Ten years ago I began life over; the Witness Protection Program in charge of my present destiny...

I was stalked by a boy that I met through a dating service. We made a date and then another date. However I found him unpredictable and oddly scary.I turned him down for a forth date. As predicted, this angered him, but I thought he’d simply sulk then move on. To summarize this aspect of my life, he began to call me nonstop along with slipping frightening gifts in my mailbox, One was a dead crow. As is true of stalkers his antics escalated. Terrified, I called the police who ssid without proof,they couldn’t help me.

One night after work, I came home, a nervous wreck, as usual. Unable to relax, I opened my door, turned on the light, and let out a scream. All of my walls had been slashed, with fake blood everywhere. From there, all I remember is is face, and his body over mine. He had a knife and was stabbing me over and over. I woke up in the hospital. A neighbor had seen my door open and blood all over. I’m told the ambulance was at my apartment in less than ten minutes. I woke up in the hospital two days later.I was there three month’s. On release, my stalker had not been captured.

I was put in the Witness Protection Program,

and moved to a remote town up in the Sandhills of Nebraska . The population of the town, five thousand. My apartment was above a drugstore; my job was working for the man who owned the drugstore, the pharmacist.

After two years of being a clerk and running the soda fountain, I was ready to move on and to earn more money. I had always been interested in dating services despite everything-but the town I lived in was too small. Gathering my courage, I moved twenty miles away, to the county seat to start my own business. a dating service.

With the help of my parents, I rented a small building. A year later, I was in business Another year and I had a reputation for being skilled at matching people, Very relaxed and cured of my constant fear, I ran the business alone. One night while working late, I was reading the apps, when my eyes flew wide open while chills ran all over my body, I was looking at an app my stalker had filled out.

I looked out the window but didn’t see him. Still terrified, I reached for the phone to call the sheriff. I lifted the phone but never made the call. He had his knife in my face. It was him, my stalker come to visit me.

Four mo later.

I was just released from the hospital again. Unfortunately, my stalker still hasn’t been caught. This time the police are sending me to a small town in Alaska. I never want to see a dating app again. I took a job cleaning fish.

Even stalkers join dating services.