I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online
“Unless she took the phone for someone else and let them have the sim card after she got my info, yeah.” I was the one shrugging now. “What other explanation is there?”
Kane opened his laptop back up. “Alright…let’s go Catfishing.”
I came back to the table with two fresh cups of coffee and a plate of milk and sugar. “This is a really weird form of Catfishing, honestly. We are who we say we are and she’s not.”
Kane snorted as he tossed sugar into his coffee. “Get your laptop, Al. It’s going to be a long day.”
We followed her around the internet for three days. Saturday and Sunday passed without issue, but had to separately call in to our departments to keep at it on Monday. Kane talked to her and felt her out. I programmed waves of spambots that had her name, online moniker, and threatening messages in them. Some of them were discreet, some flew right over her head.
Kane even got bored at times and flat out tried to incriminate himself, but she was too daft to pick up on it. We mocked her and things she said. She was sometimes good at pretending to be me, sometimes not.
“No, I wasn’t Clementine until 2009. But I’ve been that way for ages and I’m not changing for some freaky spam. This name means a lot to me, where and when I got it are memories I’m very attached to.”
What a load of fucking bullshit. It’s from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, just like every other Clementine before the Walking Dead video games.
I finally got tired of it. Kane had tracked the IPs she was posting from to a small town not too far from us. We were either going to break her or turn her in. At 5 PM on Monday, after almost 72 hours of obsessive online stalking, Kane and I each sent her one last message.
(Kane)welcomeallie: nous vous verrons bientôt
(Me)BillYEvret4546: nous savons qui vous êtes
It was almost a full 24 hours after we sent the last messages that she posted something online: I’m An Admin On A Small Website And Weird, Creepy Things Have Been Happening To Me.
My phone exploded with notifications and emails. I logged in as Anonymous and watched it unfold. Surely she wasn’t this much of an idiot.