Building a Mystery...

I figured it would have been too much to put this part of my trip in my last blog so I made a complete different segment. By the way if anyone knows anything pertaining to this series of events let me know ASAP. Stalkers are no bueno.

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So on my way back from the Whee and hiking I see I have a new voicemail(and I suppose no missed call, because I had no signal). It was a call from Fritas. She said my mother called my job to say she hadn't seen me in a week, so as soon as I could I called Momma to let her know I was ok, even after the slew of texts I sent her. When I talked to her was when it started getting creepy. My mother didn't call and got all my messages. Huh?

By the time I made it to Ctown it was the last thing on my mind until Berger told me the rest of the story. Not only did they claim they were my mother, but wanted to verify if the cell number they had for me was right, and what my schedule for the week was. So not being the brightest bulb in the tanning bed the bitch starts telling this woman my information until my boss hears whats going on and asks to speak to the woman and when he tries she hangs up. Creepy right? I'm starting to feel less like me and more like Jonbenet Ramsey.

Now that I'm sufficiantly freaked I meet up with my boss at work to get to the bottom of this. He thinks he remembers the area code and we go through the call log on Sunday. Two matches come up via reverse phone lookup, one out of Wilmington and one that says no service. I call Ms. Wilmington first only to find out it's someone I work with. She must have called to check her schedule right? Not the case when I speak with her, she claims not to have called there Sunday but also doesn't have our work number programmed in her phone. OK... I tried door number two and much to my suprise, it's been cut off. The seond caller had their phone shut off between Sunday night and Tuesday afternoon. Now that is fucking freaky.

So what's your input? Is it the crazy girl at work stalking me, or the disconnected phone line? Either way I'm flattered I have a stalker, really I am, but maybe join my fan club instead. You get an autographed poster and all. Please leave all stalking to the professionals, do not try at home.

Bradley James