Christ, I'm being turned into Maladicta's QOTW bitch
Honestly!

Right, next story. And my final one for this week, as it stands. In Captain Wow's answer, she mentioned how her Dad dealt with her stalker, by holding him up against a wardrobe and strangling him. Now my story is in a similar vein, that is how I dealt with one, for a friend of mine.

Back when I was 17, and far more naive than I am now, I had a friend who was in a relationship with a Turkish bloke that hadn't ended well. It started off fine enough, as all these things do. Then she ended it, because "He was too fucking weird". He kept on pressuring her to marry him, for one. This was a person who was 15 at the time, I might add. Whilst I'm not sure of the legalities surrounding this, it's still bloody weird, either way you look at it.

So, as already mentioned, she broke up with him. Only this wasn't the kind of bloke who took no for an answer. At all. Like me, first of all, it was just texts. Then it moved onto phone calls. And then when she started just ignoring them, the love letters started, and they were truly freaky. They were rather innocuous at first, but as is the way with such things, they became twisted. I remarked at the time he had a mind like a corkscrew. Then she asked for my help.

Help? How? She lived in London, and I lived in Sheffield! How on Earth was I going to solve this one? Quite easily, as it turned out. She passed on his number, and I called him. The conversation, although short, went something along the lines of:

"Listen you Turkish fuck, if you ever contact my daughter again, I will hunt you down and make sure your body is never found"

I was quite surprised to find out that it worked. He only sent one more letter, apologising for ever bothering her.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 1 Feb 2008, 0:40, Reply)