☰ Necklace From Work

[A Have Tools, Will Travel... Story]



Here's another email. 
I responded to Greta, but unfortunately, I don't have any information or special knowledge that can help her. I hate that she has to deal with her issue all alone, but, honestly, there's nothing I can do. I will keep looking for more information concerning her situation though. Maybe something will change for the better pretty soon. I hope so.

-Connor





Hi Connor,


I wanted to share my story with you. I'm not a handyman or construction worker, but I do interior design, and I work closely with a construction crew. (I’m a girl by the way). 

My job is kind of weird, in that, when my customers renovate, (by customers, I mean rich folks…), they call me in to do a mock-up of what the place will look like when it’s finished. 

I work closely with others on all steps involved in the rebuilt process. From the inception of the makeover, all the way to staging the final touches. I oversee everything. My main focus is design, and making customers supremely happy with what they pay for. 

I hope that makes sense. 

Anyway, my story is about this necklace I found in an old house I was helping make over for a young actress. I'm super into vintage. I love old stuff. Old furniture, old houses, old cars, you name it, if it's really old and really rare I love it. I never had access to old jewelry before, so when I saw it, I asked the actress if she wouldn't mind if I took it to an antique shop and had it looked at. She told me I could keep the necklace. She said it gave her the creeps. So I did.

I should have listened to her. I should have given the necklace to the antique shop, or sold it to a pawn shop. It certainly wasn't worth all of the trouble it caused.

I had it cleaned and polished. I loved it. 

I finally got a chance to wear the necklace when this guy asked me out to dinner. He and I had been dancing around actually going on a date for a couple months, so you can imagine my excitement when he finally asked. I got ready for the date feeling more nervous than usual. I decided to wear the necklace, hoping that it would be a great conversation piece mid-dinner if things got quiet.

In this day and age, guys don't come and pick you up from your house anymore. I'm thankful for that. I met him at the restaurant and I was about 5 minutes early. This guy was super shy; I mean, it took him three months to finally ask me to dinner, but when I saw him at the restaurant, he stared straight at the necklace and got this crazy look in his eyes.

I tried to ignore it and change the conversation because he wouldn’t quit talking about it. He wanted to know where I got it, could he touch it, could he take a picture of me wearing it. It was weird.

It creeped me out so bad, I told him I wasn’t feeling well and left early. I headed out into the eatery’s dark parking lot and I thought I heard someone following me. I was wearing high heels, so I didn’t run. I tried rooting around in my bag for my pepper spray, but when I heard the rustle behind me again, I abandoned the idea of defending against an attacker and decided to just try and escape whoever was tailing me.

I got to my car and looked behind me again and I saw Syd just standing there. (That was his name by the way, Sydney). He looked deranged. He was nothing like this when I first met him. He’d been very quiet and shy, but now he was turning out to be my worst nightmare.

I quickly got in my car and left. I haven’t ‘officially’ heard from him since, but I have heard noises outside my downstairs window at night and it makes me think of Syd, just standing in that parking lot, waiting to do god knows what to me. Maybe chop me up into tiny pieces. Maybe something worse.

I know you must be thinking that Syd’s behavior had nothing to do with the necklace. I thought that too, until it happened again. This time, I was wearing the necklace when the guy at the coffee shop handed me my latte. I’d been wearing a scarf, but I started feeling stuffy in the coffee house, so I took it off. As soon as I did the guy just stopped mid way through thanking me for my order and we went through the same spiel that Syd and I did the night he went crazy at the restaurant. Could he touch the necklace, could he see me again, where did I get it from

Beginning to see a pattern here yet?

The coffee shop guy followed me out of the building. He tried to follow me all the way to my car. I started to run and luckily I got away.

This has happened over and over again for the last few weeks. 

So now, if I were you, I’d be thinking, “Just take the necklace off, genius.”

Well. 

I would if I could.

If you know of anyone who could help me with this, that would be great. I’ve tried everything in the book to get it off. I’ve tried cutting it, I’ve tried pulling it off, nothing works. I know you don’t claim to be an expert on any of this supernatural mumbo jumbo, but I don’t know who else to ask. I’m sick and tired of wearing scarves in the summer and I would like to be able to date again.

If anything else happens, I’ll try to update, but I hope nothing does. 


Thanks in advance,

Greta

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