17th March, 2014:
It has been four days now, since the last call. I have still not found the culprit.
It's getting on my nerves, changing my emotions, sometimes making me feel depressed and sad, angry and anxious.
I've thought twice about going to my local network operator to further my questions, but should I just stay and wait for the next one, until he creates a bigger, more massive, problem? In the beginning, I just took it as a minor coincidence. But now, his power has consumed me and left me in fear and depression. It has gotten far more serious than before. This John Doe isn't playing around, or fooling with me.
8:00 p.m.:
Back from school and exhausted. As always, I would check my phone, keeping watch on the next mysterious call. There it was, revealing itself on the notification bar as I dragged it down with my index finger.
The red 'end call' telephone head and its white reflecting arrow had, of course, stated that it was a missed call.
"ARGHH," my mind roared in frustration and anger at this number infront of me.
Hold on.
I noticed something odd this time.
He had called at 2:50 p.m.
I was in school at that moment.
His calls usually come in around night time, in between 8:00 and 9:00. This was strange. It was not his usual schedule. Why had he chose to call at a time like this?
I blocked the number, but I knew that that would not stop this person from calling me. How does he even know my number?
I managed to block the number by adding it to "Reject List". But I knew that I could still receive messages from him, but he never actually sends any messages, so I did not have to worry about that. The idea of the "Reject List" is to automatically reject any calls from a certain number, and that was exactly what I needed.
I frequently checked my logs to see if this person has STILL been contacting me.
And yes, no matter what the circumstances were, he has STILL been trying to contact me. What kind of person is he?
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An Anonymous Call
Non-FictionI had first regarded it a prank. A wrong number. A mistake. But the calls wouldn't stop. He was bothering me, disturbing me-- as though I was a selected target. As the harassment escalated, I began to imagine things. I feared every corner, was scare...
