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When I was first dipping my toes into the dating pool, I signed up for a local dating site, and I made the mistake of listing my real name, first and last.
I got a hit from a man who works in a similar field as me, in the same city. His first message to me was a flex about his net worth, and an offer (actually came across as more of an expectation) that I would quit my job, move in with him and let him take care of me.
Nope. I’ve got my own legit money and I love my career, thank you very much. After he proved to be overpersistent, I blocked him on the dating site, only to see him create another account, then another, as I kept blocking him. I reported him to the site administrators and they IP-blocked him, only to see him bypass it by signing on again through a VPN.
I deleted my own account there, and that’s when he started stalking my other socials (I couldn’t deactivate those since I use Instagram in particular as part of my career.)
It came to a head when he found a job posting I’d listed on LinkedIn – I’d already filled the role but neglected to take down the posting. The dude actually showed up to my office and told the receptionist that he was there for his interview with me. I called down to our security guard and explained the situation, and he escorted him back out to his car. We got his face and license plate on our security cameras, and I filed a police report.
The police were able to track him down to his own place of employment, and they pulled him out for questioning. His employers apparently decided that having such a persistent stalker on staff was too much of a risk, especially since they’re one of my company’s main clients, and they let him go.
Turns out he was in the US on a work visa, and finally decided to self deport back to South Korea rather than find a new job locally.
Bonus points, I found out he even has his own wife and kids back in Korea. Glad he’s gone but I hope they’re safe…
I worked for a large furniture chain. I went to a seminar, and a guy there attached himself to me. I was married, and not interested.
He started showing up at every event, and would make sure to sit by me.
I had to go to an overnight factory tour, he showed up there too.
On the bus on the way there, he got his friend to hit on my friend. When we got to the hotel, the two of them wouldn’t leave our room. At 5 am I finally called the guy in charge and he came and kicked them out. I felt like a hostage.
On the bus ride home I fell asleep-because I hadn’t slept at all in fear of being raped. My fear came to fruition when I had fallen asleep next to a female, and woke up to that guy’s hand down my pants.
I got him off of me. I made a ruckus. The guy in charge moved that guy away from me.
I ended up getting promoted to corporate, and he stepped up his stalking. I told my boss, and he banned the guy from corporate. When he showed up off site, at an event, he came up behind me and said “you can’t hide”. Boss heard it. The guy was removed from the event by the police. He never returned. Boss arranged a restraining order. Boss’s brother was a cop.
Met an older guy at work who eventually became obsessed with me based off the little interactions I had with him. He’d threaten to rape me, put a baby in me, would show up at my house at 2 AM and text me to come outside (he had my number because I had asked him once if he could give me a ride to work). I ignored him, ignored his messages and eventually left that job. After I left, he found my other social media and started messaging me there, telling me I was his and he would have me one way or another. Blocked him on everything I could and didn’t really hear from him again after that.
Not a ‘romantic’ stalker and not as bad as some other people’s experiences for sure, but my fiancé and I share an online stalker of sorts who’s just weirdly obsessed with us. A young woman (like, she was still in her late teens when she started doing it in 2018; we’re middle-aged) who lives very far away from us, thank god.
Backstory is that all three of us were prominent members of an online discussion forum where people frequently discussed pretty personal things, like mental health and relationships, amongst other topics. That’s how my fiancé and I met, and we did four and a half years of long-distance before he moved from the UK to Canada. Back when she… took an interest in us… he and I were simply friends, no relationship yet. For whatever reason, perhaps just because she had very different views on certain things and we did have some fairly unpleasant disagreements here and there, she always tried to bait us and instigate arguments and very obviously did not like us. At first it was irritating, then it escalated to abusive private messages and really nasty public comments. She eventually got banned in late 2018 and we thought that was the end of it.
Nope. Sock account after sock account throughout most of 2019. Those got banned too and we thought she’d finally given up. 2021 (we were in a relationship by that point) she popped up again on the forums (and got banned… again), and I did a lot of online sleuthing myself and found that she had a Twitter account devoted to saying nasty things about us and had posted on some other forum about some of our very personal stuff. Anything she could find on us, she did. She found all my social media and left horrible comments (obvs I put everything on private after that), my ex-husband’s social media, some of my fiancé’s friends’ social media, my gran’s obituary that she posted to her nasty Twitter account (what?? why??), my fiancé’s posts on another forum for people who’d experienced childhood abuse, my posts in other communities relating my mental health struggles, and also kept stalking the forum where we all initially met (some of it you could see logged out, like without having an account there) and would screenshot anything she found ‘juicy’ in some way and also share that to her Twitter and other forums. She also just made up complete bullshit lies about us. She even dragged some other random guy into it who happened to live in the same city as my fiancé, because she thought this other guy’s Twitter account was my fiancé’s, and would troll him on Twitter all the time. 2021 was full of even more new sock accounts on the forum where we met. The administrators went and hid all of our past posts, my fiancé left the forum for good, and I lay low for months. Finally thought it was over… but, nope. More in early 2022. Again last winter.
I know she can’t really hurt us and I’m not sure what sort of social damage she could do, she’s somewhere in continental Europe and my fiancé used to be in the UK and now we’re both in Canada, but Jesus Christ. I don’t know what her problem is or why she despised us so much to put all that effort into what she did, for literal years on end. It won’t surprise me if she’s still not finished and there’s more. I’m a pretty emotionally sensitive person and it was really wearing on my mental health at the height of it to have this random person on the internet trying to find out everything she could about me and someone I love and attempting to doxx us and mocking us to other internet strangers. It’s all so stupid, get a bloody life.
When I first moved to a new city, I joined a gym. There was this guy there who introduced himself to me. It was not creepy at first but it progressively got worse every time I’d see him in the gym.
He would always stare at me and not the typical “checking her out real quick” glances I’m talking staring at me dead on like this
👁️👄👁️ for one to two minutes at a TIME no blinking. He always knew where I was in the gym. He would also literally start coming in on days that I would be there (he wasn’t doing that previously). He would always take a rest day on Mondays and since I work out on Monday, he started working out on Mondays too and taking zero rest days. He would usually come in around 7 am and he started coming in at 5:30 am when I was there. He’d sit in his car and wait for me to walk in and quickly rush in behind me. One day, I got there 5 minutes late and he looked at me and said “you’re late, you usually get here around 5:30.” And at that point I was like “uh yeah okay dude.”
