I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online
Kane messaged me over the private work IM with two anonymous account names and passwords. He and I flooded the post. They would flow into my accounts as well and I’d never touch them, seeing how long it took her to view.
After two working hours like this, we took a long lunch and went back to my place. Kane had a new image of her and even without the shadows, her eyes looked like big black holes.
“Creepy.” I shuddered, refreshing the page to watch new comments roll in. She was replying innocently enough, completely ignoring the solid advice that would’ve blocked us from being able to stay on her like this.
Other people were making throwaway accounts to creep on her with and I couldn’t be more ecstatic. I watched her flounder and panic and then finally, fresh brilliance creeped up on me. As the comments started to slow, I found one of the creeper comments I wasn’t responsible for and replied to it for her. “Stop it. Stop. Just stop.”
Her replies stopped abruptly. She stopped replying to Kane on Blacklight or in messenger and when he tried to call her on Skype, the call forwarding pushed it to my phone.
We had to go back to work, but I sat on the silent accounts for the rest of the day. I watched everything go dark and silent and I assumed she was pretending to take the helpful advice she had received.
But that night, new texts started rolling in.
Self [09:09PM]: Where are you?
99xxxxxxx [09:11PM]: Library.
Self [9:11PM]: Want to hang out?
99xxxxxxx[09:15PM]: No, studying.
Self [9:16PM]: Hang out with me!!!
99xxxxxxx[9:22PM]: YOU should also be studying
Self [9:22PM]: Fine, I’ll come to the library.
99xxxxxxx[9:34PM]: hey are you still coming? The power went out in the building, I think everyone left pretty quick, I don’t hear anyone around. Could you come up to Floor 6 and walk down with me? I’m creeped out.
Self [9:34PM]: I’m here.
99xxxxxxx[9:34PM]: Where???
Self [9:34PM]: here (:
I wasn’t waiting for it to go any further. I wasn’t about to have text messages from a dead Jane Doe on my phoneagain. I called Kane and told him what was happening. He was at my door 10 minutes later with four new text messages in. He connected my phone to a small tablet device and started to do some crazy PC guru stuff as my phone kept going off. I paced and waited, reading the messages on my screen.
99xxxxxxx[9:45PM]: I guess I’m heading downstairs.
Self [9:45PM]: Are you?
99xxxxxxx[9:47PM]: The door to come out of the stairwell on Floor 3 is fucked, I’m trapped between 4 and 3. Please come open the door.
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