[quote author=Asbo link=topic=23425.msg565861#msg565861 date=1210409108]
[quote author=Misred link=topic=23425.msg565837#msg565837 date=1210407336]
There are weird guys out there too!
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Give us an example Misred!
Got to be a true one that is first or 2nd hand (like from a close friend) not one of those Urban myth thingys...
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Ok, I was about 9 years old and my parents had split up roughly a year previously, one of my sisters had already moved out and the other was at an age where the less time spent at home the better. I wake up one morning, as usual, and go downstairs, as you do, and find a man in the kitchen. The fact that he was making a cup of tea reassumed me that he had been invited into our house rather than the scarier alternative. I disliked him the instant I saw him, I don't know why, there was nothing I could put my finger on, I felt unnerved in his presence, and although he was smiling and saying hello, I saw contempt in the smile and heard annoyance in his voice. To be honest, looking back, I think what I really saw and felt, whenever in his presence, was evil. Anyway, back to our kitchen, I'd barely finished saying hello when my mum walks out of the bathroom (which adjoined the kitchen) and introduces the creepy fella as 'Derek'. So, that was how it began, he was in my life for the next few years, I don't know exactly how many, I've blocked out a lot of that time of my life.
The weirdness started almost straight away, little, subtle things at first. He brought a mug from his house and left it at ours, and whenever he had tea or coffee, it always had to be in that mug. If I made tea and forgot to use his mug, he would 'tut' and then pour it away, he wouldn't even attempt to take a sip, he also did the same with a glass, any beer or spirit or anything else he drank had to be in ‘his’ glass, although he wouldn't pour alcohol away, but he would have to tip it into the correct glass. He had a thing about socks too, they had to match, he could only wear pairs, and freaked out if he saw someone else wearing odd socks. One weekend Derek was looking after our dog, mum had gone away for a couple of days and I was staying at my Dads. For no apparent reason he let the dog go, I think it was a ploy to get mum home (she was visiting her sister, who lived a couple of hours away). Derek rang mum crying, saying that the dog had gone, he’d let him out, so he could go for a walk, thought he would come back but he hadn’t. Mum was distraught, and so was I, the dog turned up at our home some time later (I think it was the next day!).
I noticed lots of odd little things but I’ve forgotten most of them now. Then came the big stuff, occasionally he used to phone up, any time of day or night and not speak but just heavy breathe (it didn’t matter who answered, he did it to my mum too), or sometimes he was just silent, and other times he would hang up the instant you answered. He might repeat this many times, in a short space of time, or maybe a couple of days in a row or he would just do it once or twice and then not do it again for weeks. A couple of years down the line and they were engaged but had broken up and got back together a couple of times along the way, the frequency of the weird phone calls increased during the periods they were separated. At the time I didn’t really know why they split up nor why mum took him back, I was young and oblivious to most of it and I didn’t like him so had no interest in what was going on, I just wanted to be as far away from him as possible. After they got engaged and he was spending most of his time at our house (thankfully mum hadn’t completely moved him in, he still had his own house), and I was a little older and more aware I came to realise that he abused her. They were both very heavy drinkers, and would have huge, violent arguments and he would throw things at her and hit her. I guess this is why they had split up several times over the years, but one night was particularly bad, worse than I had ever heard, and eventually he left. Mum told him the next day that it was over. Then he started stalking her, the phone calls came every night then, and he would sit in his car outside our house, and follow her in his car when she walked to work. She worked in a pub so he would sit at the bar drinking, while she was working, and when she was off he would deliberately go too all her usual haunts to find her. He phoned all her/their friends and fed them lies about my mum and their relationship. In the end mum reconciled with him but only to talk to him to try to get him to stop, it all ended in another violent explosion from him, mum wouldn’t let him in the house so he punched the glass through in our front door and mum phoned the police. After that it stopped. He still made those freaky phone calls occasionally, but I don’t remember him ever coming round again. A few months later he went on holiday to Thailand with a mate and came home with a Thai bride, gloated about it, showed her off (every now and then mum would bump into them at a party or in a pub), she didn’t speak a word of English, poor woman!