Hi everyone. I've been lurking on this site for the past couple of days, probably because of the sheer bombardment of negative Scientology stories that have been in the media lately. However I've got a small story to tell, just to share, that goes back to 1997. I was 22.
It's really brief, but I was approached by a girl around my age in the downtown core of where I worked/lived at the time (a major city in Canada) while waiting for the light to turn green and for me to cross the street. This was in the middle of the workday, nearing the end of my lunch hour, and I was on my way back to work.
She was well dressed, and greeted me and started to talk to me. She told me that there was going to be an event at her church on the weekend and wondered if I'd be interested. She asked me if I had time to go after work (I told her I was on my way back to work) to meet her, and I told her no. I don't remember the exact conversation, but I did ask her which church and she told me it was the Scientology church just up the street from us (from where we were standing). The only real exposure I had to Scientology was when my sister dabbled in it and brought a Dianetics book home in the early 80s. Mother promptly threw it out and that was the end of that (mom was Penecostal and we were from an otherwise traditionally Catholic family on Dad's side).
So we talked for a bit while I walked back to work, and we exchanged numbers. She told me that she would be looking for me.
Anyhow, after that meeting, I regretted giving her my number. I got a bad vibe. I can't really explain "the vibe" except to say that my sixth sense kicked in and something didn't sit well with me. I didn't show to the event, and didn't call. Then my phone started ringing, and rang on a off for about two months thereafter. The calls were frequent during the first week. They started with her feigning concern over my no-show and wondering if I was okay and if anything happened to me to prevent me from showing. When those calls weren't answered or returned, the tone became one of mild chiding and disappointment. One in particular struck me as creepy when she said on my VM that "I never took you for the kind of person to do this", as in, being a no-show and screening her calls. Thereafter I got one call every week, then every two, then hangups. By the time two months rolled around, I had told my mother of my experience and was given the low-down and the chastising (I lived alone by this time in my own apartment). Of course, she told members of her congregation at her penecostal church.
So, about 4 or 5 months later, the phone rang and I answered. It was her. As soon as I confirmed it was me on the phone, she proceeded to tell me how good it was to finally reach me. After exchanging mild pleasantries over the phone, she asked me why I didn't show, how she was worried and ultimately disappointed me in, etc. Then I unleashed on her. I told her how creepy and inappropriate it was to cast aspersions on me as to what "kind of person" she thought I was after a brief meeting on the street, at how utterly foolish it was of me to have given her my telephone number after such a brief meeting and how I regretted it almost as soon as we parted ways that day on the sidewalk, how inappropriate all her telephone calls to me were and how I resented having to screen my calls for all this time, and how if she ever tried her cultish BS on me again, phoned me EVER again, had anyone else phone me in her place EVER again, that I still had her telephone number and would take up my mother's entire penecostal congregation's offer to phone-bomb her until the phone company cut her off for sheer volume. I told her never to call me again, asked her if she understood, she meekly said she did, and I hung up.
That creeped me out enough to cross the street whenever I walked along that stretch of sidewalk that the church was located. I can only imagine what it has done to those with more experience and time invested in this Church. Anyhow, thanks for letting me share.