the sick fantasies he imagined. All I could think was I barely knew him. How could he feel this way. So that's what I wrote. At Mannford I graduated with 109 students. So you can imagine how small it was and yes everyone knew everyone. This person wasn't someone that most girls would deny a spot on their FB friends list. I'm just tired of hearing that I should have never responded or accepted his friend requests. He wasn't a stranger.)

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AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS RAUNCHY AND SCARY BEYOND ALL BELIEF. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE AWARE THAT THIS MAN IS TERRIBLY DISTURBED AND THE RELATIONSHIP HE REFERS TO IS ENTIRELY, 100%, IN HIS SICK LITTLE MIND.
I intend to report this to the police, especially since I was unable to sleep a wink after receiving this threat against my life.
What I learned: Take your phone number, email, address, etc. off of your Facebook profile period. I don’t care if it is ‘Friends Only’ private. You seriously never know who you’ll consider a ‘friend.’ This friend from high school is not a never will be my friend. (Travis obtained my address and various other locations to stalk me from the 'check-in' feature. Stop checking in unless you would welcome everyone on your friends list to show up lookin for you.)

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Travis Levi Taylor February 15 at 11:03pm Report
No. I will not allow us to go backwards, Lexie.

We have a relationship. It's a friendship, and it's a good one. One that I foolishly walked away from for too long. Or, maybe I have been obsessed all along. Maybe I was obsessed when we worked together, and you were kind, and patient and understanding. And pretty, of course. How you laughed at all my jokes, regardless of how stupid they were. Your delicate skin, and perfect, white teeth. In all honesty, I was following you that night in the woods, when you got your Tracker stuck there. I fantasized about that for weeks- and then it finally happened... you were stranded in the middle of nowhere. I could have chopped you up. Nobody ever would've known. I could have slit your throat. And drank your blood. Maybe cooked some of your parts. Fried your brain. Liver. Baked your heart, stuffed it with your pubic hair and eyelashes. Delicious, delicious eyelashes. You have such a lovely head of hair! If I had really taken my time, and had it to do over again, maybe I could've carefully scalped you. And keep your hair for me. And wear it. And a bra. And your hot cheerleader uniform. Then "LEXIE" would be on my back. And your severed breasts in the bra, jiggling sumptuously while I dance. Of course, I would have to get a tan. Your complexion is sublime.

But I couldn't have. There were witnesses, that night. Witnesses I didn't want. And so, I came up with a plan... for you to return the favour! Remember, LEXIE??? When I was CONVENIENTLY STRANDED? And you gave me a lift to my house. You were such a stupid little bitch, you were. haha!! Of course, the beautiful ones always are. But I wasn't thinking about chopping you up in that trap. I was thinking about fucking you. HARD. Remember when Brandi came on the radio? And I started singing it to you? And you looked at me like a freak? I had memorized all the words, and fantasized that you were singing it to me while I was fucking you. You would have enjoyed it, too. Your innocent brown eyes, dancing to the music while I fucked you. And we pulled into the driveway, and I forced you to sit there until the song was over... and that must have been what gave me away... because you didn't want to come in. Clever girl. What was waiting inside for you definitely would have been the END. After several hours of nonstop, screaming fun, of course. So you escaped me again. And then there were the parties. Remember the one at Tommy's? Where I was screaming "NEVER STOP FUCKING ME" to you all night? That's because in that fantasy, I was Tom Cruise. And you were Renee Zellweger. And if everyone had got as drunk as I intended, it would have been so complete. My plan was for you to be passed out drunk, as well. So you could wake up with my dick inside you, fucking you, with my tongue in your mouth. I wanted to see your eyes open, and watch you fall in love with me for fucking you so magnificently. It would have been perfect. Which is why I would have been forced to gut you with my pocket knife, and fuck your intestines while you bled to death. I fantasized about sucking the last bit of air out of your lungs while you died, eyes frozen, locked in a stare into mine. One, eternal, passionate embrace. But all the blood? I realized I needed it. I have to drink it, Lexie. And that's why you can't delete your facebook. I will not allow it. You shouldn't have been so nice to my Mother, Lexie. All the other girls just patronized her. Told her what she wanted to hear. But not you. You were sincere. Which... honestly, gave me an erection. It's coming back right now, actually. You were lucky that night. Again. Witnesses.

But you were never luckier than the night of the big coin toss. I know you remember. I saw the way you were looking at me. I had it all planned out. Every option covered. There would have been No witnesses. Remember what I SAID I was flipping the coin for? I know. Brilliant. But inside was the dark truth that I know you wanted. And I wanted you to watch. Tails: I simply kill you. Make you disappear, and get you out of my mind. Heads: I fuck you and cut off your head.

I happen to have a quarter in my hand right now...

I'm sorry Lexie. Ah, the serendipity! It's heads.

And that's why you're not going to delete your facebook. Because you know this is True Love. We'll never grow old. We'll never have grey hair or wrinkles. Children or annoying grandchildren. We will be taken by our destiny, to be forever young. And you want the world to know. It is the perfect plan, Elexis. And it is all for you. I'm going to fuck you and cut your head off. And I'm going to drive the same knife through my own heart, and we'll be together forever.

I Love You Lexie