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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1815 on: September 02, 2012, 12:39:18 PM »
Oh, I haven't thought of this story in awhile - it's long, but scary.

So, I used to spend summers up in the Adirondacks at my friend's camp. This was pretty out there too - we were around forty five minutes outside of Lowville, NY, if that gives anyone an idea. One day we drive into "town" (which was a gas station, a bar, a tiny grocery store, and this big barn) to see fireworks. It was myself (age 14), my best friend (aged 15) and my best friend's older sister (aged 21).

On the drive home, a car began following us very aggressively. He was ON our bumper at one point. My friend's sister (MFS) was driving, and sped up, thinking that the other car simply wanted to go faster. Nope, it just encouraged them to get even closer, and start weaving across the road. We were driving on basically one lane country roads, no houses, no towns, no lights - it was really scary and unsafe. None of us had cellphones, and even if we did they would not have worked so far out. MFS knew the area quite well, and ended up speeding up really fast, taking two turns, and pulling into the driveway of a camp that she knew was unoccupied. We turned off the car and laid down on the seats, hoping that if the other car followed up and drove by, they would just see a dark camp and an empty car in the driveway and not realize it was us. At this point we weren't sure if we were being deliberately targeted or if this was just some jerk driver. I cannot ever forget the feeling of huddling in that dark car, holding my breath, praying that they would pass by.

As it turns out, we were being targeted. The car drove by the house once, realized the car was ours, and came back, pulling their car behind ours to try and trap us in the driveway. We got away by peeling out over this person's lawn, and managed to turn around and get back to town before they caught up. We waited at the bar for my friend's dad to come and escort us home - there was only one police officer in the area, and his response time would have been much longer. We never called the police, because none of us could have identified the car or the driver.

So, the next night, Friend and I are home alone. Everyone else had gone to the drive-in (an hour away), but we had been shaken by what happened the night before and just wanted to stay home and watch movies. Halfway through the night, the phone rings. Friend answers it and hands it to me with a confused look:

Me: "Hello?"
StrangeMan: "Sleepykitty." (He used my real name.) "Sleeeeeeeepykitty."
Me: "Who are you?"
SM: "We're coming to see you tonight."

At this point, I hung up the phone. They called back, we didn't answer, so they left a message: "Sleepykitty. Pick up the phone. Sleepykitty. Oh well, I guess we will see you soon."

Cue panic attack on my part. My friend stayed calm, but I think it was a show of bravado for me. Luckily, we had three dogs in the house with us who would bark at any sign of strangers - unluckily, they were Golden Retrievers who would probably lick someone sooner than bite them. My friend went into her mom's room, got the shotgun (kept for bears) and sat with me at the kitchen table until everyone else got home. Nothing ever happened that night, or any following night. I never had a problem up there again.

No one knew where I was besides my parents. I mean, people back home may have know generally that I was at Friend's camp, but not where the camp was. The phone number was unlisted. I knew nobody in the surrounding camps (there was a good mile and a half between each camp, as well). Who these people were, how they knew my name, how they knew where I was, and how they got the phone number is a mystery.

All I can think is that someone saw me at the fireworks, overheard my Friend calling me by my name, and recognized Friend and somehow got their phone number? But neither Friend nor her family recognized the man's voice, and it's a very small and close-knit area up there. I will always wonder what that was about, and what might have happened if we had really been trapped in that driveway.

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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1816 on: September 02, 2012, 04:09:04 PM »
Oh crap, that must have been freaky.  I probably would have seen about turning around and heading back to town, if at all possible, and kept moving rather than park and pray.  Then, would have outright demanded I could have gone directly home afterwards, knowing its not really safe.  Yeah...

I'm a brave wuss.  Even with a shotgun.

I know that labs and retrievers are fairly similar, on a brighter note.  My BF has a dog named Daisy, a golden lab, who barks at ANYONE approaching her house and then goes "Friend oh friend I like friends you old friend you old friend too here I show you my ball because you're friends" and then give you all over sniffings.  Sweet dog, not a guard dog. :P

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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1817 on: September 05, 2012, 01:03:34 PM »
How did two people I know become Facebook friends?

They're from opposite ends of the universe, for all intents and purposes.   One I went to high school with and the other I knew from college, far, far away.    The college one isn't even from my hometown.

I'm friends with neither, so there's no connection through me.

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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1818 on: September 05, 2012, 02:38:43 PM »
This isn't so much a mystery as a case of Small World Syndrome...

I am FB friends with a gentleman who, as a grad student, taught a couple of university math classes I took a few years ago. He has since graduated and is teaching elsewhere. I am also FB friends with a former co-worker from even longer ago (and halfway across the country).

Not long after I became FB friends with the former teacher, I got a message from him, asking how I knew former co-worker (who happens to be the only mutual friend of FT & I). Seems the two of them went to high school together.
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« Reply #1819 on: September 05, 2012, 04:54:06 PM »
It's always interesting when friends from opposite ends of your life turn out to know each other.  I haven't had any that were really strange, but once when the man whose wife played the piano for church introduced me to his neighbor at our church's Easter service, his neighbor was the sergeant in charge of our section at the hospital where I worked.

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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1820 on: September 05, 2012, 10:52:19 PM »
How did two people I know become Facebook friends?

