It started out innocently enough back in 2002. I was on AOL Instant Messenger back then and people would IM me quite often with questions about AMC. It's a role I've always been OK with. Flee was one of these people. But he soon turned bothersome, relentlessly asking me where my information came from, how he could also get it or if he could work for me. But the main question over and over and over again was "where do you get your information?" I gave him my usual two responses, the nicer, "Through the years I worked very hard to cultivate sources. I have several places and people I get information from," and for the ones who keep asking after that answer, "I can tell you but then I'd have to kill you." These answers were never enough for Flee. He just kept asking. And I tried to be kind, telling him that even my closest friends don't know where I get information and they are people I trust. He insisted that I could trust him, begging me to let him prove it to me. How? I don't know. He told me his name, where he lives, what school he went to, etc. Believing that all this information would suddenly make him my AMC confidante. And it didn't stop there. He begged me, daily, for a chance to be the one I could trust with all my secrets. I repeatedly said no, and the more I said no, the more abusive he got and the angrier I got. Whenever I told him to "fuck off" or "leave me the hell alone" or anything he threatened to post everything I said on my message board so my "fans" could see what I was really like. Here's a little clip:
Flee: lets let the people decide
Me: oh a threat!
Flee: on your message board
Me: go on
Flee: OK give me a sec
Me: do it, watch me ban you. cuz I can. easily
Flee: ban me?
Me: you think I'm going to let you trash me on my own board and not ban your ass?
Flee: you think I shouldn't tell everybody all the nasty things you have said to me???
Me: is it someone else's business?
Flee: well its hurtful
Me: and just what nasty things have I said to you anyway?
Flee: well you have hurt my oh so immature 19 year old self many times
Me: I'm fucking hurt by people every damn day of my life you little shit!!!
Flee: little shit now huh
Me: do you think I go off and blab it all over fucking creation
Flee: well all I ever wanted was to be friends and you act like I am asking you to cut off brad pitts penis
Me: what the hell does that mean?
Yeah, I was pissed. He never shut up. He became so bothersome that I blocked him. But a Flee cannot be gotten rid of that easily. He just got a new screen name and started again. The same idiotic behavior, the same threats to tell my message board how mean I am, the same begging to be trusted and given information about AMC. The dude was really really crazy. And it got even worse. He claimed I was so mean to him that he was going to log off and commit suicide. And then, a day later he had three or four of his friends IM me and ask me if I had talked to Flee yet that day and that they had heard something terrible happened to him. I ignored all the messages, but they all eventually told me he was dead, and that he had killed himself the night before after he spoke to me. It was, of course, a big fat lie. Flee thought he was teaching me a lesson.
He and all his friends and all the other names of his that I knew of were permanently blocked. I blocked his email address from my email. I blocked his screen name and email address from my message board. But alas, none of these things are fool proof and Flee certainly was a fool. He would use different screen names and email addresses to sign up on the message board and he'd post really creepy messages like... "Why hello there Lalia, did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" I'd delete and block everything he signed up with but I could not block his IP, which would make it a done deal. He was on AOL and when you block an AOL IP, you block many many people, not just one. So I had to make due with blocking him each time he came back. And it never worked completely. He kept trying to talk to other members of the message board in an effort to get them to talk to me on his behalf. This went on for two years!
It was clear I needed help here. My pleas to AOL to remove him went on deaf ears. I wasn't an AOL subscriber, I just used their freebie chat app so they didn't give a shit about my complaints. So I went to my friend C. She is my cyber guru and has helped me with countless problems on the internet, with computers and with crazy people. So I asked her how I could get rid of this guy once and for all. I told her everything I knew about him since he told me a lot about himself in an effort to win my trust. And through our research on Flee, we found a picture of him on his college's website and immediately honed in on the fact that the dude had one eyebrow. Not a unibrow, he was actually missing one. Nice look. C had a plan and told me to relax, she'd take care of it. This is a woman I trust and I did relax and waited to hear how things went.
C started to IM him. He didn't really seem to put together, at first, that C was my friend. She chit chatted with him a little and then when he got comfortable with a random person IMing him, she was able to convince him to show her a picture of himself and found out that he had one eyebrow because the other mysteriously fell out. Yes, it just fell out! We suspected he either had the mange or ringworm.
So it went on for a few days, and C would IM him and say hilarious things like "Hey, how's the brow?" and he would just chat with her. And she'd ask him crazy stuff like, "Hey, have you ever had head cheese?" and inevitably he would have no idea what she's talking about. She went on to explain to him what headcheese is, "well, let me explain it, first you find a small woodland animal in the forest and then you kill them (fox/rabbit preferably), then you dress them (Just like Ed Gein field dressed Bernice Worden) and you scrape out the insides of the head and mold it together to make a block of spongy stuff... which you slather onto melba toast, it's tres delicioso." And most of the time he would just laugh at her or pretend he knew what she was talking about.
And then she went in for the kill, here's a little bit of what C did to him:
C: I was thinking, do you like to sew? Do you have a dog named precious?He took off after that but she wasn't through with him, oh no, she wasn't! But he was actually getting scared. She continued to IM him with Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs references and he got more and more freaked out. She told him to rub the lotion on his skin. She told him to "put the lotion in the fucking basket!" She was as relentless with him as he was with me and finally he was so freaked out that he was afraid that she was going to try and kill him. To which she replied with her absolute best line ever and complete tour de force, "I never said I wanted to kill you, I said you'd make a great purse."
C: I do. I have a poodle named Precious.
C: I love to get naked, tuck my peepee between my legs and dance around naked in front of a video camera. you'd make a great coat, darling, such white smooth skin think we can meet up?
Flee: your peepee?
C: yes, I have a penis. I'm pre op. didn't I tell you this?
C: oh yes. i love skinny little white boys. taste like keebler club crackers
Flee: OK you are crazy. later
C: me crazy? hahahahahah. roflicious. WWF ROFLMANIA
C: goodbye my friend. I will dream of you in a well
Flee: who the fuck are you
C: Jamie Gumb, Private Investigator
Flee: LOL how did you get my screename
C: I grow special Death Moths
Flee: you are obsessed with silence of the lambs
C: I told you that already, can't you remember things? Do you do drugs? Drugs are bad...mmmkay. Kittens everywhere have appealing eyes. TURKEY WOMBAT!
And after that, I was never ever again bothered by Flee and I am forever in C's debt for ridding me of that insect! There's never a dull moment in the land of soaps or it's fans!