I dealt with a stalker between December of 1990 and April of 1996. Back then, cell phones were almost nonexistent. There was no caller ID where I live until spring of 1996. My stalker never made himself known to me. To this day I still don’t know who he was. He called two or three nights a week in the middle of the night just to let me know that he knew where I was, and what I had been doing that day. Sometimes he would call my workplace when he knew I was the last person to leave the office. He would leave messages on my answering machine that he’d seen me at the grocery store and would comment on the things he had seen me buy. When my engagement announcement was in the newspaper, he left a message to say that he might swing up to the venue to see me in my wedding dress and maybe introduce himself. It was incredibly stressful, and I was scared all the time. I made several police reports about it but back then, there were no stalking laws in Montana, and the police told me that, unless, and until he assaulted me or worse, there was nothing that they could do.
In 1993, I purchased a Smith & Wesson .38 revolver and began to train with a certified instructor. I took basic handgun training and worked hard over the next three years, finally graduating in combat training. I learned how to clear my own house.
One night, I came home from work to find my front door slightly ajar and called the police to help me. They wouldn’t come without evidence that the house had been burglarized. My husband was out of town so I had to deal with it on my own. It’s just how it was back in the day. It may have been this nut creeping in my house, I don’t know. It might have been my mistake…but I doubt it.
I’ve been following the Idaho murders closely. The suspect is a full on psychopath in my opinion. He was, by all the accounts that have been made public, a stalker. They get off on stalking their prey. Women are their prey. I hope he never sees the light of day, ever.
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