In complete frustration, Courtney slammed her phone down on the desk and just stared at it,

wishing none of this was happening.

But to her horror, her phone then turned back on, even though she had just turned it off.

Then it began to ring, but instead of her normal ringtone, it was someone else's voice

saying,

Answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone,

over and over and over again.

This is the disturbing story of the Kirklandall family phone stalker.

Just outside Tacoma, Washington, in a short drive down the highway from Seattle, is the

picturesque city of Furcrest.

With a population of about 6,000 people and occupying just over a square mile in the late 2000s,

its classification as a city is more of an official designation than an accurate description.

It's also a tight-knit community full of second and third

generation citizens, and because of this, fir-cress looks, acts, and feels a bit more like a small town.

Most of its homes were built in the 1950s and 60s, and crimes more serious than property damage and theft or a rarity.

It was just a great small-town community to raise a family in the late 2000s, and the last place people would expect to be the setting for a first-of-its-kind mystery.

Courtney Kirkendall was your average fur crest 16-year-old in 2007.

She was pretty, blonde, and popular, and she was enjoying a unique time in a teenager's life.

She had just gotten her driver's license and enjoying all the new freedom and responsibilities that come with it. And the world was making

a transition of its own right alongside her. Technology was advancing like never before in the

years leap to 2007, and cell phone ownership was already on its way to becoming universal.

Suddenly, smartphones weren't just for business executives anymore and were now in the hands of the average person.

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