Two years ago I had a stalker.
The first time we met was December twenty-fifth. I went to a club, with some other lonely friends, because my girlfriend (now wife) was away for med school in Florida. None of us wanted to be alone I guess.
I found these letters in the crawlspace last night. They’re all addressed to me and dated from way before Christmas. I’m taking these to the police, obviously. But first, I’m putting them up fucking everywhere. I am afraid to be alone with the contents of these letters. This isn’t a joke. This isn’t a story. People need to see this.
I caught my stalker, and they were arrested on January sixteenth. When I look back on what was written on that date, I realize just how lucky I was. These letters made me grateful for the most traumatic moments of my life. I thought I was scared back then, just because some random person was watching me. I didn’t even know what I should have been afraid of.
The contents of these letters are at times graphic.