I was alone that night....a rare occasion. My husband and daughter had left earlier that day...they were going out of town for an in-law get-together that I got out of by pleading my job. Well, I DID have to work a few hours that morning, but the rest of my weekend would be FREE!! I was going to have the house all to myself!! I couldn't believe my incredible luck.
After taking a long hot shower and smoking a fine phat one, I'd settled in to watch one of my favorite movies....The Blair Witch Project. Just to add to the effect and creep myself out a little further, I turned off all the lights (except my red lava lamp) and lit a few candles. I was really into it....that's a helluva creepy kewl movie to watch while high...all that raw fear...it always gave me a thrill I could never pinpoint or understand. That night, however, it seemed to be causing a paranoia it never caused before....I seemed to hear things outside the window, and even from the kitchen, but when I'd get up to look I would see nothing. I decided that it was totally normal for me to feel a little paranoid. It was the first night I'd spent totally alone in 6 years at least! Add to that the fact that I was high...and watching a movie in which paranoia very nearly had a starring role! Eventually I ignored the noises.
I'd just gotten to the part where Heather decides to open the "package" containing poor Josh's remains, when the phone rang....damn near causing me to jump off the couch! RRRIIINNNNGGGI stared at it for a second...suddenly annoyed. Wouldn't you know it? Oh well, I WAS getting creeped out...talking to somebody may help. With my eyes still on the screen, I reach over to answer it. While Heather's trembling fingers begin to untie the grisly package, I hear a rasping male voice say..."Heeeeaaaaaatttthhhhherrrr...." after a beat of utter confusion on my part...watching Heather on the screen and all, the voice deepens....turns ugly....scary..."How ya doin Heather?....you BITCH!!" A shock ran through me....making me unable to say anything for a few moments.
The first shock was that I just got called a bitch on the phone...that was kind of unexpected. Second shock....and the most disturbing, was that my caller had used my online name...HeatherBWP to be exact...based on the Heather from the movie I was watching..
.too weird
said the stoned part of my brain. Before I could find my voice, he says, "Did you have a nice shower?""...who..???" I tried to say, but it only came out in a squeak. Onscreen, Heather was screaming and hyperventillating after making her horrible discovery. Unnerved I grab the remote to pause it. I notice my hands are shaking uncontrollably. "Who is this??"....I manage to say. This time it comes out quite loud. I hear him laughing softly..."Aw Heather....have you forgotten me already? Guess I'll just have to make sure you never forget me again.....right Bitch?"
Only one online "friend" I could think of called me Bitch with any regularity...and then only while "playing", but he'd disappeared online a few weeks ago. I really missed him, but that's how online friendships often go. They can disappear with a few keystrokes.
"Dark One?...", I asked--only knowing his online name "is that you??" --almost relieved. Despite some rough (but VERY hot) online roleplays between us, he seemed like a basically nice guy. I was always teasing and tormenting him into a frenzy...till he would "rape" me--sometimes quite brutally--online. But it was all in fun. I was quite sure. I mean he was actually
