TRUE STORY- I HAD A STALKER
This is a true story of something that happened to me recently - really scary. I don't think this will happen to you, this was just for "revenge" so don't worry :) IT'S OVER NOW, EVEN THOUGH THIS WAS SUCH A LIFE CHANGING THING. ENJOY!!!
I sat in my room, on the phone with Alexa, as we did homework together.
"I don't get number eight. Do you add or subtract X?" Alexa questioned.
"I don't get it either. Let's just leave it blank." A beeping started to come from the phone.
"Hold on Alexa, I have another call." I pressed SEND. "Hello?"
I heard nothing.
"Um... Hello?"
Again, nothing.
I hung up.
"Sorry, Alexa. Where were we?"
We continued talking about our math homework, when I got another call.
"Haha, Alexa, I have another call." I tried to hide my small fear growing inside me. "Sorry. Just hold on another second."
I pressed SEND again, taking a deep breath and telling myself to relax.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Please stop calling me if you're not going to answer. It's not funny." I hung up, laughing with Alexa how people kept calling me. I told her I had to go.
Right when I put my phone down, I waited, so maybe this time I could see who was calling.
When I was about to walk out of my room and get my mind off this weird caller, I heard a marimba playing, which was my ringtone on my phone. I charged towards my phone, as if I was afraid the caller would hang up after one ring.
I half expected the number to be restricted.
It wasn't. It was a bunch of jumbled numbers, without dashes. I never saw a number like that before.
Stupid enough, I picked up.
"What do you want?" I asked rudely.
Nothing.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed into the phone, and threw it on the bed.
I marched over to my desk, my nerves rising, but then realized it was probably a prank call from one of the "It" Girls in my school.
This made me calm down.
I sat down to start my English assignment: writing a letter to myself in my senior year.
"Haley ********* (last name)." I said as I wrote it down. "78, ********* Lane, New York." I also wrote my address.
"Dear Myself, How's senior Year? I-"
I stopped talking out loud when I heard a beep.
Silence.
I ignored it, and kept writing. Then I heard that long, annoying tone from your phone that tells you that you are disconnecting from the person you were calling.
With dread running through my veins, I walked over to my bed, looking down at my Blackberry.
I had left my phone on this whole time.
"I don't get number eight. Do you add or subtract X?" Alexa questioned.
"I don't get it either. Let's just leave it blank." A beeping started to come from the phone.
"Hold on Alexa, I have another call." I pressed SEND. "Hello?"
I heard nothing.
"Um... Hello?"
Again, nothing.
I hung up.
"Sorry, Alexa. Where were we?"
We continued talking about our math homework, when I got another call.
"Haha, Alexa, I have another call." I tried to hide my small fear growing inside me. "Sorry. Just hold on another second."
I pressed SEND again, taking a deep breath and telling myself to relax.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Please stop calling me if you're not going to answer. It's not funny." I hung up, laughing with Alexa how people kept calling me. I told her I had to go.
Right when I put my phone down, I waited, so maybe this time I could see who was calling.
When I was about to walk out of my room and get my mind off this weird caller, I heard a marimba playing, which was my ringtone on my phone. I charged towards my phone, as if I was afraid the caller would hang up after one ring.
I half expected the number to be restricted.
It wasn't. It was a bunch of jumbled numbers, without dashes. I never saw a number like that before.
Stupid enough, I picked up.
"What do you want?" I asked rudely.
Nothing.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed into the phone, and threw it on the bed.
I marched over to my desk, my nerves rising, but then realized it was probably a prank call from one of the "It" Girls in my school.
This made me calm down.
I sat down to start my English assignment: writing a letter to myself in my senior year.
"Haley ********* (last name)." I said as I wrote it down. "78, ********* Lane, New York." I also wrote my address.
"Dear Myself, How's senior Year? I-"
I stopped talking out loud when I heard a beep.
Silence.
I ignored it, and kept writing. Then I heard that long, annoying tone from your phone that tells you that you are disconnecting from the person you were calling.
With dread running through my veins, I walked over to my bed, looking down at my Blackberry.
I had left my phone on this whole time.
23 Comments
The last part sent chills down my spine!!
:O OMGG!!! I shuddered
eeesh O_o
keep writing dude i wanna know what happens
You know it's more than likely to be a telemarketer, right?
actually, there is more to the story, and that's what I kind of thought at first. it gets so much worse. I wish it was a telemarketer, LOL :)
Or someone who dialed the wrong number?
shutup a telemarketer or a dumbass who cant use a phone wouldnt stalk her
And happening to call her, realize "oh wait, I'm about to enter conversation, which doesn't seem to be going well and either isn't a good idea given what people think of telemarketers, or isn't the right person [okay, this second one is more likely.] and therefore isn't going to be someone I'll talk to right off the bat."
Come to think of it, the prank idea isn't very unlikely either--the pranksters could just have left THEIR phone on as well.
The point is, before one immediately calls stalking, one should review the other options.
oh. my. god. That's CREEPY!!!
Well, that was just the first chapter, there's more. And I WAS being stalked. So thank you, Dread King of the Flies, for telling me how to write my story.
When I see more I'll believe you.
see the two more chapters? yeah. it's real. why are you being so stubborn about this?
I'm not. I didn't know there were two more chapters, thus, I didn't see.
That said, till I read them there is still a sliver of doubt in my mind. But it's less so.