Over the last month, I had been getting endless amounts of phone-calls of these kind. At first, I thought they were hoax calls, the silly pranks kids play on you; it is their idea of fun, nevertheless it began to get worse. I would be phoned day after day, and the caller would listen to me on the other end, until I was screaming and shouting. It was rather creepy and terrifying and the silence made my heart pound. It was as if someone was stalking me. They knew what I was doing, all my moves, and every second of my life, even a blink, or a breath!
They would ring at a time when I was busy doing something. This always made me scared as I became shocked and shook from terror. I would also get letters, full of bitter horrible messages, such as, ‘I know your dark secret’ and ‘I’m going to make you pay for this’. Did someone really hate me that much? Should I believe these messages?
I was petrified with horror when I found this hate mail. What had I done to deserve this? I was a lonely person living in a small home seeking companionship. Day in day out, I live life quietly, reading novels, living in another world. Never in my life, have I caused trouble. I have only learnt to live a simple life where I respect other people’s privacy. All day since these events, I would constantly stare out of the windows shaking with fright, on a lookout to find my stalker. The nights were worse, as I could not sleep. The emotions and thoughts twisted and turned round and round my head, until there was so much pressure I would explode. The shadows of the trees swaying, kept me awake. My stomach was in knots all the time and I could hardly control my shaking. Inch by inch someone was moving closer to me, like deadly vermin, ready to poison my brain.
I became extremely paranoid and felt someone was watching my every move, recording it in exact detail. One simple mistake and I would be digging my own grave. All around me, I could see eyes following me, giving sly indications that something was going to happen to me. The eyes were evil; they had a sparkling glint in the centre, giving me an impression that I was going to be tortured.
The nightmares were terrifying. It was this, which triggered off my panic attacks. In my sleep there was evil, out to get me. All around me were shadows of black with blood curdling faces chasing me, screaming in a deep brittle voice, “It’s payback time!” I could see knives in the hands of these people. Running faster and faster, I tripped over the footpath. Everything became a blur and I realised it was just a bad dream. One that may come true. I heard a creak from the stair. Was someone there? My heart began to pound violently and trickles of sweat streamed down my cheek.
Was paranoia taking over my life? I could hear muffled voices repeatedly. I could not live her. I had to escape. I could hardly breathe. I took deep breaths trying take some sort of control over my body, calming my self down. My hands clasped and unclasped in terror. I had to run away. My head was spinning round and round. Was I living a terrible nightmare? That is exactly what it felt like.
I made my way to the cupboard and frantically searched for a torch. Slowly I made my way to the garden shed, slithering like a snake ensuring I was not to be seen. It was a scary journey, even though it was my own home. The shed was the only place I could go to. There were fairies at the bottom of my garden. I locked the shed and sat down in the corner. A friend once told me that she would protect me. The shed was always her favourite place. It was the only safe place I could go to where I felt secure.
I chanted her name, in a desperation hoping she would give me some sort of signal. I made it a soothing area by putting an armchair and some candles in the corner. The fairies would look after me. They would make sure no one would touch me. I prayed for help from my friend. I sat on the armchair rocking myself to sleep. No one would touch me, I was blessed by angels, and they kept a look out from above and demolished all evil.