It got to the point where he literally found all of my social media accounts (I never gave him my real name), kept trying to send me messages, and even followed me in his car home. I of course knew he was following me and took very specific turns just to confirm that he was following me. I was also on the phone with the police while he was actively following me as I was genuinely very concerned for my wellbeing. Drove him straight into the police station where a cop met me outside. The guy drove off but the cop got his plate number and later pulled him over. He had a rope, handcuffs, and a knife in his car. I found a new gym and thankfully haven’t had any interactions with him since.
I moved to a medium-sized town for college and was the stereotypical dumb hick who didn’t understand big city ways, including being wary of older men trying to chat up college girls. Yes, I was dumb.
I had a couple of close calls, but the one that stands out happened a year or so after I graduated, while working at a retail store and living alone nearby.
He was a customer, and I had perfected my customer service persona, which, as most people know, is a totally fake/exaggerated level of sincerity, interest, and friendliness. Everyone except this guy, who thought I was sincere when I told him to have a good day and to “call us if you need anything”, which was something we told all our customers, since having a good relationship with regulars was a huge part of our brand.
Well, he started calling the store, and if I was busy, he would call back later, or if it was my day off, he would call back the next day. At first, it was funny and cringe, but it quickly escalated.
My manager told him off on the phone (RIP Betty, you were awesome), so he started coming into the store until Betty started calling the cops.
Then he would wait in the parking lot until I left work and followed me home. I lived only a couple miles from the store, and it was ridiculously easy to do so.
I lived alone and when I realized what was happening, went to the apartment manager, who was another kick ass older woman who took no shit. She cussed him out, called the cops and after they were all gone, cussed me out for being a fool. (RIP Marge, I listened to every word and never forgot.)
After that, I was a lot more cautious about telling anyone my personal business, to the point that that experience is one of the reasons why I never got Facebook or reveal a lot of personal information on social media.
Thanks for the question. Always nice to be reminded of the guy I went on two dates with, who followed me around work for a year afterwards, stashed photos of my ex’s wedding in my desk and put a copy of a NEGATIVE STD test he took under the door of EVERYONE in my department with the words “XXXX’s fault” written on it in black marker. He also sat in his car down the street from my house until I got a restraining order, which prevented him from working in the same building as me, which work then quietly blamed on me… after all, it was quite unreasonable of me to interfere with his work. Other stuff too, but I’m not going into it.
I had a brief fling with a former coworker who became obsessed with me. He would follow me around and other light stalking activities, which was creepy but not truly frightening. Thankfully nothing ever happened. But the absolute worst part was it turned out a guy friend of mine was helping him. Guy friend and I were in the same department, so he had access to my work schedule, and he kept giving it to my stalker so he could be there to follow me when I got off work. My guy friend thought it was funny. That’s the true horror story for me. Not only that someone I liked and trusted would do that, but that he did it for no reason other than it amused him – even after I confided in him how creepy I found being followed.
I posted this because I was reminded of my own today. When I was around 19/20 I had a stalker that I think was trying to make me come across as crazy to police officers, I still don’t know the reason why.
I was living with a relative outside of city limits. It started (I believe) on Halloween night and I was alerted at 3:30 by some motion activated decorations we had on the lawn. Specifically the ones right by my window on the ground floor. I called the police, it took them about 30 minutes to get there but I figured better to be safe and have them look around. They didn’t find anything & I assumed it was some kids or something.
Then the walking around right outside of my window randomly. Like through the small bushes, breaking branches & stomping on leaves. I assumed it was an animal but after too many coincidences I knew it wasn’t.
He (assuming it’s a man) only ever came around when I was home alone. He’s bang on the walls of my house & absolutely set my dogs off. I again would call the police they’d take 20-30 minutes to get out there. I think he was timing them at first. To see just how long it’d take them.
He then left carnations outside of my bedroom window scattered. The police thought I did it myself but “took them for evidence” & never followed up.
I found scratches on my window I’m pretty sure was him.
At this point I genuinely thought I was going crazy. If it wasn’t for the fact that my dogs always reacted I would genuinely have thought it was all in my head. We’re talking months of this with a few weeks in between each instance.
Then one night when I was home alone for the weekend he came and started with banging on the outside of the house and just walking all the way around it. My dogs went NUTS. I called 911 and made the dispatcher stay on the phone with me until they got there. It was the first time he went into my backyard and I was worried about him looking for a way in. I looked out my front door to see it pitch black when my porch light had just been on. I said “I think he smashed my front light” to the dispatcher and I locked myself in the bathroom. He started body slamming my front door. Over and over again. I 1000% think he was trying to get in. After a while it stops and shortly after the cops get there. I go out to meet them & my porch light is back on. I believe he unscrewed the bulb & screwed it back in. The officers looked at me like I had two heads. I tell them about him body slamming my door & one of them looked at me so blank and asked “are you sure it wasn’t the wind?”.
I stopped calling them & made sure people were either there with me or I stayed elsewhere instead of being alone in the house. I couldn’t afford cameras at the time. I was scared he was going to do something & no one would know who it was. I couldn’t sleep. Was barely eating. I looked so insane, the only other physical proof he’d ever left was footprints in the snow. I would think I was crazy if I hadn’t lived it.
I ended up moving shortly after. I was able to get good sleep for the first time in months the second night. On the third day in my new apartment I found carnations scattered on my door step. He left me alone after that but I looked over my shoulder (& still do sometimes) for years.
I don’t know what his goal was. If he was trying to paint me as insane so cops wouldn’t believe me if he did assault me? To kill me & frame it like I did it? Just to scare me. It’s terrifying that to this day I have no clue who it was. I’ve thought of EVERYONE & ANYONE in my life and sill came up with nothing. I looked into neighbors, friends, ex’s, etc and nothing.
I don’t know why he left me alone after that either. If he found a new ‘muse’? If he knew I got a gun? If he figured “eh she’s had enough”? No idea. I’ve been stalked before and after & he still scares me the most. He wanted me to feel/look crazy and he succeeded.
When I was 18, I began dating a guy who lived in the apartment next door. He was friends with people I knew, and had actually dated a good friend of mine, but she gave me her blessing. They just didn’t work out, hadn’t dated long etc. He and I were together a couple years and I’m sad to say it was pretty bad. He was a huge alcoholic, came from a wealthy family and was very spoiled. I eventually left him after some rather humiliating moments. Cue the phone calls to my work, home, the rocks thrown at my apartment window if I dared to bring a date home, all kinds of things. I called the police and was told it was a compliment, that I should feel good about it somehow. I had to move. He would find me through friends. No matter how much I warned them, he seemed to be able to talk anyone into anything. I left town. Kept all my socials private when those became a thing. He still somehow always found me. The last time was about 6-7 years ago. I’m in my fifties. He sent pages of text about how he never married, never had kids, just saved himself for me. I keep tabs just to see when he dies. Oh yeah, and he’s some small town reporter of all things. Has been for decades.
