Sophie and I had been friends since primary school, so when I found out through a mutual friend that she slept with my boyfriend, I was devastated. I wasn’t interested in her apologies or pleas for forgiveness. I was incredibly hurt and just wanted her, and my newly-ex-boyfriend out of my life.
After I recovered from the initial shock, it didn’t take long for hurt to turn to anger, and a desire for revenge. I wanted to hurt Sophie the way she hurt me. Sophie had always been a bit of a scaredy cat. She slept with a light on and couldn’t stand scary movies, so with that in mind, I thought I’d give her something to really be afraid of.
I started by calling her house, twice, maybe three times a week, always at night, not saying anything, just playing classical music down the phone. This went on for a few weeks until I decided to take it a bit further.
I set up an email account and began sending her emails from it. In the emails I talked about how I’d been watching her. I described her house and where she worked in detail. I told her that we were meant to be together and would be one day soon and always signed them from ‘Mr. X’. Once I even took a photo of her in the street without her realising and emailed it to her.
I began hearing through the grapevine that Sophie had a stalker and she was getting really scared. Admittedly I was a little nervous that she might go to the police, but I was enjoying myself to much to stop, and in any case, I didn’t see how anything could be traced back to me.
Soon I also began to send little packages. A dead rose, a container with dirt in it, even a chicken bone, anything that would freak her out. I even stuck a few notes on the windscreen of her car.
As much as I tried to avoid seeing Sophie, our paths soon crossed at a mutual friends wedding. I did my best to ignore her at the reception, but after consuming a few to many champagnes I decided to go and chat with her.
It didn’t take long for her to start pouring her heart out about her ‘stalker’. As I listened I realised that I had definitely taken things way to far and I knew it was time to stop. Sophie and I ended up talking a lot that night. I forgave her for what she had done to me, and we began rebuilding our friendship.
I was worried if I stopped ‘stalking’ her straight away she’d guess it had been me all along, so I gradually slowed down the emails and phone calls, stopping all together after about a month.
One year on, Sophie and I are great friends again. She still talks about her stalker and sometimes I wonder if I should own up, but then, if I did, she might decide to take revenge on me!
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