I spent over two hours waiting to speak with a police detective about my stalker. I knew they would not be able to help me out, especially since I don't know who my stalker is at this point in time. I believe it's the guy who showed up at my snow party, who no one knew. Since I have no evidence or proof there's nothing I can do. Jim, the detective, told me to keep on the lookout, because he thinks the stalker is very close by. I told him about the harassing messages, but since the number on the caller id reads private, there's no way to trace it. He sent someone over to my apartment to write up a police report about my lock, so at least that's documented. I took plenty of photos and have kept all the messages.
Basically, I have to wait for the prick to strike, and bust his ass.
UPDATE: 3-11 8:11 AM
Sam walked me home last night, and we both noticed a guy was following us about three hundred feet away, opposite side of the street. All of a sudden Sam dashed across the street to catch him and they both raced around the corner, out of sight. Sam returned a couple of minutes later. He could not catch up with him, but he managed to get a vague description of the dude. He says he's quite tall, dark hair, and slim. He was wearing an old-school Adidas track suit, black with white trim. Needless to say, Sam slept over last night.
Before gossip spreads...he slept on the couch.
Also, I just realized I didn't explain about the lock situation. When I came home on Tuesday night the lock to my apartment was tampered with, and it was obvious someone tried to break in. That's why Jim sent a cop over to write a report, thankfully.
This whole situation is starting to get on my nerves. I didn't sleep well at all last night. I'm extremely tired and wish I could get some well deserved sleep.
I hope my day is brighter!














Sheesh!!! Bummer babe! Please have someone stay with you! I don't want you alone with this whack job!
I'm doing all I can, believe me.
You need to watch out, there's something not right with your mystery guy.
Sam didn't sleep on the couch. Who're you kidding?
lol!
Lu La, I'm good. No worries here!