When I was very young, I was stalked by a person who had some sort of strange delusion about me going on in his head. He spun wierd tales of the evil he percieved I was doing to him to anyone who would listen.
I found this out from a woman who called me from out of the blue to tell me to leave the poor guy alone and stop calling him. This was news to me as I had never called him before and in fact had a restraining order (worthless at the time pre anti-stalking laws 1983) on him to keep him from harrassing me anymore.
You see, he had been a cutomer of the nightclubs I used to sing at, and he had started a "relationship" that was all in his head with me. Long story short, he showed up at my house one day and offered me this "engagement" ring. It was bad enough that the nut ball had followed me home and knew where I lived now but this was truly scary.
The scariest thing by far though was that the police and a lot of other people thought that I somehow led him on and that I just needed to kiss and make up with this clown! You see, he had so convinced himself that I was stalking him that he began stalking me!
His sister came to one of my shows finally to tell me that she thought that her brother was truly going crazy and that she knew that I had nothing to do with his sick delusions. She was worried for my safety and told me I should move before he ended up killing me.
I did.
A couple of months later a cop who had been sent out to my new place because he had found me again told me that they wouldn't really be able to do anything about him until he killed me
Such a pain, anyway there it is, 20 years later he was still calling my father occasionally looking for me. My dad always tells him that there's no one here for you to kill...