My brother killed himself in 2004, and I was heavily traumatized having found him. Fast forward to me finding a new bf a year later. He worked in a factory and paid for all our dates.
I saw a red notice on his door one day, it turned out the hydro was shut off because he hadn’t been paying it….I was hurt/angry that he had been lying to me, as it turned out he hadn’t paid rent in months etc. All to take me out to nice restaurants and buy me extravagant gifts (I want to be clear here that I did not at all pressure him to do so). I told him I needed space.
He called me the next morning, slurring his words, and said he had a present for me. I asked why he was slurring, and he admitted to taking an intentional overdose. I hung up on him, called 911, and then called his roommates to check on him. He survived, and I did visit him once in hospital.
However, when I went to his place to get some of his things, I realized he had staged everything to mimic my brother’s death down to a similar note.
I couldn’t move past the horror of what almost happened. And ended it. But he didn’t believe me. He would call hundreds of times a day, texted over and over and over even though I never responded for months.
When I changed my number, he started coming by my house, dropping off “gifts” like rambling notes or sketches of me doing everyday things. I became scared to leave the house.
When one of the notes said that my love of my chihuahua could be what was keeping us apart, I called the cops because I realized he was truly unhinged.
I actually just called to ask how I could get him to stop. The cop was so kind and just said, “He won’t stop. I’m sending an officer.”
I laid hundreds of gifts out on the table and chairs and showed some texts, etc. The cop looked at it all, rubbed his face, and just went, “Jeeeeeeeeeeeeez.”
He asked, “Where is he right now?” I said, “At work.” The cop nodded and left.
I was 12 years old and was in the autistic department of a special education school. A boy, also 12, became obsessed with me. He would follow me around saying explicit sexual things. He would ask me 100s of times a day to be his girlfriend and start saying obscenities when I refused. He would tell everyone that me and him were having sex. He would follow me around telling me about all the other girls he was apparently having sex with. We were both 12. He slapped me and kicked me a few times and never got into trouble. He also poured a can of soda over me because I was hanging out platonically with another boy a lot. I would complain about him constantly and the teachers and assistants would just tell me to ignore him. His behavior would happen right in front of them and I think they were just too lazy to deal with it. I think some of the female staff members were afraid of male pupils. Eventually I was moved to a different classroom and it stopped. He got expelled eventually for beating up a female teacher.
I haven’t had a male act horribly obsessive over me as an adult. That was the only time. My experiences as a teenage girl around teenage boys was the worst.
Stalked after dentist appt. I was 17 when I went to get my teeth cleaned. I had moved and went to a new place. The dental assistant was nice, too nice, complimented me a lot, talked about how hot his wife is and a bunch of other women. I was polite and kinda laughed it off especially after saying I was 17. After my appointment he asked for a selfie and I obliged (mistake). Later that night he’d found my instagram and FB. He would message me, send me inappropriate pics, make fake accounts when I blocked him and even showed up at two different jobs I had which were over an hour away from the office he worked at. I should’ve taken legal action but I didnt. I was young. I’m now 26 and am lucky enough to say he’s stopped. Unfortunately I haven’t been to the dentist since due to the trauma.
I found out a guy I was seeing was over 10 years older than he said he was because he showed up at my job and we have to ID everyone.
I blocked him and he sent me a handwritten note saying it wasn’t his fault because he never gets girls when he says his real age. He said 38, he was 49 IRL.
I caught him staring at me a couple weeks later at a concert but he backed off.
My ex best friend stalked my entire family and our friends for ten years. It stopped when we moved. All because I ghosted her for having abortions back to back in a year like so many back to back and didn’t even care. It’s okay to have them but she wasn’t being responsible and just destroying her body and admitted that to me so I just got tired of trying to help and ghosted ever since she’s made my life hell and stalked my home my friends home and even showed up to my jobs she would see me driving and following around the town and sent two people with weapons to break into my house at 7am and wrote the n word with a hard r on my driveway pop my tires. I went to the police and they didn’t even care?! So we moved haven’t heard from her since
She would also make these crazy rumors about me that ruined my chances to make friends or date men in our town. And she stole my purse and left me blacked out drunk in a random college hallway by myself at 2am. After all this toxic mistreatment and me ghosting her keep in mind I did not yell at her I just left without words she then stalked me so bad it was putting me and my family and our friends in danger
I’m lucky I think that my story didn’t get far or too serious.
When I was 16, I used to take the bus (like a Greyhound) to the city to visit my cousin. One time, I say beside a guy maybe only 1 or 2 years older than me. We got to taking and exchanged phone numbers (before cell phones). He started calling me everyday. He started questioning me when I would go to my friend’s, what I did, yada yada. Only a couple of weeks later I went to my best friend’s place for dinner. I remember complaining about this guy when their phone rang, and it was him! He somehow got her phone number. My friend’s dad is such an amazing man, and when the guy asked him “why are you there! Why isn’t she at home so I can call her!?!”, my friend’s dad yelled at the guy so much, and I never heard from the dude again.
However, he found me on PINTEREST. He messaged me on there, and I don’t know how he found me because my name wasn’t connected to it, and my first/last name is super common.
He also constantly searched the web for everything about me.
He would drive past my house to see what I was up to. Even when he had a new girlfriend. Apparently he still talked about me to his now ex-girlfriend?! Him and I dated for 7 MONTHS.
The best part? He applied to work at my dad’s pizza shop so he could see me all the time… and then when he found out I was dating someone new (like two years later), he sent an anonymous message to him telling him he’ll beat him up.
I got on a bus in town and a guy saw me through the window. He was on the phone at the time but stopped to stare. I only noticed as the bus was parked at the stop as it was ahead of schedule and I noticed him notice me. He got on the bus and sat next to me.
I carried on looking out the window with my headphones in. He kept elbowing me in the side but I ignored it at first as I thought he was unaware of how much space he was taking up. As it kept happening after half hour I took my headphones out and asked him to mind his elbows. Turns out he was trying to get my attention. Says in broken English that he wants me to put my details in his phone. I saw no. He keeps on insisting. I still say no. There’s an awkward silence for about another 10 mins when I get off the bus. My stop is about 3rd from the end of the line in a little quiet suburb of the city. I know he’s not from there. He was about 6’6 and the stereotypical German build a v muscly with bright blond hair. I’d have noticed him before if he lived there as there’s only about 50 houses in that area.
