A girl kept calling me at 3am, claiming that she was my girlfriend. She wasn't.

I got a phone call from this girl who claimed that she was my girlfriend and I had been cheating on her. I had no idea what she was talking about; I didn't have a girlfriend at the time. I tried to explain that to her, but she just started screaming at me and kept telling me that I was a liar and that I had been cheating on her.<br><br>I told her that if I was her boyfriend, then I would need her to tell me her name and she said "I'm Alex. I've been your girlfriend for 3 months and I know that you've been with some other girl. I've seen you! I know what you did!"I tried to tell her again that I wasn't her boyfriend, but she was too angry. She kept yelling at me, asking me questions about what kind of person would cheat on their girlfriend, whether or not I was doing it because she was too fat and ugly.<br><br>Finally, I managed to get a word in edgewise and I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about. I explained that I wasn't her boyfriend, I didn't even know her. I tried to convince her by telling me the address of my house, but she said that I was lying because she didn't know my address. Then she asked me where she lived, and I told her that I didn't know her so I didn't know where she lived. She started crying and telling me that I was a bad person and that I had to stop playing games with her.<br><br>We went back and forth like that for like 20 minutes, me trying to tell her that I was not her boyfriend and her telling me that I was a bad person for cheating on her. Finally she asked me for my name and I told her. She started crying again and said "I don't even know your name? How could you do this to me?*click*<br><br><br><br>She kept calling me like 3 or 4 times a week, usually at around 3am. Sometimes she would have a new story, like how she had seen me talking to another girl and she had followed us to the mall and watched while I bought this other girl some clothes. But no matter how much detail she put into her stories, I was positive that she was lying. I had no idea how she had gotten my number or who she really was, but I was glad that I wasn't actually her boyfriend.<br><br>This went on for around 3 months. I had thought about calling the police, but I wasn't sure if they would do anything about it. It's not like she was threatening to hurt me or anything. She was just angry and annoying.<br><br>Then, one night, she called me again. But this time it was different. "Hi baby," she said. I was groggy from sleep and wasn't really thinking clearly. I said "huh?" And she said "I'm sorry about how I've been acting lately. I feel really bad about how I've been yelling at you. I know that I shouldn't have been doing it. I just get worried sometimes, you know?"<br><br>I was groggy and confused, and I wasn't really thinking about the fact that she had been calling me and yelling at me for months. I kind of forgot that she had been doing it at all. For some reason, I thought that she was my girlfriend and she was apologizing for being mean to me lately. "I know baby, its ok" I said. "I'm sorry too. I love you."<br><br>She started crying and said "I love you too. I miss you so much. I'm going to come over right now and pick you up, ok?"I said ok and she said that she was on her way.<br><br>I was still groggy at the time, but as soon as I hung up the phone I realized that I didn't know what to do. I had no idea how she had gotten my number, I didn't know where she lived and she didn't know my address. There was no way that she could actually show up at my house. But still, I didn't want to find out.<br><br>I thought about calling the police, but like I said, she hadn't threatened to hurt me or anything. She had only been yelling at me because she thought that I was her boyfriend. But still, I had a bad feeling about the situation. So I decided to call the police anyway.<br><br>I called the police and I explained the situation to them. They told me that it sounded like I had a stalker, and they would need me to file a report if I wanted them to do anything about it. But they also told me to stay in my house and call them back if she actually showed up. So I did.<br><br>I waited for like 45 minutes, and I never saw her. I figured that she had been lying about how she was going to come over and pick me up. I was thinking that she had been lying about everything, that she had never seen me and she didn't even live in my city. I didn't hear from her again for a long time after that, and I had almost forgotten about the whole thing.<br><br>It wasn't until around 3 months later, when I was at Wendy's with some of my friends. There was a girl working at the register, and she looked vaguely familiar. I tried to ignore her, I didn't want to be rude or anything, and I didn't even know why she looked familiar. I paid for my food and took a seat next to my friends. It was until I saw her walk out of the back of the restaurant, now clocked out and wearing a red hoodie, that I figured out who she was.<br><br>It was Alex, the girl who had been calling me and claiming to be my girlfriend. I got up and ran out of the restaurant as fast as I could, without even grabbing my food. I didn't look back until I was in the drivers seat of my car, speeding out of the parking lot. Alex was standing outside the door, waving at me frantically. I didn't see her again after that, until one night when I got another phone call from her. "Hello boyfreind" she said. I hung up and called the police again.