I met a girl in about 2011, when I was working for her parents doing yardwork. Well, that's not correct. I mysteriously failed at yardwork, because the machine burnt out, and they kinda blamed me (even though in the background I saw the husband revving the hell out of the weedwhacker). So I apologized, and even though I was still fired (they were convinced I wasn't up for managing the place while they were gone), I expressed interest in meeting this daughter of theirs, so after apologizing, they gave me her number. So I call this number, and it doesn't work. It's weird though, it doesn't work to call her. I try texting her, and it works. She gives me a number to call, I call her there. But she calls me back on the original number! In any case, I attend the party, and then after meeting her, because she's leaving town, I keep in touch mostly by text. Weeks later, I injure my head (and you have permission to mark every event parst this as due to brain damage, but I did take notes) while adjusting a hammock and it snaps apart and whacks me. I can't seem to stop bleeding and my folks aren't able to be reached, so I texted her. She was a help in need so I start texting her alot more. Despite supposedly having a job in home nursing, she seems to be available not only at any time but at the weirdest times (like I talk to her at 4am, and this is cool with her). Eventually, at the middle of a vacation, that she seens strangely ignorant of her own job, that she is super-available for me, and that she lives sketchily close to the capital convinces me that she's probably a spy (oh yeah, that and her phone doing the screwy one-way calling). I tell her this, and suddenly the girl who seemed available all the time won't contact me at all. I text her back and basically say "whatever, it's okay" and apologize. She says she's not but that I'm welcome to believe that if I want. So I go and test this theory. By making manual copies of most of the previous and current text messages. This is after, of course, concluding that everyone is out to get me since my client at gardening work suddenly seems to be saying alot of sketchy trigger phrases, and I freak out and leave home for awhile. This is after of course, despite running off and tossing my original phone, my parents not only find me an apartment but get me a new phone. This is after during the trip by car, discovering when waking in a rest stop during a blizzard as it freezes to a temperature that the in side of the car mists that someone apparently used the inside of the car to smear the words "Call." I move to a nearby town, I stay in touch with this girl, testing whether she in fact is a spy and writing down everything to later analyze. I get about two jobs in this town, meeting another girl. Same mannerisms, similar inability to call her directly, same intense eyes. I meet a few other girls in the next few years, but I'm struck with how it feels like I'm meeting the same girl in different guises with just the slightest amount of their backstory changed. Anyway, stuff happens and by this point, I'm writing down everything everyone texts me, and kinda neurotic. At one point, after being turned down by the second girl, I arrange a date with the first one for coffee. Apparently, the coffee place is barricaded foe some strange Saturday festival, and a bunch of people in town are in on this prank. By the time I find a parking space, and walk towards the place (which turns out to have closed by this point), she changes her mind and we're about to cancel, but somehow it switches to her meeting me for dinner at a Chinese restaurant. I start thinking about the logistics of blocking off this place, and having a small crowd of people involved in a strange parade. At church (which I've started going because increasingly, my life is stressful and even this theory is starting not to make sense because of things like spatial problems of someone being in multiple locations or being very different body types, many many people involved, and I'm starting to conclude that the idea that this girl being a disguise artist/spy actually makes less sense than some sort of supernatural being able to do this, like a fox spirit) they talk about during the sermon about how many people in searching the truth of things go down false paths and become insane. I gradually taper off the recording every little smidgeon, and just start writing down coincidences. These too begin to stack up, and I eventually realize that something religious (such as having met Jesus) makes far more sense than an omnipresent spy who arranges large festivals simply to troll me. While it certainly is possible that this is the work of a demon or fox spirit or whatever besides God, one thing I could be sure of from these copious notes is that the more I looked at this an analysed it, the less things made sense under a strictly secular assumption that she was some kind of agent. No, the weirder notion actually squared better with things like meeting her in one place, and meeting other people in places quite far away. Even if I were to triangulate their position as someone living nearby (the only way this would work), they would somehow have to not only quickly change but instantly do so, and make it to a location ahead of me, while being extremes from the direction I traveled. Maybe I could buy some super-secret road getting them there hours early, but this also includes changing while driving. Even with a team, some of this stuff was strange. And then there was an anime club where I watched a hollow Titan (Attack on Titan), and three days later the priest talks about the object of our fear seeming big and scary but that God will teach us that it's actually hollow. Stuff like this, and if I checked over my notes, I could go on and on.
