Story #1
I believe it was Sophomore year of college, back in the day was Myspace was cool. I had a public profile but only accepted friend requests from people that I knew. One day, I received a message that seemed harmless. This guy was telling me he was new to the town I lived in, told me where he worked, and his favorite types of music. I did my usual one-line-I-could-careless answers. Then he turned creepy. He started telling me about uncles who had abused him. I didn't like what I heard, so I blocked him. Apparently too little too late. He must have had my friends page up before I blocked him because he was able to send messages to some random friends, saying that if I didn't talk to him he would "spread rumors about me." So, me being stupid, unblocked him...and he sent me a message saying he was going to find me. I reported him to Myspace and didn't hear anything for SIX months. By that time I was over it. Anyway, I was so freaked out that I told my uncle, a paramedic in town, who told me he would go to the place he worked and throw tampons at him. It took me a long time to finally get over it. A few months later, my roommates car window was shot out (we went to school in a pretty ghetto place) it was totally unrelated, but I'm crazy and though otherwise. Then, I started getting phone calls from the phone company made for deaf people saying that if I hungup they would find me. Also unrelated, I'm sure. But again, freaked me out.
Story #2
When me and Danny first moved into our apartment, I had a job interview. I don't drive so I walked to the interview. In Boston (and any other place I have ever lived) I never thought anything bad would come of it. However, after I got the job I started my walk home and was chatting with my Mom on the phone. A red truck broke down next to me, I didn't think anything of it...until a woman stopped a few minutes later to say "the red truck just passed you THREE times." My Mom was like "DO NOT GET IN THE CAR!" Well, duh Mom..I'm not a dummy. The lady was like "I'll follow you to your apartment." Kinda creepy, but I believed her. Then, I saw the red truck pass me AGAIN. The lady ended up driving me to my apartment office. I waited there until I saw the truck pass for the last time and my landlord drove me home. It took me a VERY long time to get over this. I think that's the reason I got a dog (attack dog?) and wanted to learn how to shoot guns. Freaked me out SO bad.
Story #3
This past weekend we went to Myrtle Beach. We planned to spend the afternoon at the Nascar Speedway, but it was kinda lame. Me and Michelle sat at a picnic table and chatted while the guys went on some go-karts. One of the (lack of a better term) carnies started talking to us, it was harmless talk about the weather. Then the Guess Your Weight guy came over, I think he even freaked out the harmless-carnie. He started smoking a cigerette and told us that we looked familiar. We said "no, we aren't from around here." He said "that doesn't mean you can't look familiar." Um, ok freak. He went back to "work" and started HARASSING us over his megaphone. Things we think we heard: my name and my dogs name. Things I KNOW I heard: something about my knee and something about "monsters inside me." I tried turning him in but since he is contracted there was nothing that could be done. I, of course, freaked out and am still a little nervous about this. (Was he a psychic, because honestly until yesterday I never posted about my knees hurting and have never posted anything about the Monsters Inside Me. There is a reason I would never go to a psychic!)
Do I have the worst luck? Are they connected? Am I super paranoid?
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Last Day of Vacation: Myrtle Beach!
We spend a lot of time in cars, a lot. Charlotte is 4 hours. Myrtle Beach is a little over 2 hours. And we did both this week. Lots and lots of driving, two hotels, and 2 overnights stays for Miley at the kennel. We are all exhausted!
Yesterday we drove down to Myrtle Beach! Danny and Keith were so excited to go to the Nascar Raceway. One word: LAME. I don't really know what we were all expecting, but it was just like any other go-kart place. Except with more creepy people. The "Guess Your Weight" guy was a total creep. Possibly a mind reader, maybe a stalker. I don't know. But he gave me the creeps and I know he said "Oh your knees hurt? Mine too" and something about "monsters inside of you." Things I haven't told anyone or posted on any online sources. He gave me the creeps, harassed me and my sister through the megaphone and when I tried turning him in I was told "they are contracted and there is nothing we can do." I was beyond pissed. (I'm a worry wart and I'm nervous about everything..this guy pushed me over the edge.)
