It was Wednesday night when I got a text message from a man I’d never met.
“How did he get my phone number…?” I whispered to my sister, shaking as I read it.
“I don’t know…” she said, terrified.
“But he has mine too.”
We knew we weren’t alone. Colleagues had been messaged by him. Our own mother. In fact, you’ve probably received the same one sentence text.
We had the tennis on in the background. And that’s when I turned to my glass door, located just across from my television, and saw his face.
Smiling. White hair. Seemingly yelling. I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying because I was too distracted by the fact this man was now virtually inside my house.
This was the man I saw.
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Duh! Ever heard of Call Blocker app?
And the annoying Microsoft maintenance calls. After the second call from an operator with the same bad English under a strained voice do this. Tell him you know it is a scam and that he can take your number off his database. This will continue for a while and then disappear. Just be firm and as a woman do NOT shout. Then he's got you and he knows! it. NEVER ask him to stop. Take the attitude "you will stop, because I WILL make you stop" and tell him so at the right moment. Repeat it and bite the bullet. Install Call Blocker. Never swear, call names or reason with such a person. Remain set on stopping it.
And eating something that was killed in a slaughterhouse is not creepy?