Stalking

[Mr. Not]

QUOTE (invisibleairwaves @ Jun 26 2011, 12:34 AM)

Why bump this?

Because:

 

QUOTE (-Ender- @ Jun 26 2011, 12:21 AM)

This thread was GOLD!!!

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[JohnnyBlaze]

ahhh good 'ol Ru5h F@n. Wonder where he went.

[garbo]

Aie, these are scary to read... and old.

 

Well, I'll contribute. My stalker story (this has since resulted in a restraining order and it's why I live in the state I do now):

 

My freshman year of college I became friends with a fellow music major. We were sort of in a group of girls (not all of music majors; we all lived in the same dorm) who hung out together- one of my fondest memories was all twelve of us watching "Deliverance" late one night and screaming our heads off. She sort of attached herself to me and began telling me about her past- how she came from a small town in Texas, all of the different things she had gone through, etc. I listened and was supportive, which I figured was the only thing I could do.

 

Things started to get weird around the Christmas holiday and a little afterward. Granted, this was the year I was diagnosed with epilepsy so things were a little rough on me, but she started to do two things: a. she started telling me some rather startling things (like that she had killed a litter of kittens for one) and b. I had a boyfriend from my home town and she was getting possessive of me. On the latter note, on account of the epilepsy I needed to sleep a lot and she used to come to my room at odd hours of the night, even morning, and would knock on my door.

 

Things started to progress that March when I found biographical serial killer novels in her room as well as cutting knives (which are not permitted in college dorm rooms, at least not ours). I tried not to freak, but at the time she was going through some issues regarding her sexuality and I initially was scared she was thinking about killing herself until, well, one day some things pointed to something else. She offered to drive me to get my medication and she turned to me and said, "you know, I could drive you off the road and kill us and no one would ever know." I remember thinking, "um, get me out of the car, stat." It only got worse.

 

Prior to this I had told her some personal things because I had thought we were friends and she started using those for her own weird and sick advantage. She started telling me odd things relating to them (I don't want to get into it), but it all tied back to this: "if I can't have you, no one can" and she threatened to kill me. She actually used to sit in our public showers and wait for me in there.

 

My Poli Sci professor had been a lawyer so I ran to him for help and he took me to the campus police who ran a thorough investigation of the room and found the knives and serial killer books. They said it wasn't enough evidence to kick her out of the University (she was kicked out of the music department though), however, I had to file a restraining order and after that I was closely monitored by various people. Very scary stuff. My mom even came to stay with me for a month to help me with the restraining order and to just be moral support while I was going through all of this.

 

The final decision came when all of the stress took its toll and my seizures got worse so my neurologist, my voice teacher, and my lawyer/professor decided it would be best if I moved (I generally tell people I moved for my health, not because of the stalker-girl although if prompted I tell them the whole story).

 

After I moved, she found me and started harassing me via e-mail and facebook. I remained in contact with my professor who told me to change my e-mail to the most bizarre e-mail address I could (which it is! It's a funny e-mail address) and then my sister's ex-boyfriend helped me hide my facebook from her. So, if you ever search for me on facebook, this is the reason why I am so well hidden.

 

Since then she has only found me once and she contacted me to apologize. My hope is that she is living a happy and fulfilled life and received help for what she did.