Phantom ~
Stalking is something that can and does happen to anyone, not just the famous or to hookers. The most infamous case was of course Jack the Ripper in 1888, the first serial killer in history. JTR stalked and then sadistically butchered his victims who were all prostitutes. However the target(s) of a stalker can be anybody who becomes the object(s) of lust, revenge or some other motive only the stalker understands in their twisted mind. The target of a stalker usually does not get any type of justice and doesn't have their freedom, they have been robbed of it. Being a victim of a stalker is almost the same as being the victim of a rape. Sorry to sound so cold but I hate it when others around you say, "Just get over it." Some people don't understand that the victim cannot "Just get over it" it's not that simple. Despite the fact that most people don't understand why you can't, "Just get over it" or know what's it's like to be the target of a crime such as this. People with this attitude need an education to learn the truth so they won't make such asinine remarks to the victims of these crimes. Who or what you are doesn't matter, you can still become a target. Men, women and children can and do become targets of stalkers. It doesn't matter how large or small you are, I'm 5'7 and I'm not a weak woman either. I've NEVER been raped but there have still been some attempts made by males whom I taught some rather painful lessons to. Plus being the target of an unknown shadow stalker for so long, I've learned enough hand to hand combat to protect myself. I believe this is why my stalker's threats on my life have been in vain and he does NOT have the guts to reveal himself to me. Instead he stalks me in random patterns so I won't be able to find out who he is, because he's nothing more than a worthless coward without a life. Thus he has in many ways and many times made my life such hell, that it just enrages me to the point I want to rip him apart with my bare hands. Of course since I'm not 100% sure who he is I can't do that but I refuse to let him make me a shell of a woman. He cannot have that power over me and I shan't allow him to run me out of this city or this state. I won't back down from my goals in life I have a website devoted to my artwork, my poems and other writings. However I shall not stop in my pursuit of finding out who my stalker is without any doubt and whatever crazy reason he has for stalking me for so very long. I took a private investigation course to learn how to help myself but this has only been a small help to me. If I knew who he was it would be more help, all I can do is keep tabs on a few of my suspects. My number one suspect is a rather hard person to find out much about. His parents are easier to track down because they still live close to the Humble area but as for their son he's not so easy to find. This reason is why he is my number one suspect and additionally because of his actions towards me since I quit high school and also his reactions. I'll get to more of that later on but I would like to point out that the reason I have poured out my dirty laundry as it were, is because I feel it might help someone else who might have to cope with a stalker themselves. Although my stalking case is a bit more unique than that of the run of the mill stalking case. The many number of years and the fact that I really cannot be sure who he is or what his motives might be. Plus the random pattern of his acts are not the usual actions of most stalkers but it's not totally unheard of either. In most cases the stalker is either well known to the target or is someone who lives close by but that's not always the case. However in all cases of stalking the police will NOT help you unless the stalker harms you in a physical way. Stalkers know this and they know they can get away with the mental torment of their targets for as long as they wish. To date I know only a little about my stalker who calls himself the Phantom and wonder more about my number one suspect's behavior. My advice to any woman is to learn how to protect yourself and your best bet is never go anywhere alone but if that's not possible be on guard. Watch for men alone in cars who might be looking at you and even if you face a gun you should NEVER get into a stranger's car. If you get in that car you're as good as dead and there is no telling what might happen to you before you die. Do what you have to get out of danger even if it's just to scream. However I would suggest that if there is more than one and they end up pulling you inside the car, that you should still fight for your life. Most but not all stalkers, serial killers and rapists are rather small-framed males. Even if you are small yourself, there's a chance you can get away from this wacko. Most women try for the crotch but that's expected, don't bother, instead go for their eyes sockets as hard as you can with your thumbs. Almost anyone can use marshal arts and it's not usually expected by anyone wanting to do harm to you.
