6. The Tragic Story of Jen, a Major Stalker (Part 2)
I go to work after getting maybe 2 hours of sleep in total. I’m a zombie all day. I get home at 4:30, ready to crash. Sue, my girlfriend, was going to bring dinner after she got off work at eight. My apartment is completely spotless. There are freshly made cookies on the table. I walk to the bedroom. There, of course, is Jen. Naked except for thigh high stockings and a hair tie. She’s lying on her back, and as I come in she pulls her knees back to her shoulders, and smiles at me. I just turned around and ran out of my own apartment. Scared like a little boy. In the lobby I called the police again, they came and arrested her. Charged her with some minor things like trespassing and she spent a couple nights in jail.
“Behavior like this happens for weeks. She’s constantly knocking on the door and arguing with the people staying at my place. She offers to ‘Share me’ with Sue. A week or two later she is being evicted and as some form of weird protest, she paints her upper torso and face bright pink and wears a green bikini top as they drag her kicking and screaming out of the place. Police end up arresting her again. My six months lease is up, so I move. I get an unlisted number/address. I am about 10 miles from the old place. A couple months after I moved in, there’s a knock at the door. It’s Jen. She followed me from work, then waited until Sue left. She says she’s medicated, she wants to apologize. I tell her I hope she’s better, but I can’t let her in.