Keeley Houghton, 18, of Malvern, Worcestershire, has been sentenced to three months in a young offenders' institution after she posted a message saying that she would kill Emily Moore. She pleaded guilty to harassment.
On 12 July, Houghton updated her status on Facebook to read: "Keeley is going to murder the bitch. She is an actress. What a fucking liberty. Emily Fuckhead Moore."
Moore, also 18, had been victimised by Houghton for four years, the court heard, and had previously suffered a physical assault as well as damage to her home.
Worcester magistrates court heard how two days before the threat was made, Moore was in The Vaults pub in Malvern when she saw Houghton staring at her. Sara Stock, prosecuting, said: "Later when Emily was sitting on her own the defendant came over and sat next to her and asked her: 'Are you Emily Moore? Can I have a huggle?' Emily told the defendant to leave her alone otherwise she would call the police. Keeley then told her: 'I'll give you something to ring the police about.' "
Houghton wept throughout the 15-minute hearing. The court was told she had two previous convictions in connection with Moore. In 2005 she was convicted of assaulting her as she walked home from school and was subsequently expelled from school. Two years later she was convicted of causing criminal damage after kicking Moore's front door.
District judge Bruce Morgan told her: "Bullies are by their nature cowards, in school and society. The evil, odious effects of being bullied stay with you for life. On this day you did an act of gratuitous nastiness to satisfy your own twisted nature."
Houghton, who is unemployed, was also issued with a restraining order banning her from contacting Moore.
The court heard how she told police that she wrote the death threats while she was drunk late at night and had no memory of it. But when police examined internet records they discovered Houghton wrote the comments at 4pm on 12 July and kept them on her Facebook page for 24 hours. At an earlier hearing Houghton defended herself and told magistrates: "I'm here for trying to apologise. She threatened to call the police and all I was doing was saying sorry."
Edward Gaynor-Smith, defending, told the court Houghton now "fully admitted her involvement" in the case.
The Metropolitan police has hired a consultancy to help monitor social networking sites for evidence of crime. 2. Teens Suicide Caused By Facebook Bullies
Fifteen year old Holly Grogan was tormented and tortured by bullies at school she changed schools to try and get away from the bullies. But, the name calling and the bulling followed her there, they left nasty messages on her Facebook social networking account and this was all too much for Holly who on Wednesday September 16, 2009, went to a dual carriageway and jumped 30ft from a road bridge that was near her home. After the fall she was hit by passing traffic and died.
As can be expected reports are saying that Anita and Steven Grogan from Longleven, Gloucester, are said to be 'devastated by the death of their daugher' which was as a result of her being bullied and tortured at school and through Facebook were she was sent lots of abusive and nasty messages posted to her Facebook Wall.
One friend of Holly's 16 year old Chloe told a 'Daily Mail Newspaper' reporter about the fee paying catholic school that Holly had left to try to escape from the bullies who were making life unbearable for her. Chloe also said 'Holly always had a big smile and she always did really well in school and the other girls were always picking on her. She wasn't very confident and that was part of the problem. The girls would gang up on her and call her names and she never had anything to say back, because she would just freeze up. They would leave messages on her Facebook wall calling her names, though they have probably deleted them all now. Chloe also told the reporter that the bullies at her old school just told their friends at her new school to keep on bulling her and they did. Supposedly their was a girl at school that use to bully her was crying because of what happened to Holly. But, its a little late to be crying about the bullying now'.
There has been many tribute messages left at a local newspaper website. One of the messages from Tom her 17 year old brother said 'that her family loved her to bits'. Holly's parents said in a statement 'Holly had a beautiful smile and infectious laugh and would be remembered by everyone who was proud of her and had the privilege of knowing her'.
The head teacher at St Edwards, Holly's School, said 'staff and students were shocked by the news' but would not comment on whether staff knew about the bullying that Holly was going through.
3. Creepy Facebook Stalkers
I think Facebook is a good vehicle for creepy people. They don't need to be brazen at all to facebook stalk you, and all they need is a first and last name. When I first joined facebook, I left my profile to be found by anyone. That was a mistake. I got two messages from two different Turkish men asking me to marry them. After that, I blocked them and changed my profile so it could only be found by friends of my friends.
Recently, I changed it back since people I knew were having a hard time finding me. I wish there was a way so that you have to send me a message in order to send a friends request. The day I changed my profile to being able to be found by anyone was the day I regreted it. I got a strange person asking to be my friend. I didn't know him, and he had about 6 friends. I asked how he knew me or why he added me. He said that he was a nature photographer, and knew I was too. Short story, I am not a 'nature photographer' I sometimes photograph insects and other things with my macro lens. He said he was going to post some photos, and nothing sexual, he was married. He deleted that comment and changed it to "I'm going to post some photos, maybe we can exchange photos. I am only interested in doing this as a professional" I thought that was a bit strange. Stranger was when he posted photos with wildly different styles, and stranger was I found them all on one website. All of them were taken from different photographers. I confronted him on this and all he did was delete them, so I deleted and blocked him. What a weird guy.
4. Beware of Facebook Stalkers
A while back, I received a friend request from a guy whom I had been acquainted with in high school. He and I weren't in the same circle of friends back then, but we shared a few classes and passing conversations together over the years. I decided to add him and we started to reminisce about "the good old days" and catch up on the latest happenings of our former classmates.
