The stalker


Going back a few posts, I did mention that this blog would be an attempt to share some of the unusual things that have happened to me. I was going through some old pictures I found in a folder online and I came across this one. The story behind it is insane. 

Sometime ago I was dating a woman who is a well known model. I will not give her name. At the time she lived in London. She had a guy who was stalking her. Actually there were quite a few but this one in particular was insane. 

We created a fake Facebook account so that she could interact with me online and get to know things about me and my family without anyone knowing who she really was. Apparently this guy had gotten someone to hack that account. One day we were having a conversation on the phone and I noticed that she was online at the same time. I mentioned this to her and she thought I was crazy. So I sent her an instant message saying something smart like this is me who are you? The person replied, It’s me. So as I’m talking to her on the phone I’m saying to her why are you playing games? She insisted that she was not online, in fact she was not even near a computer. Once it became aware to me that she wasn’t lying I suddenly realized that she had been hacked. So I asked the person again who is this? And the person gave me his real name. I asked him why was he doing this? He said that he wanted to find out “who she was fucking”. She immediately panicked and told me to stop talking to him. He was someone that had been stalking her to a point where she had to get an order of protection. (It’s called something else in the UK but I can’t remember the name of it right now). I ended the conversation after threatening him and then I told her that she should log on as soon as she could and change her password. The only upside was the fact that we used this account just for us, so I was the only person on her friend list. She changed the password and was very upset over what happened. I thought that this would be the end, but it was just the beginning. A couple of days later she texted me a message saying thank you for the gift. I was confused because I hadn’t bought her anything. She thought I was playing games with her and insisted that I stop playing around. I was like, what are you talking about? Apparently she received a gift delivered to her apartment that said it was from me, complete with a card and a receipt that had my name on it. If you look at the picture carefully you will see my name on the bottom of that receipt. This caused me to freak out because then I started wondering if this guy had hacked my account. I spent the next couple of weeks on edge wondering what the fuck would happen next.