Creepers and Whatnot

So, for the past couple of days (maybe about a week) I've been recieving withheld calls...you know, the ones where they use *67 so that the person won't know who's calling. The first one or two times, I took it lightly, thinking it was just some random friend trying to prank call me. On one of these occasions, I happened to be talking to a friend of mine on Facebook and told her I heard voices on the other end when I picked up, but no one would answer when I demanded to know who it was. She suggested it was probably just a friend trying to conceal himself when he couldn't contain his laughter. Believable theory, right? I thought so too, so I let it go.

But these calls continued. Each time the number was withheld and I could hear voices on the other end. I would get them day and night -- around 8 AM and 9-12 PM a series of calls would come...say about 5 calls in a row each time. I started ignoring them like any other responsible person.

Then came THAT night...just a couple night ago in fact. It was around midnight and after receiving a string of calls, I finally picked one up and listened. I heard those darn voices again. Instead of saying "hello" into the phone countless times, I went straight to saying that I heard voices. I was in the middle of a mad spiel, going on about how I was tired of the person calling and how I didn't want them to be calling again -- and that's when he first spoke. His voice, so sudden, shocked me into a moment of silence at first. Millions of things ran through my mind in that moment and it finally hit me that I wasn't merely being pestered by some friend with nothing better to do. Oh no, instead, I was being stalked in a mild form.

Needless to say, I didn't recognize the voice. It was deep and had a southern drawl. For some reason, the image of an Amwerican soldier who fought in the Vietnam War came to mind...irrational, I know. This was no boy, it was a man, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. It scared the crap out of me.

After I'd recovered from my moment of weakness, I demanded to know who he was, why he was calling me, if I knew him, etc. In the middle of my tirade of questions and demands, he murmured one muffled sentence. I asked what he'd said, told him he had to speak clearly. He spoke again...he said my voice was sexy.

Now ladies and gentlemen, I am no fool. I've heard my voice on the phone before...I sound like an overgrown child to be honest. His statement just gave me that creeperish feeling. That's when I full on demanded that ne never call me again or else I'd called the police....I know, I should've done that in the first place. He said one more thing and hung up -- "I'm not going to stop calling you."

After that, I did what any girl under stress and fear would've done. I cried, I bawled my eyes out. I tried calling the one friend from earlier who had suggested it was just another prank-caller trying to muffle his laughing. She was either asleep or her phone wasn't with her. I left a message then tried calling her again, but my finger slipped and I called another friend. I realized this and ended the call, only to call back and leave another message. Next, I tried calling my cousin. Again, no response. At this point, I was completely irrational. I was crying harder for inexplicable reasons. Finally, I got a call. Afraid it was the stalker, I almost didn't pick up. But then I dared to look at the caller I.D. and saw it was the second friend I'd called. I picked up.

At first, I could barely talk audibly. After he'd finally gotten me to calm down a little, we went over ways to get rid of the anonymous caller once and for all. I admit, a lot of it was common sense. I guess I just didn't think of it in my state of confusion and fear. Silly me, getting worked up over something that could easily be solved.

All in all, I guess I learned a lot from this situation. Mostly though, I've learned how much I value my friends and how much they value me. The first friend offered to use Vietnamese guerilla war tactics on him and bury his face in Indian spices if we ever found out who he was. The one that calmed me down offered the assistance of his whole wrestling team (which I manage) if things got worse. These may not be the most plausible solutions, but they made me laugh at a time where I was so rung up I could barely breathe properly.

Well, I guess the moral of this whole story is to be smart and be safe. If you get repeated calls, ignore them. If they keep coming, turn your phone off until you need to use it. And don't talk to strangers! It's as simple as that. :D

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