I won't give my whole name I'll just go by Melissa Mc due to the suggestion of others. I was born on 9-13-65 in Houston, Texas but I when I was three my parents moved to the outskirts. The little city of Humble is right next to Houston's biggest airport named after George Bush, so it's easy to understand why Humble isn't like any other little city in Texas. Humble lives in the shadow of Houston almost like I live in the shadow of my stalker. Some of the details and the more personal areas have been omitted but there's enough to tell because this stalking has continued since 2-14-1980. Yes that is Valentine's Day. If that's not strange enough I really am not sure who my stalker is like I said before, only that I went to middle and high school with him. I won't give any of the names of the male classmates of the class of 1985-86 I suspect. However I do keep this list in a file for the police just in case something ever does happen to me. My number one suspect I'll call just by his initials "C.L." due to this adding up to only slight circumstantial evidence against him. His actions are suspect but it's possible he could be another victim or he is just a pawn of my stalker or he could indeed be my stalker. Most of my stalker's letters to me make reference to C.L. in a very crude manner as well as myself. For some reason my stalker does not want me to talk to C.L. and has made death threats to him, me, my family and friends. Needless to say if I ever am 100% sure whom my stalker is, he won't be doing it anymore. If I sound angry and fed up that's because I am. I have puzzle pieces that don't seem to fit together and a few missing pieces on top of it. Unfortunately all I have adds up to little more than hearsay if I did take my number one suspect into court. What could I say to a judge? "Gee I am 98% sure this guy is the one who has been stalking me since 1980." The fact that I have letters and other such circumstantial evidence to prove I do indeed have a stalker, I do not yet have enough evidence to point a finger of guilt at anyone. Even if I could prove it I doubt the police would help me get him.
In the year 1978-79 when I started middle school, that year was my older sister's last year in high school before she went to college. Just before I ended 5th grade our family home caught fire and we had a chance to leave Humble but my sister wanted to stay in Humble high school. I wanted to move into Houston because even at that time I was an artist and writer, I wanted to be able to have access to the museum district. However my parents went with my older sister's wishes and we moved into another house in Humble. It started out with the four of us but my sister soon moved out and my father died on 10-8-81. I moved out in 1989 and my mother died in the house on 9-25-02. Perhaps if my parents had went with my idea instead of my sister's desires to finish school in Humble; I might have never had a stalker. I never told my family about the stalking out of fear that he might do something to them and because I didn't want to make them feel guilty for staying in Humble. It's a hard subject to bring up to anyone really and even if you do people either don't believe you or think it's not that bad. The first person I ever told was when I was still a teenager and this so called adult laughed at me, this was a middle school guidance counselor too. I was told that teenagers pull pranks on other teenagers and to ignore the problem. That this person would get bored and stop after awhile. Ahem, I'm still waiting for him to stop and I've come across the same useless advice from others. The sad truth is that a stalker cannot be avoided and they don't get bored of their obsessions. People often wonder why I'm such a hard person to get to know but I know all too well that some friends are just enemies you haven't made yet. I learned this the hard way and again, I'll get to the reason I feel this way later. But little dose my family know that's why I'm nothing like the rest of them, I doubt they would understand or even slightly grasp the effect some major events and my stalker has had on my life. I went from being a shy yet friendly girl who made friends easily to an often enraged, tough woman who has a hard time trusting anyone. They don't understand why I didn't have children nor ever really wanted them. I wanted more out of life than to settle down and have children anyway. Besides with a stalker it wouldn't be right for me to add to his target list, if you know what I mean? I've not only had letters, phone calls and things come up missing since 1980. I've had a pair of cheap dime store panties sent to me in 1995 and many other strange things have been left at my door. They include everything from beer cans to road kill, left where I can see