by Cherie Ann Turpin
(30 Stories in 30 Days)
My bank is stalking me.
I don’t have a credit card with them (though they’ve tried and tried to get me to take one from them), and I don’t overdraw my account. I don’t owe them money. They follow me everywhere, monitor my movements around town, listen to my phone calls. I know my house is watched by them.
When I go to restaurants I see them sitting near my section, monitoring my menu selections and conversations like vultures ready to pounce on a perceived slight or miscalculation in the affordability of the bottle of wine I have selected for my table. When I mention my plans to travel to my lover they stand over my table, waiting for me to mention an expenditure they have not yet anticipated. When I hail a taxi, they watch me tell the driver of my destination, calculating the mileage of every trip I make around town.
I cannot shake them off, nor can I complain. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve even tried to close my account, only to discover to my horror that I cannot do that without restraining order from the court, and that will not happen unless I can verify that I have successfully connected with yet another banking monolith that is just as controlling and obsessive as the one who is now tormenting me with follows, phone calls with meaningless messages, phone calls with heavy breathing, inexplicable interruptions of transactions, and even worse, invasion of my home through virtual presence. I threw a chair at the binary ghost the first time I saw it, thinking it was a thief or maniac.
From what I understand, most people do not experience such torment from their bank. Even those human representatives I’ve spoken to say that something in their Supreme System may have taken a personal interest in me, something akin to an obsessive focus normally associated with a human pathology. An investigator has been dispatched from human management to determine the origin of this “glitch.” I am hopeful, but uncertain about the outcome of their efforts to contain the power of the machine that owns their bodies and souls. A resolution cannot come soon enough. They are escalating, no longer hiding.
A more drastic course of action may be necessary if this does not work.