I met Ghislaine Maxwell and later on was in contact with her

I’ve hesitated to write this because it feels surreal, but with the recent resurgence of the maxwellhill discussions, I can’t shake a few personal memories.

In 2010, when I was younger, I was in New Hampshire with my grandmother, who was battling cancer at the time. Through circumstances I won’t go into here, we briefly met Ghislaine Maxwell in a public area, while she was taking pictures with some people. She was unexpectedly warm, hugged my grandmother after a brief convo about cancer, and even commented positively on my alternative style. At the time, it felt like a small, human moment with a celebrity, nothing more.

In 2015, years later, I saw her again from a distance at a TerraMar-related presentation. I was there with my ex. We didn’t speak to her, but I clearly remember recognizing her and feeling that odd sense of familiarity. Later on i realised that this was indeed THE Ghislaine we met all the way back then.

Then in 2020, I joined Reddit. On an old account, I ended up in a disagreement under a post about ocean pollution with the user u/maxwellhill. I criticized one of the sources they used. The discussion moved to DMs, where things de-escalated quickly. We found common ground in our shared concern for the ocean and environmental protection, exchanged a few calm messages, and that was it. Nothing dramatic. Nothing personal.

Two months later, Ghislaine Maxwell was arrested and now we all know who she really was.

Years after that, theories started circulating that maxwellhill may have been her account. I want to be very clear: I’m aware this has not been officially confirmed, despite recent claims and renewed speculation. Still, seeing the theory resurface has left me deeply uneasy.
Not because I think my experience “proves” anything—but because it connects very ordinary, human interactions in my life to something profoundly dark and disturbing in retrospect.
I don’t know what’s true. I’m not claiming certainty. I just know that revisiting these memories now feels unsettling in a way I can’t fully explain.

I’m sharing this because sometimes the strangest part of these cases isn’t the big revelations but how close they brush past normal life without you realizing it at the time.