Yesterday we drove down to Myrtle Beach! Danny and Keith were so excited to go to the Nascar Raceway. One word: LAME. I don't really know what we were all expecting, but it was just like any other go-kart place. Except with more creepy people. The "Guess Your Weight" guy was a total creep. Possibly a mind reader, maybe a stalker. I don't know. But he gave me the creeps and I know he said "Oh your knees hurt? Mine too" and something about "monsters inside of you." Things I haven't told anyone or posted on any online sources. He gave me the creeps, harassed me and my sister through the megaphone and when I tried turning him in I was told "they are contracted and there is nothing we can do." I was beyond pissed. (I'm a worry wart and I'm nervous about everything..this guy pushed me over the edge.)
if you look closely, you can see the creep!
We went to Medieval Times. I've seen the show so many times now, but it was Keith's first time. Michelle is a vegetarian so we were all curious to see what she would be served. We all had chicken, ribs, soup...no silverware. Michelle got hummus, pita bread, grilled veggies, rice and silverware! It looked so good! We had the yellow knight (again) this time he lost! If you have never been to the show, I highly recommend it!
We walked around Broadway, did some shopping and we got caricatures done! It came out so good!
Our last stop in Myrtle Beach was Ripley's Believe It or Not! I'm not sure if I believe most of it, but it's still a pretty cool place!
We headed back to the hotel..I think we were there for about 5 seconds before I passed out. It was a long week and we had to be up super early this morning! The alarm went off at 7, we threw on some clothes and then we all parted ways. I had such a great (and exhausting) week with my sister and Keith! I wish it could have lasted a little longer!
Oh, Hi Creepy Man
So...
I got the job. And it's PERFECT for me. Baking bread and decorating cakes. Yep, perfect.
Oh, except I'm retarded and didn't get my license when I was 16 and have to walk to work. I actually like walking, means I won't have to workout.
On my brisk walk back to our place a man in a red truck stalled out next to me. No big deal. I was talking to Mom on the phone, didn't think anything of it. Until later in the walk a woman pulled up next to me and asked if I needed a ride "uh, no thanks.." And she's all "um, that guy that stalled out just passed 2 more times." And then I was creeped out. I have this lady telling me some dude is creeping me and my Mom yelling at me over the phone not to get in the car. I gave my phone to the lady to figure something out, and they agreed she would follow me. It was kinda weird, I did my Bostonian walk...until I saw the truck AGAIN. Now I'm freaaaaaked out. I ask the lady if that was the same truck and she's all "YES!" So, I get in her nice minivan (God, readers..don't ever do that..on any normal day I WOULDN'T!) and I have her drop me off at the lobby to our apartment (I also got her name and number. Why? I'm not sure. It seemed like something your supposed to do when a nice lady helps you out.) I'm 95% certain the guy didn't see where I was going, because while I was inside I saw him creep by AGAIN. Twenty minutes later my very nice landlord drove me to my apartment. She also said she would tell maintenance about the creepster. About an hour later....I saw the sheriff drive by.
So, needless to say. I'm getting my license before I get a job. And yes, I'm still freaked out.
I got the job. And it's PERFECT for me. Baking bread and decorating cakes. Yep, perfect.
Oh, except I'm retarded and didn't get my license when I was 16 and have to walk to work. I actually like walking, means I won't have to workout.
On my brisk walk back to our place a man in a red truck stalled out next to me. No big deal. I was talking to Mom on the phone, didn't think anything of it. Until later in the walk a woman pulled up next to me and asked if I needed a ride "uh, no thanks.." And she's all "um, that guy that stalled out just passed 2 more times." And then I was creeped out. I have this lady telling me some dude is creeping me and my Mom yelling at me over the phone not to get in the car. I gave my phone to the lady to figure something out, and they agreed she would follow me. It was kinda weird, I did my Bostonian walk...until I saw the truck AGAIN. Now I'm freaaaaaked out. I ask the lady if that was the same truck and she's all "YES!" So, I get in her nice minivan (God, readers..don't ever do that..on any normal day I WOULDN'T!) and I have her drop me off at the lobby to our apartment (I also got her name and number. Why? I'm not sure. It seemed like something your supposed to do when a nice lady helps you out.) I'm 95% certain the guy didn't see where I was going, because while I was inside I saw him creep by AGAIN. Twenty minutes later my very nice landlord drove me to my apartment. She also said she would tell maintenance about the creepster. About an hour later....I saw the sheriff drive by.
So, needless to say. I'm getting my license before I get a job. And yes, I'm still freaked out.
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