I told just a handful of people about this stalker. In part, I hoped the problems would go away. I hoped the man would stop harassing me. In fact, he would stop. But then he would start again. Then stop again. Then start again.
Last January, in a rambling and abusive email, he mentioned he was a trained Marine sniper. It was a warning. I went to the police for the first time. But because it wasn’t a direct threat, they couldn’t do anything.
One February night, when he called at 2:21am from a blocked phone, I knew it was his laughter. But what could be done?
After months of silence, he appeared again last week, texting and calling. He was especially nasty. He mentioned my recently deceased mother and sent me a screen grab from her obituary. He mentioned my wife by name.
When I went to the police, they called him and left a voicemail advising him to call them back at the police department, and warning him to stop contacting me. He immediately texted me and advised me “don’t cry to the police department.” He didn’t return their call.
That was six days ago. This morning he texted and warned that “you’ll hear a knock on your front door tomorrow.” I immediately went to the police. They reviewed the text. Again, there was no direct threat, so they couldn’t do anything except call him.
How did this happen? The man did a hauling job for me. He seemed normal. Plus, he’s older — probably mid-70s. White haired and grandfatherly. When I tried to hire him for a second hauling job and he didn’t show up, I was disappointed. But I had a pile of dirt on the street that had to be hauled away. The next day, I hired someone else to do it.
Then he started calling and texting and emailing. He demanded money for the job he didn’t show up to do. In his mind, he was owed that money.
And here we are today. I texted him with instructions to pick up a check at the police station for the money. I know this is extortion, and that I don’t owe him money, and that he’s delusional. But I am hopeful that he will pick up the check and go away.
This experience tests my belief in the good nature of people. I am lucky, because lots of my friends and family, perhaps most of them, stopped believing in the basic good nature of people a long time ago. I never did. I always think people are basically good.
I don’t know. I just want the man to pick up the check and go away. I don’t want to become a headline in the news; I don’t want to continue looking over my shoulder for a grandpa carrying a rifle.
More tomorrow.