They're from opposite ends of the universe, for all intents and purposes.   One I went to high school with and the other I knew from college, far, far away.    The college one isn't even from my hometown.

I'm friends with neither, so there's no connection through me.
Sis and I caused that type of mystery for one of Sis's SILs. She finally asked us how we knew old classmate of hers.


He is our 2nd cousin. We had done the math and realized they had gone to HS together, because we all went to the the same High school in staggered out 4 years apart.


Poor Mr. H (grade level principal) could NOT get away from our family one group would graduate and the next year a pack of us would be in the next freshman class.  Still he got the worst out of the way as an English teacher 20 years before I entered HS - my Dad's 2 cousins accidentally broke the guy's arm. They had left campus illegally and he chased them, fell and broke his arm.
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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1821 on: September 06, 2012, 02:41:44 AM »
It's always interesting when friends from opposite ends of your life turn out to know each other.  I haven't had any that were really strange, but once when the man whose wife played the piano for church introduced me to his neighbor at our church's Easter service, his neighbor was the sergeant in charge of our section at the hospital where I worked.

it is so spooky when something like that happens. My BFF and I were explaining to her friend who had jut arrived in London about this hilarious random guy we had met on a night out a few weeks before and we had developed a code word with. After about half and hour something dawns on her and she goes 'Ummm that sounds like my boss" at the bar she had just started working at 3 days before hand. So we gave her the codeword and told her to use it on him. Sure enough she calls it out and he stopped dead in his tracks going "How do you know that!" City of 8 million people and you just had to stumble into that one.

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« Reply #1822 on: September 06, 2012, 06:13:21 AM »
My 1st cousin has a surname 3 letters off of the the nephew of our great Aunt and Uncle (we are blood kin to the uncle other guy is blood kin of the aunt). They have the same first name, are with in a few years of each other in age, and their mother's have the same first name and were involved in some of the same charities.


Cousin has had several bizarre conversations with complete strangers who thought he was other guy. This in the 4th largest city in the US. He has figured out certain things that mean they think they are talking to the other guy. He stops them and explains they think he is a distant cousin not himself. With at least one older lady he had to write down his name.


My sister was introduced to other guy's son at college by someone playing matchmaker. She said blurted out UMM we are some type of 2nd cousins or something. (actually he happens to be 2nd cousin to a group of our 2nd cousins - we legally and genetically have no connection).
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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1823 on: September 06, 2012, 11:05:18 AM »
I had a friend who was stalked by a deranged client. When she had small dinner parties, this person would call up, and ask for some of the visitors by name.

We never figured out how she knew. We guessed she might have a way of tracking down the owners of cars using the license plates, but it was worrying that your garden variety person of unstable mentality would have access to something like that. I certainly wouldn't know how to get that information.
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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1824 on: September 06, 2012, 12:51:14 PM »
I had a friend who was stalked by a deranged client. When she had small dinner parties, this person would call up, and ask for some of the visitors by name.

We never figured out how she knew. We guessed she might have a way of tracking down the owners of cars using the license plates, but it was worrying that your garden variety person of unstable mentality would have access to something like that. I certainly wouldn't know how to get that information.

I hope your friend did report this to the police.  I think that's super scary.  How did Friend know it was that particular client?  Did she identify herself when she called?


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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1825 on: September 09, 2012, 01:27:20 PM »
I had a friend who was stalked by a deranged client. When she had small dinner parties, this person would call up, and ask for some of the visitors by name.

We never figured out how she knew. We guessed she might have a way of tracking down the owners of cars using the license plates, but it was worrying that your garden variety person of unstable mentality would have access to something like that. I certainly wouldn't know how to get that information.
My sister was stalked by a client, the fact he was a client meant he had problems to start with. Sis is a social worker, and due to the nature of her job at the time all her clients were mentally troubled.  Sis admitted it was her fault - she returned a call from him with her land line instead of her county issued cell phone, because she couldn't get a signal.

She had her fiance rerecord her voicemail message using his name, and the harrasment stopped. She switched to Hospital social work soon after that. (She helps get your insurance to pay what they are supposed to. Helps with transition to rehab places. )
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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1826 on: November 05, 2012, 10:05:42 PM »
I am a chief judge for a Maryland polling place.  A few days ago I called the people on my team and reminded them about the election, the potluck lunch & dinner (since we can't leave to go get meals) and tonight's setup.  I leave my name and phone number on a number of answering machines.

I come home from the setup to a message on my answering machine.  "Sarah Jones" wants to know why I called her, because she's not working MY polling place; she's working a different polling place in another town.  I check and sure enough, her name isn't on my list.  Her phone number isn't on my list.  Nothing even CLOSE to her number is on my list.   I do have a "Sarah Smith" and I see a notation that I left her a message -- so how did I call Sarah Jones?  Or if it was her own chief judge who called, why did she leave my name and number?
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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1827 on: November 06, 2012, 12:00:41 AM »
I'm trying to get my gremlin to give up the charger to my cheap little tablet. It's annoying to know I had the blasted thing, but now its nowhere to be found.

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« Reply #1828 on: November 06, 2012, 01:42:04 AM »
Oh, wow. Well, that would be evidence enough for me.

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Re: Your own personal mysteries.
« Reply #1829 on: November 06, 2012, 05:28:06 AM »
Oh, wow. Well, that would be evidence enough for me.

I agree. Your story gave me the chills, mmswm.