He gets off and starts following me. I don’t want him to know where I live so I ran off down someone else’s driveway and hid behind their bushes. Stayed there for about 10 mins and called my friend. Came back out and he was gone. Never saw him again. Freaked me out for weeks as I thought he’d come back as he knew the general area I lived in. This was about 10 years ago now and I’ve moved out that area got married etc. But it still freaks me out that someone would stop what they’re doing, get on a random bus and follow someone home, even after I’ve repeatedly said no to handing my number over.
Isn’t it awful how the question is “What is your stalking horror story?” and not “Do you have a stalking horror story?”
We all just know we’re going to have one. It’s scary being a woman.
Mine is no where near as bad as the rest of them here but when I first started using dating apps, I got talking to a guy who I got on well with, had phone calls with, arranged a date with. I blame myself for being so naive and not video calling or verifying him like I would now.
Morning of the meeting, he deleted his apps, blocked my number and on WhatsApp. I was devastated.
I chalked it up to a bad experience and took a step back. A while later I was back on and was talking to someone new, spoke very similar to the other guy. I had learned my lesson and did some digging, I found his Tumblr and ig and realised it was the first guy I had speaking to who stood me up – going by the voice in his videos and even the same pics (of random stuff like art) that he sent me. He had been catfishing me with fake pics first time round.
I confronted him and he said I was wrong and crazy. I told him to fuck off and blocked him, I’m not really sure what he was expecting.
Anyway it annoyed me but I moved on. A few weeks later a guy tried talking to me who was absolutely my type, catfish guy and I had spoken about our types and this “new” one was mine to a tee.
He was far too good looking to be talking to me so I was suspicious anyway then he said the exact same line he said the last few times – “can I just say – you’ve got really beautiful eyes. They sparkle and show your kindness.”
I freaked out and blocked him.
About once a week a different guy who was just my type would try to message me with that exact line.
He was just making accounts after accounts, it was some sick power move cos he knew I knew.
This was in 2015 but I think the last one was about 2023, not seen him since.
I’m just glad nothing worse happened and I’m so sorry for everyone else here
My worst one was with an ex-girlfriend. She abused me for the duration of our relationship, cheated on me, threatened to unalive herself when I tried to break up with her, harassed me from hospital after she was forcibly admitted (I convinced the doctor to confiscate her phone, but she just borrowed phones off other people). I stood my ground and broke up with her. All that follows this is post-relationship.
Immediately after I broke up with her she showed up at my house and assaulted me. The house was owned by my job so I nearly lost both my employment and housing after I called the cops on her.
She followed me to a sporting event I was photographing at and barricaded me in my car. When I got a security guard’s attention she took off. She tried to pay a guy to hack my Facebook (he informed me). She tried to pay people to befriend me and convince me to go back to her (they informed me). She tried to make fake dating profiles to get me to talk to her (but she was super dumb about it – she used a picture of a celebrity who I share a name with, and used my cat’s name for the profile).
She abused my horse by putting an extra rug on it so the poor horse sweated severely the next day and overheated. She tried to apply at my workplace (thankfully I was forewarned so I was able to tell the office and they threw out her application). No matter how many times I blocked the numbers she used to contact me she was always able to find new ones, I had to change my phone number. She sent me voice messages from friends’ Facebook accounts.
All of this was over the course of a few years.
Thankfully I was able to screenshot A LOT of this behaviour and ended up writing a 40-page affidavit to apply for a Protection Order, which was granted the same day I applied. She breached it a couple of times, which I passed on to police. One of those times was a message about how amazing her life was and how much she missed me, that she’d bought a house and wanted to support me yadda yadda. I screenshot it, blocked her new account, and gave the message to the cops.
The New Zealand police were amazing. I was worried that, being gay, I wouldn’t be taken seriously. But they were so supportive and encouraging. It was at their urging I applied for the PO. They also recommended me to a mental health helpline that called and checked on me every few months.
Haven’t heard from her for a while now but the repercussions are still ongoing from the whole thing.
I was eighteen and had just broken up with my serious bf of three years. This guy was supposed to be a rebound but we ended up in a very unhealthy on again off again thing until I was almost twenty and cut it off with him for good. Or so I thought. He constantly harassed me digitally and in person. He would show up at my house, my work, my bus stops and train stations, the park I’d have my lunch in, and the shops I’d buy office supplies in. My phone was constantly blowing up, and when it wasn’t it was because he was writing multiple page essays about how much he loves me and what an awful person I was (in far harsher terms). I moved towns and the digital harassment didn’t stop. He was like a hydra, I’d block one phone number or email and more would pop up. All saying the same things. This went on from 2012 until he committed suicide in 2023.
I was 16, just moved to another city, was stupid enough to say “Hi!” to the guy next to me at the busstop close to where I lived. He started easy, like just waiting at the busstop until I got there and not actually getting on the bus himself. Then he showed up at my regular coffeshop. And suddenly he was outside my school. A few months later he was outside my bedroom window.
I have had a few different types unfortunately but the scariest one is can only imagine guy was upset I was a girl on a motorcycle and tried to run me over with his lifted truck and when that failed chased me for quite a while. Other notable mentions are a man tried to follow me home but my partner he noticed in the passenger seat and had Me pull into a gas station the guy left when he saw a man in my car. A popular conservative grifter on social media kept following my account after I removed him i don’t post things other then fun random videos so was super creepy. The most scary one was the guy actively trying to kill me. But the amount of times men have just followed me stalking me in general once is scary enough all my incidents happened in the mid day time too is the real scary part that men are bold enough to try in broad daylight and I have had it happen in rich and poor nabourhoods so really it can happen anywhere.
Older Guy from work who technically got me the job. Turned cray real quick. Would show up to where I was on campus and just sit. Would try to make me feel small asking questions like “you like this job I got you?” Would stand in doorways so I couldn’t leave. He would find my car places and just sit in his car watching. He even followed me out of town when I had started seeing someone new. He had been there a long time and I was brand new so I didn’t say anything. One of the friends I had made was sick of his shit so he reported it to our security. Our CFO showed up one day and pulled me aside. He wanted the whole story so I told him. He assured me it’ll never happen again in or out of work. He personally went up to this guy and told him if he even glanced in the direction of myself or anyone I knew at work or in public he would be fired. It finally stopped. He got fired maybe a year later for some other stuff, I wasn’t sad.
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When I was first dipping my toes into the dating pool, I signed up for a local dating site, and I made the mistake of listing my real name, first and last.
