|I'm even nuttier than this guy's shit!|
So I just got done watching The Lords of Salem - a Rob Zombie film - one that I have been wanting to watch since it came out. However, after watching it I was kinda disappointed... It was a good movie and all, I just think he could've done better. I was expecting it to be a violent Slasher film like his other movies, House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects... Putting that aside, I've been doing good. I feel better now that my one-year art block has finally been cured, thanks to a suggestion from a friend of mine, and for anyone who's commented on or faved my recent drawing, thank you! I deeply appreciate that. I'm actually surprised how well I can still draw, even after a whole year of no drawing whatsoever... I actually thought I lost touch with my artistic talent, I guess I was wrong... But this isn't about my latest drawing, or the last movie I watched, and truthfully I feel more nervous than good, so I take back what I said on that part. This post is more about what's been happening to me.
For some reason my recent decisions have lead to an unlikely chain of events that were set in motion. It all started when my buddy Matt sends me a message on Facebook telling me about some chick I can bone. I figured he was jerking my chain so I ignored the message, but one day while I was crashing at Nick & Misty's place on their couch, I woke up to Misty's kids watching Dinosaur Train and someone knocking at the door. Obviously, it was Matt. So I grabbed my things, Nick gave me my weekly bag of "medicine" and I was straight out the door and into Matt's Jeep... later that night he's telling me about this chick, and I'm nervous because I didn't even know who she was or even what she looked like; it was like a blind date, except instead of not knowing the person, I was actually blind... So we went to her house later that night - after hours of endless drinking - and it didn't take long for her to put out. It was like she wanted it, and wanted it bad. I think the woman that Matt hooked me up with that night may have been a sex addict... or possibly a whore.
Normally as a guy I would feel proud to have added another name to the people I've screwed, but in this case, I felt more ashamed. Probably because I felt like I was screwing a little boy for two hours. Her hair was shorter than mine and I had received a buzzcut from Matt earlier that day. On top of that she was flat-chested so there really wasn't anything to grab onto, plus, she just had the type of face that made you think she was either a butch lesbian, or a guy who underwent a sex-change operation... Needless to say, I feel kinda stupid for even writing this since this happened like five weeks ago. But it's been on my mind because strange events started happening after this particular night... it all started with a phone call, for me specifically. When Matt handed me his cell phone - that's the phone this mysterious person called, and somehow knew I was there - all I could hear was heavy breathing so I said, "Who is this?" No reply. So I said again, "Alright seriously, who the hell is this?" Then they hung up... when I asked Matt who the person sounded like, he said it sounded like a man.
I asked him if he sounded pissed off, and he said he sounded normal. When I told him that I got no reply from him, we tried to trace the call, only to turn up with no results. The rest of that day went on as normal; we watched TV, smoked some weed, played videogames, blah blah blah. But then another strange thing happened again two days later at my sister's house, when someone called her phone and asked if I was there. Thinking it was for her boyfriend - who's name is also Chris - she gave the phone to him, but then he handed it to me saying it was for me... and the same thing happened, all I got was heavy breathing ending abruptly by hanging up as soon as I spoke. I gave the phone back and she asked me who it was, I said, "I dunno, they hung up. This happened to me two days ago at Matt's place, same fucking thing!" By this time I was already kinda freaked out, I didn't feel safe. The next few days went on as they normally do for me, only this time I felt insecure.
I haven't gotten any recent phone calls from this mysterious heavy breather in weeks, but I did find out a few days ago that the person Matt hooked me up with that night may have been a married woman... so now I'm kinda scared that her angry vengeful husband is out to get me, and I don't know what to do. I just hope that that lady I screwed is a divorced woman, because I never wanted to be the guy who gets caught with a cheating wife, they usually end up dead, you always see it in the movies... When Halloween came, me and my buddy Daniel went as a couple of bloody surgeons, I was Dr. Phosphorus, a surgeon with a bloody saw, and Daniel was actually supposed to be a dentist, so I just gave him a pair of pliers and a bloody toothbrush. He was Dr. Squelchyfinger. As we walked around the neighborhood looking for my sister's Jessica and Janet and Jessica's boyfriend, I managed to scare a kid off his bicycle and into a ditch; it was pretty funny, he actually thought I was a clown...
But when things started dying down at around midnight, I went over to Nick & Misty's and got shit-faced drunk. So now it's a half-hour past midnight, my vision is all blurry, I'm stumbling around the neighborhood singing "Over the Mountain" by Ozzy Osbourne, until I started to get this feeling that someone was following me. Now I don't know whether or not I actually was, or if I was simply being paranoid due to my intoxication, but I swear to God there was a man following my every move. I saw him everywhere I went; when I took one path he took the same one, but never staying close enough for me to take notice. I hope it was just another one of my "Shadow People" moments, because this particular individual creeped me the fuck out! I think he even called my name at one point. So I decided to head back to Nick & Misty's and crash on their couch. I closed the curtains, locked the doors, and told Misty about what happened while I was walking around. Nick promised me that nobody would be coming into their house, not as long as he's got the door locked and his gun cocked... and yes, he said it in those very words.
That was like a week ago and still I can't help but wonder, who the hell is this guy and what does he want from me? Is this was it feels like to be stalked? I just hope this shit will blow over soon because I haven't been sleeping well since all these things started happening; from the phone calls to this shady figure following me around the neighborhood, I feel like this person is waiting for an opportunity to move in for the kill.
I can honestly say that I have never been more scared in my entire life...