Letters to a stalker
When I was in jail for 7 months my ward was across the hall from one of the mens wards. People that knew anyone in that ward at one time or another knew that it was where they sent stalkers, child molesters, wife beaters, etc... anyone who would get the shit beat out of them by other inmates in any other ward.
Well, the girls found a way to pass notes to them. They'd write a note and roll it up dagonally to make a tight, skinny, long tube. Then they would connect all the letters together in one super long tube, stick it through a little crack under the door, slide it across the hallway and into the crack of the mens ward door.
After a minute I got bored enough to join them in this silly, childish behavior because like they all told me, what could possibly happen? They were locked up. We were locked up. They couldn't get to us and it helped to kill many long nights.
The man I was writing to was a stalker and wife beater. The men would send us hot chocolate and coffee in the tubes just because talking to women made them feel like men again.
It was all in good fun until the guy started writing things about me being to independent and he would have to fix that as soon as we got out. He wrote something about tying me to a bed in a secluded mountain cabin until I got over my independence. Scary stuff!!!!
Well, I stopped writing to him but he kept sending all these letters saying he was so sorry and he was playing with me and blah blah blah. After awhile boredom kicked in once more so I started writing to him again. His letters became softer and he seemed quite intelligent so when he asked that the next time I was in the hallway going for a visit or church or counseling that I have a friend give a special knock on the wall I figured what the hell.
Well, he got his look at me. He sent a letter, the first letter sent that night, saying that he though from my letters I would be a chubby, ate up, prostitute looking bitch but was shocked to see that I actually looked like an innocent child. He went on and on about my "child-like" angelic beauty. I started to feel invaded and dirty. I started to wonder if he was a child molester.
Next thing I know I'm getting letters from the other guys saying that this dude was dangerous and he was saying really crazy and scary shit about me. Talking about keeping me to himself and no one else would have me.
Later after I had gotten out a friend sent me a letter from prison with a letter from the guy attached. He had found her and said when she got out he was coming to see her and they'd put their heads together and see if she couldn't come up with an idea of where he might find me now that he was out.
Well, my friend is out now, but the guy never found her because she was out almost immediately smoking crack. I don't even know where she is anymore.
Just goes to show, if it seems like a stupid idea, it is!!!!!
Well, the girls found a way to pass notes to them. They'd write a note and roll it up dagonally to make a tight, skinny, long tube. Then they would connect all the letters together in one super long tube, stick it through a little crack under the door, slide it across the hallway and into the crack of the mens ward door.
After a minute I got bored enough to join them in this silly, childish behavior because like they all told me, what could possibly happen? They were locked up. We were locked up. They couldn't get to us and it helped to kill many long nights.
The man I was writing to was a stalker and wife beater. The men would send us hot chocolate and coffee in the tubes just because talking to women made them feel like men again.
It was all in good fun until the guy started writing things about me being to independent and he would have to fix that as soon as we got out. He wrote something about tying me to a bed in a secluded mountain cabin until I got over my independence. Scary stuff!!!!
Well, I stopped writing to him but he kept sending all these letters saying he was so sorry and he was playing with me and blah blah blah. After awhile boredom kicked in once more so I started writing to him again. His letters became softer and he seemed quite intelligent so when he asked that the next time I was in the hallway going for a visit or church or counseling that I have a friend give a special knock on the wall I figured what the hell.
Well, he got his look at me. He sent a letter, the first letter sent that night, saying that he though from my letters I would be a chubby, ate up, prostitute looking bitch but was shocked to see that I actually looked like an innocent child. He went on and on about my "child-like" angelic beauty. I started to feel invaded and dirty. I started to wonder if he was a child molester.
Next thing I know I'm getting letters from the other guys saying that this dude was dangerous and he was saying really crazy and scary shit about me. Talking about keeping me to himself and no one else would have me.
Later after I had gotten out a friend sent me a letter from prison with a letter from the guy attached. He had found her and said when she got out he was coming to see her and they'd put their heads together and see if she couldn't come up with an idea of where he might find me now that he was out.
Well, my friend is out now, but the guy never found her because she was out almost immediately smoking crack. I don't even know where she is anymore.
Just goes to show, if it seems like a stupid idea, it is!!!!!