I got a hit from a man who works in a similar field as me, in the same city. His first message to me was a flex about his net worth, and an offer (actually came across as more of an expectation) that I would quit my job, move in with him and let him take care of me.
Nope. I’ve got my own legit money and I love my career, thank you very much. After he proved to be overpersistent, I blocked him on the dating site, only to see him create another account, then another, as I kept blocking him. I reported him to the site administrators and they IP-blocked him, only to see him bypass it by signing on again through a VPN.
I deleted my own account there, and that’s when he started stalking my other socials (I couldn’t deactivate those since I use Instagram in particular as part of my career.)
It came to a head when he found a job posting I’d listed on LinkedIn – I’d already filled the role but neglected to take down the posting. The dude actually showed up to my office and told the receptionist that he was there for his interview with me. I called down to our security guard and explained the situation, and he escorted him back out to his car. We got his face and license plate on our security cameras, and I filed a police report.
The police were able to track him down to his own place of employment, and they pulled him out for questioning. His employers apparently decided that having such a persistent stalker on staff was too much of a risk, especially since they’re one of my company’s main clients, and they let him go.
Turns out he was in the US on a work visa, and finally decided to self deport back to South Korea rather than find a new job locally.
Bonus points, I found out he even has his own wife and kids back in Korea. Glad he’s gone but I hope they’re safe…
I worked for a large furniture chain. I went to a seminar, and a guy there attached himself to me. I was married, and not interested.
He started showing up at every event, and would make sure to sit by me.
I had to go to an overnight factory tour, he showed up there too.
On the bus on the way there, he got his friend to hit on my friend. When we got to the hotel, the two of them wouldn’t leave our room. At 5 am I finally called the guy in charge and he came and kicked them out. I felt like a hostage.
On the bus ride home I fell asleep-because I hadn’t slept at all in fear of being raped. My fear came to fruition when I had fallen asleep next to a female, and woke up to that guy’s hand down my pants.
I got him off of me. I made a ruckus. The guy in charge moved that guy away from me.
I ended up getting promoted to corporate, and he stepped up his stalking. I told my boss, and he banned the guy from corporate. When he showed up off site, at an event, he came up behind me and said “you can’t hide”. Boss heard it. The guy was removed from the event by the police. He never returned. Boss arranged a restraining order. Boss’s brother was a cop.
Stalker never came around again.
Met an older guy at work who eventually became obsessed with me based off the little interactions I had with him. He’d threaten to rape me, put a baby in me, would show up at my house at 2 AM and text me to come outside (he had my number because I had asked him once if he could give me a ride to work). I ignored him, ignored his messages and eventually left that job. After I left, he found my other social media and started messaging me there, telling me I was his and he would have me one way or another. Blocked him on everything I could and didn’t really hear from him again after that.
Not a ‘romantic’ stalker and not as bad as some other people’s experiences for sure, but my fiancé and I share an online stalker of sorts who’s just weirdly obsessed with us. A young woman (like, she was still in her late teens when she started doing it in 2018; we’re middle-aged) who lives very far away from us, thank god.
Backstory is that all three of us were prominent members of an online discussion forum where people frequently discussed pretty personal things, like mental health and relationships, amongst other topics. That’s how my fiancé and I met, and we did four and a half years of long-distance before he moved from the UK to Canada. Back when she… took an interest in us… he and I were simply friends, no relationship yet. For whatever reason, perhaps just because she had very different views on certain things and we did have some fairly unpleasant disagreements here and there, she always tried to bait us and instigate arguments and very obviously did not like us. At first it was irritating, then it escalated to abusive private messages and really nasty public comments. She eventually got banned in late 2018 and we thought that was the end of it.
Nope. Sock account after sock account throughout most of 2019. Those got banned too and we thought she’d finally given up. 2021 (we were in a relationship by that point) she popped up again on the forums (and got banned… again), and I did a lot of online sleuthing myself and found that she had a Twitter account devoted to saying nasty things about us and had posted on some other forum about some of our very personal stuff. Anything she could find on us, she did. She found all my social media and left horrible comments (obvs I put everything on private after that), my ex-husband’s social media, some of my fiancé’s friends’ social media, my gran’s obituary that she posted to her nasty Twitter account (what?? why??), my fiancé’s posts on another forum for people who’d experienced childhood abuse, my posts in other communities relating my mental health struggles, and also kept stalking the forum where we all initially met (some of it you could see logged out, like without having an account there) and would screenshot anything she found ‘juicy’ in some way and also share that to her Twitter and other forums. She also just made up complete bullshit lies about us. She even dragged some other random guy into it who happened to live in the same city as my fiancé, because she thought this other guy’s Twitter account was my fiancé’s, and would troll him on Twitter all the time. 2021 was full of even more new sock accounts on the forum where we met. The administrators went and hid all of our past posts, my fiancé left the forum for good, and I lay low for months. Finally thought it was over… but, nope. More in early 2022. Again last winter.
I know she can’t really hurt us and I’m not sure what sort of social damage she could do, she’s somewhere in continental Europe and my fiancé used to be in the UK and now we’re both in Canada, but Jesus Christ. I don’t know what her problem is or why she despised us so much to put all that effort into what she did, for literal years on end. It won’t surprise me if she’s still not finished and there’s more. I’m a pretty emotionally sensitive person and it was really wearing on my mental health at the height of it to have this random person on the internet trying to find out everything she could about me and someone I love and attempting to doxx us and mocking us to other internet strangers. It’s all so stupid, get a bloody life.
When I first moved to a new city, I joined a gym. There was this guy there who introduced himself to me. It was not creepy at first but it progressively got worse every time I’d see him in the gym.
He would always stare at me and not the typical “checking her out real quick” glances I’m talking staring at me dead on like this
👁️👄👁️ for one to two minutes at a TIME no blinking. He always knew where I was in the gym. He would also literally start coming in on days that I would be there (he wasn’t doing that previously). He would always take a rest day on Mondays and since I work out on Monday, he started working out on Mondays too and taking zero rest days. He would usually come in around 7 am and he started coming in at 5:30 am when I was there. He’d sit in his car and wait for me to walk in and quickly rush in behind me. One day, I got there 5 minutes late and he looked at me and said “you’re late, you usually get here around 5:30.” And at that point I was like “uh yeah okay dude.”
