All names in this post have been changed.
This story begins seemingly innocently enough. Someone rang the doorbell at the house where a friend of mine lived. Her dad opened the door to find a gangly, awkward looking young man asking “Does stargirlwayback (SG) still live here?”. Her dad said she no longer did. “Okay. Could you let her know that Jay stopped by?” he said as he went back to his car. SG’s dad relayed the message to her. He also said that Jay looked lost and disoriented and was acting very strange. So strange that he’d asked Jay if he needed to go to the hospital.
James “Jay” Mudgett is a friend of ours. He’s an all around good-natured guy who’s fun to be around. He hadn’t talked to SG for a while but he’s a good friend and coworker of mine who I see almost every day. Needless to say, the description given by SG’s dad made us both very concerned as this didn’t seem like the Jay we knew at all. Freshly 30 at the time, he seemed way too young to be having a stroke or dementia nor was he into drugs of any kind. Fortunately, when she told me what happened, I was going to see him that day at work anyway. I could see if he came in and I could easily check on how he was doing and whether he was okay.
When I saw him, he seemed like his perfectly normal self and like nothing odd had happened that day at all. He was jovial, alert and perfectly coherent. That settled, I talked about arranging a hangout with the three of us and maybe some of our mutual friends.
About 8 months later…
SG had broken-up with her then live-in boyfriend and moved back into her dad’s house. On the market again, she began perusing a dating site. Then she stumbled across the dating profile of someone she recognized. It was Jason McMahon, who had recently broken up with a former friend of hers who proved to be extremely abusive and controlling to him and a raging nuisance to everyone else around her. It had been years since SG had spoken to him in any fashion, but given the news, she felt it suitable to at least offer a brief pat on the back. Happy to see him free of that mess, but not feeling like playing a full game of catch-up, SG sent him an anonymous message basically saying that she was glad he finally got away from that utterly toxic relationship with Ms. Abusive Ass-Tiara.
Shortly thereafter, this guy showed up on her doorstep too. SG and her family were just about to go out to dinner when there he was, as if he had every reason to be there. Never mind that Jason lived some 30 miles away. Never mind that she hadn’t had any contact with him in years, not even via Facebook. Never mind that in her message, the only clues to her identity were her age and city with no names, photos or contact info attached whatsoever. He figured the anonymous person must have been SG and judging by his later awkward overtures, also figured this meant she was interested in dating him.
The unannounced visit was awkward and brief. The whole “my family is going to dinner right now” thing luckily provided a convenient out, but an impressive amount of discomfort and confusion was crammed into those few brief minutes. This was including but not limited to him telling SG that Ms. Abusive Ass Tiara was always talking about trying a threesome with her. (Makes you want to join in with those two yourself, doesn’t it?)
A week or two later, despite the fact that no contact information was exchanged, SG managed to hear from Jason McMahon yet again. In the form of a letter left on her doorstep. He had shown up again to find that no one was home and left it there along with his “card”.
For SG, this had already gone far enough. In addition to this, he’d already showed up at her work which quite luckily happened to be on her day off. Then I remembered that time the previous year, when “Jay” showed up on her doorstep the first time. The pattern was all too clear. To make sure, I had asked Jay Mudgett if he remembered showing up on SG’s doorstep that fall. He said he never did, further reinforcing my suspicions. It began to seem like that guy who showed up even before the dating site exchange was actually not Jay Mudgett but Jason “Jay” McMahon. It matched his M.O. and also happened right around the time he broke up with Abusive Ass-Tiara. This was a five-alarm creep-blaze.
Even more alarmed than before, SG saved copies of their online exchanges and the letter he left. Using the address scribbled on the half-burnt playing card, she mailed him a letter. In the letter, she was going to make some accommodations like “we can still hang out with mutual friends” but the truth was, they no longer had any mutual friends. They scarcely even had mutual interests anymore. She instead opted to tell him to stop trying to contact her at all. She told him not to show up on her doorstep anymore or send any more letters and advised not to do that to anyone else.
Examination is next.