I don’t think I ever really explained the stalker I had in high school so I figure I’ll do it now. At this point it seems to surreal it’s almost like it happened to someone else. I just don’t understand why anyone would stalk me :dunno:
I was in the last few months of high school and as many of you know it can be a tough time as it is with such a huge life change on the horizon. I was dating my then boyfriend NIN and was involved (as I was most of high school) with the marching band.
I think it started with a phone call from a friend of my ex-boyfriend Squid who was a freshman and in the marching band as well. She called to ask me if I’d ever slept with Squid and I think I told her it was none of her business. I couldn’t figure out why she was asking me when it was at that point like two years since I’d dated him and he was already with someone else.
I then started getting letters in the mail. The letters were written very carefully with no return address or name. They usually called me names such as slut, cunt or bitch. She even went so far as to send a letter to my then boyfriend to ask him if he knew what a slut his girlfriend was and if I gave good blowjobs.
Not that it matters but at that point I was actually pretty unexperienced and in the great scheme of things hadn’t done much sexually. It was all so bizarre to me. I wasn’t popular and I really wasn’t the kind of girl that stood out. The only thing I could imagine was she seemed to be jealous I dated Squid and probably that I was currently dating NIN.
Her letters often noted certain days she planned to kill me. She once said something about it being Good FridayÃ‚Â and that it would be my last. I actually had police outside my senior prom because in a letter she threatened to kill me there. At that point (after about 15 letters) they would go straight to the police and I didn’t even read them. I’m sure it would have soured my prom experience if I’d known.
I also started getting phone calls from guys saying a note was left on their car to “call [number] for a good time.” I would sometimes be woken up on a Saturday morning with a call like that. Just before I left for my graduation I got the last call from some old guy telling me about a note left on his car but at least he was nice about it.
I can’t tell you how many times I burst into tears because of all this. Not because I really feared for my life but because someone put in such an effort to harass me. I couldn’t understand why I deserved this and it really caused a lot of emotional distress for the last few months of high school for me.
Believe it or not she was never caught. I told the police who I believe it was and they brought her in. They told me she went on and on about how wonderful and beautiful I was. I told them I thought it was a bit strange she had such strong feelings for me and barely knew me. Oh and none of the letters had any finger prints on them :sigh:
So I went on with the rest of my life and filed it in the “crazy shit” chapter of my life. After talking to some people who knew her she had a lot of mental problems and had actually been in a mental institution at one point. I also found out I wasn’t the only one to ever get a letter like that, I was just the only one at the time to get so many for such a long period of time.
Thinking about it now I can’t believe I didn’t fight it harder but I suppose nobody really took it seriously. Good thing her bark was worse than her bite but I really hope she never actually ended up hurting anyone.