It got to the point where he literally found all of my social media accounts (I never gave him my real name), kept trying to send me messages, and even followed me in his car home. I of course knew he was following me and took very specific turns just to confirm that he was following me. I was also on the phone with the police while he was actively following me as I was genuinely very concerned for my wellbeing. Drove him straight into the police station where a cop met me outside. The guy drove off but the cop got his plate number and later pulled him over. He had a rope, handcuffs, and a knife in his car. I found a new gym and thankfully haven’t had any interactions with him since.
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I moved to a medium-sized town for college and was the stereotypical dumb hick who didn’t understand big city ways, including being wary of older men trying to chat up college girls. Yes, I was dumb.
I had a couple of close calls, but the one that stands out happened a year or so after I graduated, while working at a retail store and living alone nearby.
He was a customer, and I had perfected my customer service persona, which, as most people know, is a totally fake/exaggerated level of sincerity, interest, and friendliness. Everyone except this guy, who thought I was sincere when I told him to have a good day and to “call us if you need anything”, which was something we told all our customers, since having a good relationship with regulars was a huge part of our brand.
Well, he started calling the store, and if I was busy, he would call back later, or if it was my day off, he would call back the next day. At first, it was funny and cringe, but it quickly escalated.
My manager told him off on the phone (RIP Betty, you were awesome), so he started coming into the store until Betty started calling the cops.
Then he would wait in the parking lot until I left work and followed me home. I lived only a couple miles from the store, and it was ridiculously easy to do so.
I lived alone and when I realized what was happening, went to the apartment manager, who was another kick ass older woman who took no shit. She cussed him out, called the cops and after they were all gone, cussed me out for being a fool. (RIP Marge, I listened to every word and never forgot.)
After that, I was a lot more cautious about telling anyone my personal business, to the point that that experience is one of the reasons why I never got Facebook or reveal a lot of personal information on social media.
Thanks for the question. Always nice to be reminded of the guy I went on two dates with, who followed me around work for a year afterwards, stashed photos of my ex’s wedding in my desk and put a copy of a NEGATIVE STD test he took under the door of EVERYONE in my department with the words “XXXX’s fault” written on it in black marker. He also sat in his car down the street from my house until I got a restraining order, which prevented him from working in the same building as me, which work then quietly blamed on me… after all, it was quite unreasonable of me to interfere with his work. Other stuff too, but I’m not going into it.
I had a brief fling with a former coworker who became obsessed with me. He would follow me around and other light stalking activities, which was creepy but not truly frightening. Thankfully nothing ever happened. But the absolute worst part was it turned out a guy friend of mine was helping him. Guy friend and I were in the same department, so he had access to my work schedule, and he kept giving it to my stalker so he could be there to follow me when I got off work. My guy friend thought it was funny. That’s the true horror story for me. Not only that someone I liked and trusted would do that, but that he did it for no reason other than it amused him – even after I confided in him how creepy I found being followed.
I posted this because I was reminded of my own today. When I was around 19/20 I had a stalker that I think was trying to make me come across as crazy to police officers, I still don’t know the reason why.
I was living with a relative outside of city limits. It started (I believe) on Halloween night and I was alerted at 3:30 by some motion activated decorations we had on the lawn. Specifically the ones right by my window on the ground floor. I called the police, it took them about 30 minutes to get there but I figured better to be safe and have them look around. They didn’t find anything & I assumed it was some kids or something.
Then the walking around right outside of my window randomly. Like through the small bushes, breaking branches & stomping on leaves. I assumed it was an animal but after too many coincidences I knew it wasn’t.
He (assuming it’s a man) only ever came around when I was home alone. He’s bang on the walls of my house & absolutely set my dogs off. I again would call the police they’d take 20-30 minutes to get out there. I think he was timing them at first. To see just how long it’d take them.
He then left carnations outside of my bedroom window scattered. The police thought I did it myself but “took them for evidence” & never followed up.
I found scratches on my window I’m pretty sure was him.
At this point I genuinely thought I was going crazy. If it wasn’t for the fact that my dogs always reacted I would genuinely have thought it was all in my head. We’re talking months of this with a few weeks in between each instance.
Then one night when I was home alone for the weekend he came and started with banging on the outside of the house and just walking all the way around it. My dogs went NUTS. I called 911 and made the dispatcher stay on the phone with me until they got there. It was the first time he went into my backyard and I was worried about him looking for a way in. I looked out my front door to see it pitch black when my porch light had just been on. I said “I think he smashed my front light” to the dispatcher and I locked myself in the bathroom. He started body slamming my front door. Over and over again. I 1000% think he was trying to get in. After a while it stops and shortly after the cops get there. I go out to meet them & my porch light is back on. I believe he unscrewed the bulb & screwed it back in. The officers looked at me like I had two heads. I tell them about him body slamming my door & one of them looked at me so blank and asked “are you sure it wasn’t the wind?”.
I stopped calling them & made sure people were either there with me or I stayed elsewhere instead of being alone in the house. I couldn’t afford cameras at the time. I was scared he was going to do something & no one would know who it was. I couldn’t sleep. Was barely eating. I looked so insane, the only other physical proof he’d ever left was footprints in the snow. I would think I was crazy if I hadn’t lived it.
I ended up moving shortly after. I was able to get good sleep for the first time in months the second night. On the third day in my new apartment I found carnations scattered on my door step. He left me alone after that but I looked over my shoulder (& still do sometimes) for years.
I don’t know what his goal was. If he was trying to paint me as insane so cops wouldn’t believe me if he did assault me? To kill me & frame it like I did it? Just to scare me. It’s terrifying that to this day I have no clue who it was. I’ve thought of EVERYONE & ANYONE in my life and sill came up with nothing. I looked into neighbors, friends, ex’s, etc and nothing.
I don’t know why he left me alone after that either. If he found a new ‘muse’? If he knew I got a gun? If he figured “eh she’s had enough”? No idea. I’ve been stalked before and after & he still scares me the most. He wanted me to feel/look crazy and he succeeded.
When I was 18, I began dating a guy who lived in the apartment next door. He was friends with people I knew, and had actually dated a good friend of mine, but she gave me her blessing. They just didn’t work out, hadn’t dated long etc. He and I were together a couple years and I’m sad to say it was pretty bad. He was a huge alcoholic, came from a wealthy family and was very spoiled. I eventually left him after some rather humiliating moments. Cue the phone calls to my work, home, the rocks thrown at my apartment window if I dared to bring a date home, all kinds of things. I called the police and was told it was a compliment, that I should feel good about it somehow. I had to move. He would find me through friends. No matter how much I warned them, he seemed to be able to talk anyone into anything. I left town. Kept all my socials private when those became a thing. He still somehow always found me. The last time was about 6-7 years ago. I’m in my fifties. He sent pages of text about how he never married, never had kids, just saved himself for me. I keep tabs just to see when he dies. Oh yeah, and he’s some small town reporter of all things. Has been for decades.