it when I exit my door. This on going harassment has been made more puzzling by C.L.'s actions that are anything but clear. I've concluded that C.L. has something to do with it or knows something about it if not both. In middle and high school C.L. had some of the same friends I did. He also lived a few streets down from where my parents moved us after the fire and my stalker has made it a point that I better not talk to C.L. C.L. dated a few of my friends but he never seemed to care much for me in any way, shape or form. In all the years that I went to school with him he only spoke to me a few times but never much more than small talk. When my father died in 1981 I was 16 years old and I was still upset by it when my so called friends about a year later all called me on the phone out of the clear blue sky to inform me I was no longer their friend. I never found out why, none of them told me and they would not talk to me at all. The only clue I had was when I asked one of them why I was told, "You know what you did" then they hung up on me. I still don't know and this event on top of still dealing with my fathers death and my stalker. It sent me very close to the edge, I became very depressed and that led to suicide attempts. After summer school I was going to left back in 11th grade again because I wasn't doing my homework and I had been missing a lot of school. That didn't happen because I just didn't bother going back in 1984-85, my mother had no clue at all what was going on with me and because my father had died she was also going through her issues. She may not have meant to do so but she was taking it out on me the whole time I was trying to cope with everything else. I remember one day I was sitting around trying to figure out the best way to kill myself when the phone rang, it was an X-friend of mine named Terri. The words that came across the phone have made me wonder since it happened but at the time I was not thinking of anything but my own death. She said, "Do you want to be friends?" I said, "I can't do that." She said, "Why not? All I could say was, "Just because." Over and over as she asked me why I said, "Just because." She then hung up on me and after that I was really mad, what did she mean by "Why not?" She knew why and I did NOT know. Also what happened that caused her to call me back and ask me if I wanted to be friends? The whole thing is one of the puzzle pieces that dose not fit and I still have not gotten a clue as to why these events took place. I think it might have something to do with my stalker but I'm not clear on that either. Since I had quit school I couldn't figure out why she would bother calling me and not explain any of it to me or say she was sorry. Only an odd request out of the blue, "Do you want to be friends?" Hollow words from somebody whose betrayal came without a reason in the first place and then without a reason wanted to just act as if nothing needed any reason at all. Could have that perhaps been guilt on her part? I think it was. She along with my other X-friends should have told me what they heard and asked me if it was true or not. Instead they lost a loyal friend over some sort of a lie and they apparently found out it was indeed nothing more than a lie. Again I might sound cold hearted but I hope they still feel guilt over it, they should after driving me so close to the brink of suicide. Something I swear I will never try again, if I die it will either be my time or if my stalker kills me. However since none of my X-friends ever had the guts to give me any sort of reason for any of it, all they will ever get from me is my scorn. My bet is that my stalker did or said something they believed, they dumped me and then they found out it was a lie. In any event it was way too little and way too late, I had already changed from the person they knew. Reason number one why I don't trust anyone and why I'm so bitter to people who want to push their so-called friendship onto me. Sorry but a person has to prove themselves to me before I call them a friend and even then I wonder if they will end up stabbing me in the back too. I respect a person until they give me a reason not to and I don't care who they are or what they are, that doesn't matter to me. All I care about is that when I show respect another human being, is they do the same for me. I'm a rather loyal person but I do not let people spit on me and tell me that's it's only rain. When people do stab me in the back, they are lucky if I just walk away from them, they are really lucky. Most of the time they get my wrath and if they have really done something to raise my temper too high they get my revenge. I have only a few friends but I'd rather have it that way than be around people who end up using and abusing me.