Soon enough, we found ourselves messaging each other just about every day and he soon asked me out on a date. I enjoyed our conversations together and thought that we might actually hit it off. Unfortunately, our in-person rendezvous was a complete disaster.
Afterward, I decided to back off and not speak to him for a while. I hoped that he would get the hint that I wasn't really interested in continuing our chats. Even with my attempt at avoiding him, however, I kept bumping into him around town. He seemed to catch me at random locations like the grocery store or my gym. Strangely, we had never run into each other like that before we started speaking online.
When he ran into me at a club outside of town, I realized that these were no accidental meetings. Every time he ran into me, I had just mentioned going to that place on my Facebook status or a friend had posted a message on my wall implying my location.
He had been tracking me via the internet for over a month after that date. Needless to say, I deleted him from my friends list immediately, secured my profile and posted a status update to warn all my friends about him.
5. Cold Turkey for a Facebook Addict
I'd done it. My (virtual) life was over. After two years on the online social networking site Facebook, I'd taken the plunge and killed off my account - in Facebook speak, I was "deactivated".
It hadn't all been bad; we'd had some good times. I'd enjoyed a bit of snooping as much as the next person and found it useful enough as a way to check out potential love interests, flog unwanted stuff and organise the odd shindig or three.
As a newbie to online social networking, my first few forays into Facebook had been cautious and brief. It had been a guilty pleasure - an enjoyable escape which tapped into a basic urge to share and compare.
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But over two years, I'd turned into a Facebook fiend, uploading over 30 photograph albums, posting countless inane status updates and acquiring hundreds of online "friends" (350, to be exact).
I'd got sucked into semi-stalkerdom and felt something akin to separation anxiety if I ever found myself offline for more than a few hours. What had been my favourite waste of time had morphed into a demanding and anti-social addiction.
The turning point came when I completely forgot about a long-planned reunion with a friend one evening because I'd been sidetracked by mindless Facebook mulling. This is ridiculous, I thought. Surely social networking was supposed to enhance my social life, not to trash it?
And the whole set-up had started to grate: so much pathetic posturing, fakery and careful cultivating of one's online "brand". People posted anything and everything, surrendering their own privacy and that of their friends. I didn't NEED to see pictures of strangers' weddings or the drunken holiday antics of mates' mates.
'Liberated'
I told myself that I'd managed perfectly well pre-Facebook and resolved to return to simpler times. I would still keep in touch with people I liked. I had a mobile and I was perfectly capable of bashing out an e-mail or penning a letter. And so I decided to deactivate. It only took a few clicks and was pretty painless.
Facebook demanded to know why I'd left - it even gave me a helpful little list of possible reasons why I might have fallen out of love and suggested ways around them.
But my mind had been made up. I wanted to see if I could cope without - for at least a week. It gave me the option to return at any time and resurrect my account, but I felt liberated.
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One person, who thought I'd removed them alone from my list of Facebook friends, sent me an anxious text message, citing - and apologising for - all the things they had done which might have offended me and prompted a "de-friending".
Leaving Facebook was clearly seen as a BIG deal to them, indicative of something being "not quite right". I was flattered that people cared about me and felt a little ache for the ol' Facebook camaraderie.
Of course, not everyone worried about my departure - or even noticed. One of my flatmates was perplexed after seeing that their Facebook friend count reduced by one, but hadn't investigated who might have gone AWOL.
But one day into Facebook cold turkey and my fingers had itched to log back on. I felt bereft and out of the loop. I missed the online chatter of which I had become so contemptuous.
'Lazy'
Sure, I could have messaged people direct, but that is the beauty of social networking sites - while they make spies/personal detectives of us all, they also cater to the lazy. They allow you to be passive, throwing information at you which would otherwise take time and effort to seek out.
Facebook had made one-stop communication so easy and many of my friends were devotees; some only communicated via the site. Would people invite me to events if it meant they had to send me a separate invite rather than include me in a Facebook scattergun missive?
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I thought I'd enjoy bags of free time in a Facebook-free life, but instead I've just reverted to other distractions, like trashy celeb magazines.
And, even though I couldn't be actively involved in its machinations, I still found myself gassing about Facebook. I might not have been frittering away hours browsing its pages, but the site - and my departure from it - became my favourite topics of conversation. What did other people think about Facebook? What did they think about me leaving?
I found myself leaping on any Facebook-related story in the news with disproportionate enthusiasm. It proved hard to let go completely. The break (up) was tough and eventually - well, after just 10 days to be honest - I found myself reactivating my account.
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My world hadn't fallen apart by going offline. I managed to stay in touch with the people I cared about, even if took a little more energy on my part (although I never did get round to penning any letters).
But absence had made the heart grow a little fonder. My package holiday-sized abstention reminded me how useful Facebook could be, particularly for organising and remembering events.
I confess my heartbeat had quickened a little when I logged in. When my homepage fired up, I'd felt a small surge of joy at being reunited with my long-lost friend(s). I was back and I was downright curious: what had I missed?
Not a huge amount as it turned out. It was like I'd never been away: acres of holiday snaps, numerous links to interesting news stories and YouTube marvels, and some funny/not-so-funny status updates.
I logged out within a few minutes. I've been back since, uploaded some pictures, dashed off a few messages, commented on a few links and acquired a couple of new Facebook friends.
But I no longer had the same urge to plunder the latest online goings-on and see what people are up to quite so regularly. I knew I could cope without Facebook - just. And if it all gets too much and I feel myself slipping back to my old ways, I can always take another break.