Trigger warning: talk of suicide.
My brother killed himself in 2004, and I was heavily traumatized having found him. Fast forward to me finding a new bf a year later. He worked in a factory and paid for all our dates.
I saw a red notice on his door one day, it turned out the hydro was shut off because he hadn’t been paying it….I was hurt/angry that he had been lying to me, as it turned out he hadn’t paid rent in months etc. All to take me out to nice restaurants and buy me extravagant gifts (I want to be clear here that I did not at all pressure him to do so). I told him I needed space.
He called me the next morning, slurring his words, and said he had a present for me. I asked why he was slurring, and he admitted to taking an intentional overdose. I hung up on him, called 911, and then called his roommates to check on him. He survived, and I did visit him once in hospital.
However, when I went to his place to get some of his things, I realized he had staged everything to mimic my brother’s death down to a similar note.
I couldn’t move past the horror of what almost happened. And ended it. But he didn’t believe me. He would call hundreds of times a day, texted over and over and over even though I never responded for months.
When I changed my number, he started coming by my house, dropping off “gifts” like rambling notes or sketches of me doing everyday things. I became scared to leave the house.
When one of the notes said that my love of my chihuahua could be what was keeping us apart, I called the cops because I realized he was truly unhinged.
I actually just called to ask how I could get him to stop. The cop was so kind and just said, “He won’t stop. I’m sending an officer.”
I laid hundreds of gifts out on the table and chairs and showed some texts, etc. The cop looked at it all, rubbed his face, and just went, “Jeeeeeeeeeeeeez.”
He asked, “Where is he right now?” I said, “At work.” The cop nodded and left.
He never bothered me again….that’s all I know.
I was 12 years old and was in the autistic department of a special education school. A boy, also 12, became obsessed with me. He would follow me around saying explicit sexual things. He would ask me 100s of times a day to be his girlfriend and start saying obscenities when I refused. He would tell everyone that me and him were having sex. He would follow me around telling me about all the other girls he was apparently having sex with. We were both 12. He slapped me and kicked me a few times and never got into trouble. He also poured a can of soda over me because I was hanging out platonically with another boy a lot. I would complain about him constantly and the teachers and assistants would just tell me to ignore him. His behavior would happen right in front of them and I think they were just too lazy to deal with it. I think some of the female staff members were afraid of male pupils. Eventually I was moved to a different classroom and it stopped. He got expelled eventually for beating up a female teacher.
I haven’t had a male act horribly obsessive over me as an adult. That was the only time. My experiences as a teenage girl around teenage boys was the worst.
Stalked after dentist appt. I was 17 when I went to get my teeth cleaned. I had moved and went to a new place. The dental assistant was nice, too nice, complimented me a lot, talked about how hot his wife is and a bunch of other women. I was polite and kinda laughed it off especially after saying I was 17. After my appointment he asked for a selfie and I obliged (mistake). Later that night he’d found my instagram and FB. He would message me, send me inappropriate pics, make fake accounts when I blocked him and even showed up at two different jobs I had which were over an hour away from the office he worked at. I should’ve taken legal action but I didnt. I was young. I’m now 26 and am lucky enough to say he’s stopped. Unfortunately I haven’t been to the dentist since due to the trauma.
I found out a guy I was seeing was over 10 years older than he said he was because he showed up at my job and we have to ID everyone.
I blocked him and he sent me a handwritten note saying it wasn’t his fault because he never gets girls when he says his real age. He said 38, he was 49 IRL.
I caught him staring at me a couple weeks later at a concert but he backed off.
My ex best friend stalked my entire family and our friends for ten years. It stopped when we moved. All because I ghosted her for having abortions back to back in a year like so many back to back and didn’t even care. It’s okay to have them but she wasn’t being responsible and just destroying her body and admitted that to me so I just got tired of trying to help and ghosted ever since she’s made my life hell and stalked my home my friends home and even showed up to my jobs she would see me driving and following around the town and sent two people with weapons to break into my house at 7am and wrote the n word with a hard r on my driveway pop my tires. I went to the police and they didn’t even care?! So we moved haven’t heard from her since
She would also make these crazy rumors about me that ruined my chances to make friends or date men in our town. And she stole my purse and left me blacked out drunk in a random college hallway by myself at 2am. After all this toxic mistreatment and me ghosting her keep in mind I did not yell at her I just left without words she then stalked me so bad it was putting me and my family and our friends in danger
I’m lucky I think that my story didn’t get far or too serious.
When I was 16, I used to take the bus (like a Greyhound) to the city to visit my cousin. One time, I say beside a guy maybe only 1 or 2 years older than me. We got to taking and exchanged phone numbers (before cell phones). He started calling me everyday. He started questioning me when I would go to my friend’s, what I did, yada yada. Only a couple of weeks later I went to my best friend’s place for dinner. I remember complaining about this guy when their phone rang, and it was him! He somehow got her phone number. My friend’s dad is such an amazing man, and when the guy asked him “why are you there! Why isn’t she at home so I can call her!?!”, my friend’s dad yelled at the guy so much, and I never heard from the dude again.
I’m keeping in short because I’m on mobile.
However, he found me on PINTEREST. He messaged me on there, and I don’t know how he found me because my name wasn’t connected to it, and my first/last name is super common.
He also constantly searched the web for everything about me.
He would drive past my house to see what I was up to. Even when he had a new girlfriend. Apparently he still talked about me to his now ex-girlfriend?! Him and I dated for 7 MONTHS.
The best part? He applied to work at my dad’s pizza shop so he could see me all the time… and then when he found out I was dating someone new (like two years later), he sent an anonymous message to him telling him he’ll beat him up.
I got on a bus in town and a guy saw me through the window. He was on the phone at the time but stopped to stare. I only noticed as the bus was parked at the stop as it was ahead of schedule and I noticed him notice me. He got on the bus and sat next to me.
I carried on looking out the window with my headphones in. He kept elbowing me in the side but I ignored it at first as I thought he was unaware of how much space he was taking up. As it kept happening after half hour I took my headphones out and asked him to mind his elbows. Turns out he was trying to get my attention. Says in broken English that he wants me to put my details in his phone. I saw no. He keeps on insisting. I still say no. There’s an awkward silence for about another 10 mins when I get off the bus. My stop is about 3rd from the end of the line in a little quiet suburb of the city. I know he’s not from there. He was about 6’6 and the stereotypical German build a v muscly with bright blond hair. I’d have noticed him before if he lived there as there’s only about 50 houses in that area.