The matter of C.L. is one that I have mixed emotions about because I'm not sure how he fits into all this, only that somehow he does. He didn't ever call me like my X-friends did and he was lowest person on my list of suspects when I was in school. It wasn't until I quit school that he became my number one suspect. Why? Because ever since the day my X-friends stabbed me in the back C.L.'s behavior towards me became very odd. I've seen him since I quit high school and he just gawks at me in a strange way. One case in point December of 1997 when I was over at my mother's house putting up X-mas lights on her house. I was on top of a ladder when I noticed this same truck over and over again driving by. As my feet hit the ground I noticed that it would slow down as it passed me, then I walked out to the end of the driveway. When the truck passed by me again I saw who was behind the wheel, it was C.L. and when he saw the shocked look on my face he drove away like a bat out of hell. I then wrote him a letter and sent it to his parent's house asking him why he did this and the other times he had just gawked at me before. I also told him about my stalker and the fact that my stalker had told me not to talk to him. C.L. did not respond per'sey to my letter but my stalker sure has, he somehow knew I had written C.L. a letter and mailed it at a post office. Now this either means my stalker was following me that day or C.L. is my stalker and again following me that day. However I have seen C.L. since then but he's always in his auto when I do. In fact X-mas eve 2002 I went over to his parent's house to have it out with him face to face or if he wasn't there, I would have talked to his parents. But nobody was there; this did not stop me from letting him know I had been there in any event. I left a flyer behind that I had about an award for information about my stalker and a couple of copies of my stalker's letters. The only thing that might have been something or not was on the 26th of December 2002, two days later. It was just before eight o'clock when some man came and knocked on my door very lightly. I don't open my door to strangers but as this man walked away I only got a slight view of him. He looked like a wrestler; he had a buzzcut and beard. What caught my eye most was his hair was very dark brown or black, this could have been C.L. However I'm not too sure about that either because I've had people show up to my place before looking for another address. In fact once a policeman showed up and he had the wrong address, so I cannot say for sure. I would like to point out that C.L. has black hair but he's always had his hair to his shoulder but he could have buzzed it all off. Something else for me to ask C.L. about when I do track him down and have a little chat with him face to face. I'm not afraid of C.L. if he didn't know that before he knows after X-mas eve 2002 when I went to his parent's house in person. He must know that I had no idea if anyone would be there or not, that's why when I found out nobody was home I placed the letters and flyer inside their mailbox. I'm sure his parents had a little chat with him about it over turkey and dressing, I also expect an answer from him. If I do not get one I will have to show up once again and I don't care if I go to jail for it. I'm so very tried of living in the shadow of the Phantom and C.L. doing what he is. I keep a notebook of events that my stalker has done to me and any odd events that happen. So that if something happens to me there will be a record of this stalking.
THE STALKERS MAJOR LETTERS: Some of the content is omitted for personal reasons. My stalker has done his level best to disguise his identity by purposely spelling certain words wrong but then spelling them correctly. This includes my name he spells wrong then he spells it right elsewhere. I believe he mocks my dyslexia and my writing style too. He also sent me photocopies of his letters, my guess is his finger prints are not on the photocopies he sent me. Anyway I have rewritten the letters here as he wrote them on the with the wrong spelling, except for names and omitted areas.
Sept. 13th 1989 My birthday - (M.Mc) My room is as dark as my soul. Come to feel fear and feed on you're tears. NOTHING you can do!!!! No one will believe you. Do you cry at nite? (Omitted remarks) (C.L.) hates you, he would love to put his hands on you're neck!!!! Stay away from him or he mite kill you. Me too after I rape you. No one will find you're body parts. (Omitted remarks) 666 P.S. I've been in you're secret garden, when you're hanging out to dry. Phantom?
May 8th 1995 - (M.Mc.) My victom!!!! I had a dream, I was sticking needles in you're naked body and (C.L.) levitates above you. (Omitted remarks) I then put the rope on you're neck and pull. (Omitted remarks) His blood with you'res, you guys will rot togather, murdered. (Omitted remarks) See you in hell, bi*ch!!!! (A pentagram) Phantom? P.S. So you like the park? So do I! (666 around a cross and pentagram)
Aug 6th 1998 - A letter came with two notes inside. #1 - (M.Mc) Bi*ch you better stay away from him or both of you guys will pay. I know you sent him a letter the post office was paked. (C.L.) hates you you know it!!!! The f**khead beleaves you're blame for it all. I almost had you beleave was him. (C.L.) has more sh*t for brains than you. Do I have to prove to you guys I win? Stay away from him!!!! Phantom? 666 #2 - I know and I will soon be you're master. Phantom?
Submitted by M. Mc.
January 2003
Please email any information you may have regarding this stalker who calls himself, "Phantom."
This particular stalker, if not C.L. is possibly what is referred to as a "stranger stalker." Cases of "stranger stalkers" are not unheard of and more can be learned about this form of stalking through experts in the field of stalking.
Not all communications from this particular stalker are presented upon this website. Numerous letters from this "Phantom" stalker are withheld due to the severe derangement of these letters and the private information therein.
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