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It took me a long time to finally talk about this publicly.
But at this point, I genuinely hope nobody else is going through what I’ve been living through.
It all started on April 24th:
That evening, I went out with a few friends to grab dinner. We ended up at a small European restaurant - the kind of place that serves roast pork and traditional food. Everything felt normal. We were laughing, eating, enjoying ourselves.
And then… he appeared.
Out of nowhere, this strange man - or honestly, creature sat down directly across from us. There was something deeply unsettling about him. I remember thinking he looked weird, but I tried not to overthink it.
At first, he barely spoke. Then suddenly he started talking to one of my female friends. Not normal conversation either - he rambled about the internet, wireless networks, mobile phones, and how fascinating it was that people could call each other from anywhere in the world.
Then he asked her for her number.
I THOUGHT SHE WAS COMPLETELY INSANE for even considering it. Who gives their phone number to a random creep like that?
Later that night, while I was driving everyone home, they couldn’t stop laughing about the situation. I thought the whole thing was finally over.
Then, just before she got out of the car, my friend looked at me and admitted something that made my stomach drop... She hadn’t given him her number.
She had given him MINE!!!
I was furious. Absolutely furious. But there was nothing I could do anymore. The damage was already done.
For the first few days, nothing happened.
No messages. No calls. Silence.
And honestly, I started convincing myself that maybe the whole thing was just some stupid joke.
Then, on April 30th, my phone rang.
I never interacted with his number, but my phone said "John Pork"...
It was him.
I remember staring at the screen and thinking:
“If I just decline the call, maybe he’ll understand I’m not interested.”
So I rejected it.
That was the biggest mistake of my life.
From that day forward, everything changed.
The calls became nonstop.
Every single hour, my phone would receive 400 to 600 calls. Day and night. No breaks. No silence. Just endless ringing and that disgusting caller image attached to every incoming call.
It became psychological torture.
Pure fear.
I changed my phone three times.
I changed my number twice.
I even bought an old flip phone with an Argentinian SIM card because I thought maybe that would finally make him lose track of me.
It didn’t matter.
He always found the number again.
Every device.
Every location.
Every time.
I don’t understand how.
At this point, I genuinely don’t know what to do anymore. I live in constant fear. I can barely sleep. Every vibration, every ringtone sends panic through my body.
Whatever this thing is… it won’t leave me alone.
And I think it never will.
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