In 2009, I Delivered Pizza Boxes to Diddy’s Mansion, and It Became My Nightmare.

In 2009, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I took on an unusual delivery job that would haunt me for years to come.

At the time, I was working as a courier, taking odd jobs to make ends meet after the recession hit.

It wasn’t glamorous work—far from it—but it kept a roof over my head and food in my stomach.

Like many others, I had to do what I could to survive. But nothing could prepare me for the nightmarish experience that would unfold when I was asked to deliver a batch of pizza boxes to a mansion that, at the time, was whispered about in the shadows of celebrity gossip. It belonged to none other than Diddy, a man whose empire stretched far beyond the music world.

It started like any other day. My boss called me with an assignment, asking me to deliver a stack of pizza boxes to a mansion on the outskirts of the city. Nothing unusual, at least not at first. He handed me the delivery address, and when I looked at it, my stomach dropped. The mansion was rumored to belong to Diddy. The kind of mansion with more mystery surrounding it than the most famous Hollywood celebrities.

I loaded the pizza boxes into my van, feeling uneasy about the whole situation but needing the paycheck. I cracked open a Monster energy drink to fuel me for the drive. It was a long way out, winding through deserted roads and darkening woods. The mansion was miles from any familiar streets, isolated and intimidating.