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Have any of you ever been stalked? Well, today I’m going to depart from my more usual Native American blogs to tell you a true story. If you guessed it’s about being stalked, you’re right.
It’s my own story…
Don’t think I blogged about this last year. I think I said something about it, but not the entire episode, so I thought I’d go back to about this time last year, and a story that continues to send chills up and down my spine.
I love this time of year. Something about the scent of the leaves in the air and the leaves falling that is so beautiful. And so this story rather flies in the face of that love — if only because it had happened last year, about mid-October, and now again this year in November.
Last year it centered around our dog, who is part collie and part…well, we don’t know — something big, though. But our dog is beautiful and a good friend, but he’s a bit of a woose — if you know what I mean. It happened in the evening when it was very dark out, and my husband was out of town. I had come home to walk the dog and I couldn’t find his leash. I finally found it wrapped extraordinarily neatly around a tie in the ground. And when I say neatly, I mean extra neatly. Even I, later during the day, couldn’t wrap it so neatly around that tie.
Not thinking too much about it, I took the dog for a walk and came back and began to feel chills up and down my spine. Then I remembered that the previous day, his leash (which we had kept outside then) had been very, very neatly tied in a gorgeous knot. At the time, I hadn’t thought much about it, but then it occurred to me that only a human hand could have tied that knot, or wound that leash around a tie in the ground as neat as a pin.
Not wishing to be at a disadvantage, I ran into the house, got out my gun and took out a magazine as fast as I could. Then it occurred to me that perhaps I should call the police.
I think it’s a tribute to the police that someone did come to the house and have a look at what was going on. But there wasn’t much to go on, except that during all of this, our dog didn’t let out so much as a peep. And he’s a big dog.
This was on a Friday. On Saturday, I went and bought a surveillance system and put it up myself. I put signs up on our property saying that the system was up and running.
The next morning I awoke to the vision of our huge pots that had tomatoes and peppers in them, being turned over and dragged over the ground. Someone had been angry. I also found that the surveillance system’s wires had been disconnected.
Another call to the police and this time a report filed since damage had now been done to the property. Still, I thought that I was fairly safe. I am trained on how to shoot and hit a target, so I wasn’t too worried. Except the next day, I found our dog’s leash tied again very, very neatly — only this time in a noose.
That did it. I figured that was a real threat. I got myself to a safe place, and waited for my husband to return. Upon his return he put up a huge, complex surveillance system and he put up bright lights all around our house that still, to this day, shine 24/7.
It all stopped. Yea. I thought it had come to an end.
And then today happened. My husband is again out of town. We have a white fence in front of our home. I’d put a little fall display out there — just for the beauty of it. You know, the flowers or shrubs, the corn cobs, and I’d put 5 pumpkins all in a nice row, next to the shrubs and flowers. About 3 days ago I noticed that one of the pumpkins was gone and I thought I was going to buy another one soon — just to put the beauty back in place. Last night I had come home late, due to birthday parties and such, and noticed the pumpkin gone again, and thought that tomorrow, I really had to go and buy another pumpkin.
So this morning as I was pulling out of my drive, on my way to work, I noticed that the pumpkin was back — neatly, extremely neatly put back exactly in the place where it had once been. But it looked different.
The stem had been pulled off complete — not cut off — pulled off and the pumpkin was skinned…skinned. Now that’s hard to do. But it had been done, and then placed exactly where it had once been.
The stalker is back.
So I’m again in a safe place, and awaiting my husband to come home soon. But it is freaky. Really freaky.
I guess my question to you is — have you ever been stalked? I must admit that I don’t like this at all. In fact, I think the whole thing is rather sick, and the person doing it is quite insane, which is also scary.
So…what do you think? What would you do? Let me know. Leave a comment.