My two children and I had just moved to a larger city and found this great starter duplex in this wonderful neighborhood. It seemed like everything was starting to come together after moving for more opportunities. I was able to get into a duplex that had a school, library, park and pool across the street. You could say it seemed perfect.

I started job hunting and in my first two days looking I managed to land this awesome job as an assistant manager at a popular retail store in the mall that also happened to be right down the street from the duplex I just rented. It was nice to live so close to where I worked and where my children went to school.

As I moved in, the neighbor came and greeted me. (The neighbor that I lived on the other side of the duplex). He introduced himself as Christopher. I also introduced myself. We conversed about our children and I remember him saying that he had a handicapped child with special needs and that he was bound to a wheelchair. He seemed a little strange, but I came from a small town and just shrugged it off as being paranoid. I mean for goodness sake he takes care of a handicapped child, so he had to be a pretty good person right?

The days turned into weeks and weeks into months. As more time went on I started getting strange messages on my voicemail at home. The messages were all similar. They would say things like, ” I don’t know who you think you are, but what you are doing is not funny and you better stop, you creep”. That was just a mild example. I though this is very weird. I would call these people back and ask what the problem was. They would always tell me that a male voice was prank calling them in like a very scarry raspy voice saying these vulgar things. I explained to them that I was a single mother with just my two children living with me in my home. They always said that these calls came from my number. I tried to explain it away thinking that maybe my phone lines were somehow getting crossed.

Working a tremendous amount of hours, I would do all my laundry on the weekends when time allowed. Well I noticed that more and more of my panties and my daughter’s panties and training bras were missing. I also noticed that one time sixty dollars was missing from my purse. I couldn’t figure it out.