Must End Soon
For the forty-second day in a row you arrive at work and find that there is an offensive voicemail waiting for you.
“You left without paying and you will soon do so you fucking bitch. Nobody leaves without paying. Understand?”
You replace the handset and feel the sick sensation rising inside you again. Why does this keep happening. You do not recognise the voice, in fact is sounds somehow synthesised or distorted, no doubt to mask who it is. Notwithstanding this, you know where this message came from. All forty-two messages will be from the same source. The messages are always left on your work voicemail, never anywhere else. They are left at different times, always different times but at some point between 9pm and 6am, accordingly you are never at your desk when the message comes in. You would deactivate your voicemail but you need it and of course I know this. That is why the messages are always left there. You have changed your work telephone number three times and you really do not want to ask the infrastructure team to have to do it again. You saw the eye-rolling last time. It is not as if they cannot believe you, you have played the messages to them but you know what they are thinking.
“Deal with it, it is just some crank who will tire of it soon enough.”
Well six weeks have passed and there is no sign of tiring, no a sniff of fatigue. The messages are as savage and as vitriolic as usual. You changed the number but still the messages got through. Someone here is obviously telling me about the changes. Who could it be? Someone in the infrastructure team? Your secretary? Another colleague? So many potential suspects but then you always did wonder why I took such an interest in meeting so many people from where you worked. So many people to choose from, to recruit, to ensure one or more has become a lieutenant and ready to assist me in my work. It could anybody out of twenty people and you cannot go around accusing them without some concrete evidence. You can imagine the reaction if you did this and also the repercussions with human resources. This is another fact that we know and wish to exploit.
You tried to ignore the messages but after fourteen days of it, with the messages making threats about retribution and revenge you eventually confronted us. We pleaded innocence and told you that we would not do something like that. We looked shocked and concerned but then we would since you took a witness with you Still we enjoyed the fuel from you turning up at our door. We tried to get you to come in so we could discuss it further but you must have been alerted to the whine of the hoover as you stood firm. There is time yet. There is always time. We know that your defences can be breached. You just showed us this to be the case and therefore we will keep pressing, probing and looking for that opportune moment.
The messages tend to stick to a theme of punishing you and that is what makes you think it is me. You hoped your pleas on the fourteenth day went heeded, that even though we had denied it, you were on to us. The next morning you saw the red light flashing on your ‘phone indicating that you had a voicemail message from overnight. You toyed with getting someone else to listen but then it might be something else so you dialled the code and listened.
“Think you can stop the punishment do you? Never. You have sinned and you must atone.”
You sat down and began to cry as the words, each one spat out in a staccato style had their effect. You begged for a truce. Why would we agree to that when we know the effect that our words will be having on you. We may not be able to see you as you receive each one, every morning, but we know you well enough. We know you will be angered and then shocked and nervous, dreading accessing your voicemail box. We need not see your reaction. It is enough for us to know how you will be reacting and thus we achieve our aim of garnering fuel from you.
By the twenty-third day you had involved infrastructure in trying to trace where the call was coming from but they drew a blank. By the thirty-seventh day you had opted to call in her majesty’s finest to solve the problem. You had saved all the messages and handed over the audio file of this disembodied voice. You somehow managed to persuade the police to visit me and I was of course most co-operative and charming. I let them look through my call list on my mobile phone which had no evidence on it. I even produced evidence that demonstrated that I could not have made those calls even if I had wanted to on several of the nights in question and that convinced them that they were barking up the wrong tree. Of course they were, you do me a dis-service if you think I would get my hands dirty with this particular campaign. I have others to do this for me, to avoid detection and still I get to gather the fuel as I picture your frightened and shocked reaction as I still manage to penetrate your attempts to evade me.
You are wondering when it will end. Surely I will not keep this up forever? Surely I will move on to someone else and be preoccupied with them? I have someone else and they are far better than you but you still deserved to be tormented and tortured for your treachery and your deceit. You deserve to be punished. You think it must end soon. I know it won’t. Not while you continue to give me what I want. In addition, I know I have the ace up my sleeve that I can use the ending of this campaign as a way to bring you back into the fold. If you give you and me another chance, this can all stop can’t it? Make it go away by just accepting my terms and you can bring this campaign to an end. It is not time for that yet however. I feel no need to bring you back as my primary source. I have one in place, no thanks to your sudden treachery. No, there is much mileage in this malign hoovering for some time yet. This will not be ending soon.
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I had a decoy phone that I left on, and when I moved, I did not leave forwarding address. He left all these vile messages, with differing emotions, after a time, the messages started to feel like more of a joke. I just became less and less and less detached. I would forget about my decoy phone, and then, months later, listen to the 100s of messages, just shaking my head, saying to myself, “wow. what a whack job!” Eventually, the messages died down, but it took years, and now they are non existent. Same with my old address, letters went on for years, like he was having some type of relationship all by himself, never getting any response.
Hello Sam, he was still obtaining Thought Fuel for a time and then felt these hoovers might yield results. You must have yielded plenty of fuel for him to have kept trying and this serves as a useful example of how we do keep trying.
If the target had not responded with anxiety/the wish for the phone number to be changed, and just pushed through. Would the calls have continued? How would you have switched tactics?
They would have done for a while until it became apparent that the desired effect was not being achieved. There would be a contingency margin built in to continue them for a little while longer even if there was no confirmation of the desired effect being achieved, part of it is based on knowing the nature of the subject. I would have looked at alternative method of drawing fuel, there are many different ways.
BRRRR…this is cold. I came in to get out of the heat of a hot Summer Solstice day and got more than I bargained for. Do you consider this to be revenge or punishment? (Maybe that’s a distinction without a difference.) As always, thanks for the insight.
