So some of you may be aware that I keep my real name and my location a secret. This is due in part to the fact that I until recently had a stalker. I met her on a message board for sexually liberal people like myself. She was super smart, gothy like me as well as very cute. Some harmless flirting and banter ensued, as well as some nude photos were exchanged. Soon she started talking about wanting to meet. Me and my wife both thought it was a bad idea as she seemed to be getting rather fixated on me to soon to fast. We let her down easy, or so we thought and minimized our contact with her. She went quiet soon after and we thought nothing of it. 3 weeks later she showed up outside my work and ambushed me on my way to my car. I told her again that me and my wife didn’t want her attention any more and left her crying in the parking lot. The next month was a hell of hang up calls, threatening letters, vandalism, the usual things that people with fixation issues do when ignored or spurned. We had a restraining order in the works when things took a turn for the worst.
Me my wife and Marivel were leaving a club downtown when she acosted us again. She was a little drunk, yelling alot and made alot of threats against my wife in particular. A shoving match between the girls ensude and suddenly there was a flash of blade and Marivel had 8 inches of Kabar in her chest up to the hilt. God there was blood so much blood and screaming. Marivel wanted to pull out the blade but I wouldent let her. I got my jacket off and more or less tore off my shirt to press against the wound. When there is that much blood, you can smell it, a sickly sweet coppery smell, you can never really forget it either. There were cops nearby already on another call, they nabbed my stalker as well got the medics there in seemingly record time. Marivel survived, barely. She coded twice in the operating room but they got her back. She has a nasty scar on her right breast and diminished lung capacity to.
As for my stalker well she went to jail. A security camera outside the club we were leaving caught the incident clear enough. During the scuffle she pulled out the knife and attempted to stab my wife. Marivel tried to grab her arm on the down swing to stop her but couldn’t overcome the momentum, thus she ended up guiding the knife into her right chest. Stalker girl was supposed to go in for 5 to 7 with intense counseling included but our broken prison system managed to revolve her out in 2 and 1/2 for (remarkable progress in counseling and good behavior). During the trial and investigation we learned that through a very small number of clues I let out about my self and her fairly well developed hacking skills she was able to track me down. I basicaly gave my name and the state I lived in not much else.
She got out about a month ago. I just got a call from the police. Apparently she started looking for us again. She ended up at a rental property we own that we used to also live in. She broke in got naked for some insane reason and waited for us to come home with a shot gun. What she got instead was a 45 caliber antipersonnel round in the middle of her chest for waking up none other Marivel who we let live there rent free for taking a knife in the chest for my wife and almost dying for it.
Hey thers Marivel calling now…. I am guessing she is going to need new carpet and maybe some paint.
Im going to go out on a limb here and say the odds of this happening again are slim to none. So on that note.
My name is Tyler Dreagen