I was right. Some drunk girl had been playing around with my phone.
She had answered messages posing as me. A whole conversation had taken place:
Him: Hey Sweetie. Haven’t talked in a while
Her: Ur right. Sup sexy?
Him: How are you?
Her: Gud, you?
Him: I’m just sitting here thinking about you. I missed you. Did you miss me?
Her: LOL. Ur funny.where are you?

Him: You know I can’t tell you that. You already went to the cops once
Her: Cops?
Him: You think I didn’t know? It took me a while to forgive you for that. Almost as long as it took me to find your new number. Did you miss me?
Her: LOL. Sure!
Him: I see you’re not at home tonight. What are you doing?
Her: U can see me?
Him: No, Jenna. I can see where you are on GPS. That’s not your house
Her: At frnds. Drinkin
Him: Are you drunk? Wait there. I will come and pick you up.
Nine minutes later, the girl finally replied.
Her: OK am sorry. This is not Jenna I found her phone
Him: You stole Jenna’s phone?!
Her: No. Borrowd it
Him: I’m coming there right now. What have you done with Jenna?
Her: Nothin! Dont come here! Your creepy
Him: I’ll kill you if you hurt her
Him: Answer me. You better not have hurt her!
Him: Bitch, you’re dead!
Her: Is tht u in the red car?
Her: Dude, ur creepy. I’m goin inside.
Her: WTF? Was tht u?
Her: K stop. I’ll leave the phegooi2362 0gm4t-my 23-y3440y=;
There were three more text messages like this, with letters and symbols, as if someone had mashed the keyboard with their fingers.
As I finished reading, the phone vibrated in my hand:
Him: Jenna. Hope you found your phone and purse okay. I have the bitch that tried to steal them.
Don’t worry, she won’t bother you again. Your lip balm tastes so good.
I can’t wait to taste it off your lips.
I burst into tears and immediately called the police again trying to explain the gravity of the situation.
A patrol car arrived about ten minutes later and the police officers found me sitting on the front lawn, sobbing.
Cacy was trying to comfort me and a bunch of party-goers gathered around me, trying to figure out what was happening.
There was a man and woman officer. The man was older and bald but the woman looked only a few years 🤒older than me and looked worried.
I tried to tell them what happened but ended up just handing them the phone while choking out things like “texting me since I was sixteen” 😱and “already went to cops” and “help her”. As soon as the police figured out what was happening, 😶they ran back to the patrol car and called it in
hours later, using GPS, they managed to locate the other phone. It was in a lake. 😑
They pulled the lifeless body of the drunk girl out of the icy water.
The phone had been stuffed half-way down her throat. When the police identified her...
it turned out I had only met her once and we only had one friend in common.
I am scared. I don't know if he is a friend or foe..
That guy has been stalking me since I'm 16🤧🤧.
Even though I didn’t know her, I went to her funeral and listened to all the kind things her friends and family said about her.
So many people loved her.
I felt terrible about what had happened.
😫 The guilt was unbearable and even though everyone told me it wasn’t my fault, I still blamed myself.
The guilt was unbearable and even though everyone told me it wasn’t my fault, I still blamed myself.
The stalker had made me feel completely vulnerable. I was afraid that he would keep on finding me.
It seemed like the nightmare would never end. I changed my number again, then I moved house.
A good friend of mine, a guy called Matt, had a two-bedroom apartment and was looking for a roommate.
I thought that would be the safest option.
For a while, it appeared that my life would go back to normal.
However, a few weeks ago, the messages started again.
In the early hours of the morning, my phone buzzed. I reached for it and read the text with tired, haunted eyes.
Him: Found you!
I stared at the screen, unable to move for a few minutes.
Him: Aren’t you going to say Hello?
Bitter tears started rolling down my cheeks.
Him: You know I hate to see you cry
I froze.
For a few moments, I didn’t breathe.
I didn’t even blink.
Slowly, I turned my head and stared in horror at my bedroom window.
Outside, on the fire escape, stood a man. He was dressed in black from head to toe and silhouetted against the street light behind him.
All I could see clearly was the palm of his hand, pressed against the window.
His hot breath was fogging up the glass.
I didn’t wait to see what would happen. Jumping out of my bed,
I ran down the hallway and burst into Matt’s room,
screaming at him to call the police.
He was jolted out of his slumber.
“Jenna, what is it?” he asked.
“The man I told you about!” I shouted in terror.
“The Stalker! He’s here! Outside my window! Call the police!”
He was too stunned to move.
I grabbed his phone and called the police myself.
As I explained what had happened, my roommate’s eyes grew wide.
He reached into his closet, grabbed a baseball bat, and set off down the hallway.
I tried to call him back, but he didn’t listen.
His footsteps came to a stop and I heard angry voices and the sounds of a struggle.
Then, there was a sickening THOCK! It sounded like wood colliding with something hard.
A muffled voice shouted my name.
I wasn’t sure who it was. I heard someone moaning in pain, followed by a loud thud.
Then the entire apartment was eerily silent.
“Matt?” I yelled. There was no answer...
Matt....
I hope...
I hope he isn't dead...
Oh God 😭