-jbd-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana Apr 2026

You never really notice the little things about a person until you’re tied to a chair in their basement.

It started with a knock. Tuesday evening, just after 8 p.m. Rain was coming down hard. Hana stood at my door, soaked through, asking to borrow a phone charger. Her voice shook — said her power had gone out, and she needed to call her mom. I didn’t think twice. I let her in. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

“You’re number 202,” she said calmly. You never really notice the little things about

She doesn’t yell. She doesn’t hit. She just asks questions. Endless questions. What keeps you up at night? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Who would miss you if you disappeared? Rain was coming down hard

Don’t answer the knock. End of entry.

Over the past two days, I’ve learned a few things. She’s done this before. The notebook is filled with names, dates, and entries labeled “JBD” — her personal case files. She calls herself a “collector.” Not of things. Of people. Of their fears.

I remember the sting in my neck. A needle. Then the floor rushing up to meet me.