He gets off and starts following me. I don’t want him to know where I live so I ran off down someone else’s driveway and hid behind their bushes. Stayed there for about 10 mins and called my friend. Came back out and he was gone. Never saw him again. Freaked me out for weeks as I thought he’d come back as he knew the general area I lived in. This was about 10 years ago now and I’ve moved out that area got married etc. But it still freaks me out that someone would stop what they’re doing, get on a random bus and follow someone home, even after I’ve repeatedly said no to handing my number over.
Isn’t it awful how the question is “What is your stalking horror story?” and not “Do you have a stalking horror story?”
We all just know we’re going to have one. It’s scary being a woman.
Mine is no where near as bad as the rest of them here but when I first started using dating apps, I got talking to a guy who I got on well with, had phone calls with, arranged a date with. I blame myself for being so naive and not video calling or verifying him like I would now.
Morning of the meeting, he deleted his apps, blocked my number and on WhatsApp. I was devastated.
I chalked it up to a bad experience and took a step back. A while later I was back on and was talking to someone new, spoke very similar to the other guy. I had learned my lesson and did some digging, I found his Tumblr and ig and realised it was the first guy I had speaking to who stood me up – going by the voice in his videos and even the same pics (of random stuff like art) that he sent me. He had been catfishing me with fake pics first time round.
I confronted him and he said I was wrong and crazy. I told him to fuck off and blocked him, I’m not really sure what he was expecting.
Anyway it annoyed me but I moved on. A few weeks later a guy tried talking to me who was absolutely my type, catfish guy and I had spoken about our types and this “new” one was mine to a tee.
He was far too good looking to be talking to me so I was suspicious anyway then he said the exact same line he said the last few times – “can I just say – you’ve got really beautiful eyes. They sparkle and show your kindness.”
I freaked out and blocked him.
About once a week a different guy who was just my type would try to message me with that exact line.
He was just making accounts after accounts, it was some sick power move cos he knew I knew.
This was in 2015 but I think the last one was about 2023, not seen him since.
I’m just glad nothing worse happened and I’m so sorry for everyone else here
My worst one was with an ex-girlfriend. She abused me for the duration of our relationship, cheated on me, threatened to unalive herself when I tried to break up with her, harassed me from hospital after she was forcibly admitted (I convinced the doctor to confiscate her phone, but she just borrowed phones off other people). I stood my ground and broke up with her. All that follows this is post-relationship.
Immediately after I broke up with her she showed up at my house and assaulted me. The house was owned by my job so I nearly lost both my employment and housing after I called the cops on her.
She followed me to a sporting event I was photographing at and barricaded me in my car. When I got a security guard’s attention she took off. She tried to pay a guy to hack my Facebook (he informed me). She tried to pay people to befriend me and convince me to go back to her (they informed me). She tried to make fake dating profiles to get me to talk to her (but she was super dumb about it – she used a picture of a celebrity who I share a name with, and used my cat’s name for the profile).
She abused my horse by putting an extra rug on it so the poor horse sweated severely the next day and overheated. She tried to apply at my workplace (thankfully I was forewarned so I was able to tell the office and they threw out her application). No matter how many times I blocked the numbers she used to contact me she was always able to find new ones, I had to change my phone number. She sent me voice messages from friends’ Facebook accounts.
All of this was over the course of a few years.
Thankfully I was able to screenshot A LOT of this behaviour and ended up writing a 40-page affidavit to apply for a Protection Order, which was granted the same day I applied. She breached it a couple of times, which I passed on to police. One of those times was a message about how amazing her life was and how much she missed me, that she’d bought a house and wanted to support me yadda yadda. I screenshot it, blocked her new account, and gave the message to the cops.
The New Zealand police were amazing. I was worried that, being gay, I wouldn’t be taken seriously. But they were so supportive and encouraging. It was at their urging I applied for the PO. They also recommended me to a mental health helpline that called and checked on me every few months.
Haven’t heard from her for a while now but the repercussions are still ongoing from the whole thing.
I was eighteen and had just broken up with my serious bf of three years. This guy was supposed to be a rebound but we ended up in a very unhealthy on again off again thing until I was almost twenty and cut it off with him for good. Or so I thought. He constantly harassed me digitally and in person. He would show up at my house, my work, my bus stops and train stations, the park I’d have my lunch in, and the shops I’d buy office supplies in. My phone was constantly blowing up, and when it wasn’t it was because he was writing multiple page essays about how much he loves me and what an awful person I was (in far harsher terms). I moved towns and the digital harassment didn’t stop. He was like a hydra, I’d block one phone number or email and more would pop up. All saying the same things. This went on from 2012 until he committed suicide in 2023.
I was 16, just moved to another city, was stupid enough to say “Hi!” to the guy next to me at the busstop close to where I lived. He started easy, like just waiting at the busstop until I got there and not actually getting on the bus himself. Then he showed up at my regular coffeshop. And suddenly he was outside my school. A few months later he was outside my bedroom window.
I’ve stopped saying Hi to people at busstops
I have had a few different types unfortunately but the scariest one is can only imagine guy was upset I was a girl on a motorcycle and tried to run me over with his lifted truck and when that failed chased me for quite a while. Other notable mentions are a man tried to follow me home but my partner he noticed in the passenger seat and had Me pull into a gas station the guy left when he saw a man in my car. A popular conservative grifter on social media kept following my account after I removed him i don’t post things other then fun random videos so was super creepy. The most scary one was the guy actively trying to kill me. But the amount of times men have just followed me stalking me in general once is scary enough all my incidents happened in the mid day time too is the real scary part that men are bold enough to try in broad daylight and I have had it happen in rich and poor nabourhoods so really it can happen anywhere.
Older Guy from work who technically got me the job. Turned cray real quick. Would show up to where I was on campus and just sit. Would try to make me feel small asking questions like “you like this job I got you?” Would stand in doorways so I couldn’t leave. He would find my car places and just sit in his car watching. He even followed me out of town when I had started seeing someone new. He had been there a long time and I was brand new so I didn’t say anything. One of the friends I had made was sick of his shit so he reported it to our security. Our CFO showed up one day and pulled me aside. He wanted the whole story so I told him. He assured me it’ll never happen again in or out of work. He personally went up to this guy and told him if he even glanced in the direction of myself or anyone I knew at work or in public he would be fired. It finally stopped. He got fired maybe a year later for some other stuff, I wasn’t sad.