Both and you are welcome.
This type of hoovering does seem very sociopathic to me. Surely you wouldn’t go this far, would you, HG?
The end always justifies the means.
My best friend who had to end a five year relationship with a raging alcoholic, as it turns out after following you for almost a year, we discovered he falls in the lower to mid-victim Narcissist. She actually booked and paid for one month at a hotel to drive him to when she officially kicked him out of her house for good. Although she packed majority of clothes and things that could go there, many of his things like furniture, tools, etc remained at her house. For six months following, the allotment of voice messages he left for her was insane. He felt he had the right to say or do anything until he got the rest of his things. The problem was he was living from 1 friend’s couch to another. Being called a “f’ng bitch” was a mild day. As time went on she’d maybe get a week or two reprieve, then it would start. In the course of an hour, she would get, “I love you. You’re still my best friend”. After 5 minutes of being ignored, then a vc msg raging, how she is a “f’ng C*nt”. She’s a “black-hearted whore” (insert vile sexual images) and would end with such a “spoiled bitch”. When another 5 minutes would go by with no response from her, “I love you. I didn’t mean any of that. I just hurt so bad. Can you just talk to me?”
Oh yes, those kind of threatening messages are very real.
It really is chilling to be on the receiving end. I feel bad for your best friend.
That is very kind. She has completely rebounded. This happened 2 years ago. She’s getting remarried this August to a very nice man.
Sounds like my ordeal…..what a whack job. So disappointing.
You can recover and have a very happy ending like she did!
I know this all too well. Mine is the opposite. Sweet kind and loving when I am gone…. When I am back total ignore… I feel like a yoyo
21,744 new messages. Why would anyone leave someone who pays such attention? It is chilling. My N2 was a slacker. My personal phone only had 118 messages over 3 days. Ringer off.
Why at work and why at night? Wouldn’t you get a better reaction during the day when your supply person didn’t know if it was a genuine client or you (or lieutenants)? Disposable phones make this torture an easy practice, day or night. That’s not a suggestion, btw. Evidently, your way is what works for you.
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Valid point but think about how the victim,when getting ready for bed wonders if there will be a greeting message in the morning. They will be struggling to get off to sleep wondering if the message is being recorded that moment. When they wake it will be at the forefront of their mind, as they get ready for work and commute. Imagine the fuel that comes from having such an effect. Our message is likely to be the first that greets them, rather than becoming lost amongst the day’s messages/
True. Your message would he the first they would hear. The anxiety would be the fact that it was happening at all. I’d think it would be startling to pick up the phone and hear the spew just before a major presentation. So so happy my work doesn’t have voicemail. Thank you company.
I am a bit speechless.. I have seen so many narcissistic relationships end, but none ending like this.. At most stalking and following but this is such a psychological torture.. I assume a person at the very far end of the malignant spectrum.
Thanks for your answer.
Pleasure Nikita.
Is this a true story? How can this be? I would use every authority to make it stop and never talk to this person again in my life..
And I would really deeply examine myself on how did I wind up with in this situation? How did I get here? This would be a wake up call.
Indeed it is and when someone offends our kind through the commission of such treachery a malign hoover such as this Nikita is the result. In your world, the victim has done nothing wrong other than try to escape us. Of course in our world, that is an act of treason for which the repercussions are long-lasting and severe. Yes, you would do well to utilise outside assistance to counter such behaviour, but it does not always work.
Nikita-this has happened to me…..my car window was smashed!! All valuables were untouched….he (N3) took things that I care about-family photos and my work schedule! This happened in my work parking lot…..funny thing is…for the last 2 weeks, I felt I was being watched while walking out to my car….
I was right…..be careful out there, Ladies!
These N guys play hardball!
Hi T !! You have so many stories. Sorry this happend to you. It happened to me too but I got robbed.
Greetings. Hope you are doing good.
Nikita, do you think it was your ex N that robbed you? He only took things of no monetary value from my car….like a photo album from my father’s estate…but those pics had been copied, so I still have them…
N3 used to work for the county crime lab. He has been trained as an officer….they wanted him to have a badge when going out to crime scenes…he knows that taking things of value would get the police to investigate it. They only took a report for the vandalism….no robbery…no investigation 😟.
I wished he would just disappear….I don’t even like him as a person anymore….I just feel disgusted by him now….
Hi T.
No me I got robbed plainly robbed 😖.
I have never had with any of my exes thise kinds of problems. All very civilized.
Sorry to hear.. Until short it seemed to me you were still fond of N3…
I was fond of him until I decided to take the blinders off my eyes and see him for what he is! I don’t dislike him because he has issues….I dislike him because he’s behaving so ugly! Obviously, he has some control over his actions…he can control himself-he didn’t have to hurt my feelings or damage my property. He cost me a $100 dollar insurance deductible for that window…not including what it will cost to have the privacy glass tint added on additionally! I should just send him a copy of the bill and request payment!!😡. However, if all he wants is attention-he sure the hell won’t get it!!! I’ll eat the cost of the window and consider it getting off cheap—he’s out of my life forever–and all it took was $100 to drive home what a jerk he really is!
Hmmm seems he is very angry… Hopefully it goes away soon.
I agree better not fight over money when its not a big amount and it would only bring harassment.
He’s angry because he’s had to downgrade to dating women that aren’t me! I’m not being arrogant…I’m just being honest. Quality singles are not plentiful where we live….male or female….it’s a challenge to meet someone nice around here…
His loss then T 😃
HG do you do this to all of your primary sources?
No.