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Okay, so this is a situation that happened in the Dubai airport. Although I wasn't the main victim in this story. I was trying to get to the terminal in order to catch a flight out of Dubai when I realized the taxi driver took me to the wrong terminal. Disappointed at the fact that I was at the wrong place, I let out a Damn it. Out of frustration at myself and decided to try and figure out where to go next. A few minutes later, two police officers came and detained me and then went off on me for swearing at an Arab woman whom I assume was somewhere around me, and a whole host of insults that would only be really offensive in Arab and Asian culture, including threats of violence until they saw I had a passport from a western country and then suddenly became polite. I don't look like I'm from the west though. However, the worst part of that hour long ordeal was the fact that there was a Hungarian girl that came in with her dad and complained about being assaulted, only to get yelled at by the police and told to get lost. Is this a common experience in authoritarian countries? What would a woman do if she was really attacked like this? Anyway, I'm really glad that I wasn't that girl at the time. And to the Dubai police, hopefully I don't have to see any of you again. It's hard to pinpoint when this occurred because every time I think that it's finally over, I'm reminded that it's not. Tate was my first ever boyfriend. The story is supposed to focus on the things he did after we broke up. So I'll quickly gloss over what happened during our relationship. And yeah, I was really stupid back then, so brace yourselves for cringe. This is gonna be a long and angry one. We started dating shortly before my 15th birthday. The whole relationship was a mess. He convinced me to steal money from my grandmother and run away with him. He cheated on me multiple times, got me pregnant, which birth control failed, and then dumped me for another girl, only to come crawling back after he coerced me into having an abortion. He also lied a lot. Like a lot. But of course I forgave him over and over again. This whole ordeal lasted 21 months before I'd finally had it and ended it once and for all. He frequently called me sometimes in the middle of the night. He would also often pass by my house sending me messages like, I see your mom still drives the same car. One time he refused to leave until I came down and told him that I was done with him. I threatened to call the cops, which made him Pissed off, I eventually just blocked him everywhere that I possibly could. I started dating again three months after our breakup. Her name was Emma. Tate somehow found out who I was dating and had sent her fake screenshots of text messages that implied that I still loved him and wanted him back. All in an attempt to sabotage my new relationship. Lucky for me, Emma had a brain and quickly caught onto the fact that he was bullcrapping her. Since I had blocked him everywhere, he ended up messaging a friend of mine. One year into my relationship with Emma, he said that he'd been stalking me and was threatening to kill her. I called the cops, but they just told me that they couldn't really do much as long as it was nothing but messages on the Internet. Emma is still alive and well, so it was all empty threats, but it was certainly enough for me to be terrified to leave the house for a few months. Well, Emma and I eventually broke up. Once again, Tate somehow found out about that and decided to use the opportunity of me being single. Mind you, Emma and I had dated for over two years, so Tate and I's breakup had been more than two and a half years ago. I also later found out that he had a girlfriend and a son. He turned up on my doorstep at 5 o'clock in the morning. He messaged me from a new profile and demanded that I come downstairs to say goodbye. Because he was moving to la. I am from Europe. So not only would he have needed a visa, which requires a lot of money and can take several years to be approved, his English skills were also practically non existent. He stood in front of my door, looking up at my window, smiling and waving. I told him to piss off where I was calling the cops. After which he went on a long rant about what a whore I was and how no one trusts him and really, a whole lot of nonsense. I blocked the new profile and when I dared to take another look out the window 30 minutes later, he was gone. I really don't want to know what would have happened if I had gone outside that day. That was three years ago and I honestly thought that would be it. After all, our breakup happened almost six years ago now. A few months ago though, well, I fell in love with someone online. He lived in America, we got married and I moved to Ameerica. I needed to clean up my block list on Facebook. It had been such a long time, I didn't think much of it when I unblocked him. After all, I was now married and lived halfway across the planet. Now, not one month After I unblocked him, he messaged me in the dead of night, which would have been sometime in the morning for him. Hey, I was just about to stop by when I remembered that you live 5,000 miles away now. How's it going? I have straight up no idea how he knows that I moved to America. My profile on Facebook is set to private. I had a mild anxiety attack even though I knew that he literally couldn't touch me. I don't want to talk to you was my response. Are you sure? I'd like to know how it's going with your husband and how it is in America. Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to tell you about me or my husband or my wife in America. I'm done with you. I've been done with you. Just leave me alone, I told him. His response was a minute long voice message. I didn't even listen to it because I didn't want to hear his voice. Instead, I just forwarded it to a friend who listened to it for me. According to her, there was a lot of rambling. He apologized for the voice message saying his cab driver had punched him, which leads me to believe that he was either drunk and or high Again. He was saying how he still liked me and that he'd love to stay in contact and if I wanted someone to talk to, he'd be there. The rest was unintelligible as there were sirens in the background. I never replied. Instead I just blocked him again. Every time something like this happens, I think it's the last time. But at this point it really feels like I'll never fully get rid of him. My fiance, a 27 year old male, and I, a 23 year old female, are soon to be married and are remodeling an old family home. We started working on the house about two or three months ago. My fiance bought a bunch of tools to use in the house to renovate. The house has been sitting with nobody in it for over a year. Keep in mind the house is located in a fairly rural area. A few houses and trailers here and there but not too much traffic. We have a rodent problem and have been setting up traps to catch them. About three weeks ago my fiance went to check the traps and we had a rat that was alive. Long story short, he didn't want to take care of it so he left. I got off work at 9pm and went over to the house to take care of the rat. It was raining and my mom and brother came with me. I went to the Back door and it was wide open and water was blowing into the house. I was pissed. I thought that my fiance had left the door open. I shut it and finished my business there. I asked my fiance why he left the door open and he claimed he didn't. I called bullshit and just left it at that. It didn't occur to me that somebody had possibly made a quick getaway. Fast forward to today. My fiance and I went to our house to throw a whole bunch of trash and stuff into the dumpster we rented. When we went inside, we immediately noticed that some of our things were missing. Drills, Sanders, etc. We realized they had been stolen. We then call my mother in law and tell her about it. She says to make a police report. What really scares me so much about this is that everything began to click with the rat trap incident. Somebody has been scoping us out. I would go to our house by myself on many occasions and always had the creeps and felt watched. My little brother even remarked that he felt watched there and he asked if we were sure that nobody was in there while we were gone. I noticed today when I was there alone that my dog was acting very nervous and suspicious. She wasn't running and playing like she usually does and she didn't want me to go to the backyard or the wooded area. I'm glad I trusted her in my gut feeling. I don't know if the thieves were there, but I'm glad that I didn't find out. We're currently in the process of installing cameras. This had to have been somebody that lives near us and can monitor how often we're there. So we did catch a car pulling in like it was scoping the place out. The people inside never got out, but they left. We asked a few of my fiance's family members about it and that was to our detriment. One of them went and spread the word that we have cameras and that somebody in the neighborhood who owned the vehicle that we caught on camera slipped up and said that they already knew things had been stolen. Which to me is basically a confession because we hadn't told anybody about the robbery until the incident with the car that we caught on camera. So now more people than necessary know and. And we probably won't catch the person who did it. We still turned the footage into the police though and maybe they can dig up some background information. I guess time will tell. While this may not be super eventful, it was scary. I worked at the Walmart pharmacy and this happened two days ago. As most people who Work retail, know the associates have to park at the end of the parking lot. So it's a pretty far walk to the store for us. I'm a 23 year old female. I was walking in the parking lot on my way to the store to clock in. I'm walking in front of a row of cars when I see a large truck up ahead. There was a blonde woman in the driver's side and a man in the passenger side. I suddenly got this urge to walk a little further away from the row of cars, particularly that truck. So I walked further out in front of it. As I'm passing by, the man quickly opened his door and then leaned about halfway out. He has a yellow card in his hand with something written in Sharpie. He then says, ma'am, I need to give you something. He didn't get out of the truck though. He was partially inside with the door propped open, leaning as far out as he could. He then said, come get this card from me. I honestly have never felt fear overcome me like that. I looked at the woman and she was gripping the steering wheel and just watching me. The car was running. It's a business card for pressure washing. Just walk over here and get it. I thought you might be interested. I then looked at him and politely declined. He seemed frustrated and I just quickly walked off. I had the worst gut feeling something was telling me to get away as quickly as I could. I turned and watched the truck pull off and drive away quickly. Thankfully nothing happened, but it was still very scary. A few hours later, I was told that a sex trafficker had been arrested at another nearby Walmart just a day before. The boards on the walls with missing women, men and children in Walmart are no joke. So many people have gone missing at large stores like Walmart. Always listen to your gut. So this happened a few years ago, but it stuck with me because of how weird and scary it was. So every year for the past few years, my parents have been going on a week long anniversary trip leaving me home alone. I was 20, so it was more than an appropriate age. Well, this time around some weird crap happened the first day that they were gone and then this happened the night before they were supposed to come home. The first day they were gone. A guy came to the door to drop something off in the morning, but I didn't want to answer it as it was a stranger and I thought he'd just leave it at the door like usual. Well, he stayed for about five minutes and then got in his car and started to drive off. To which I then went outside because I thought he had finally left it. This man got out of his car, leaving it in the middle of the road just to give me my package that I didn't have to sign for at all. No signature needed or anything. Wasn't dressed like a delivery person. Was in a beat up car, very weird and uncomfy. Skipping to the end of the week, I was just chilling out in my living room and all of a sudden at 11 at night, I see this rather large figure approach my front door. The glass is dimpled so you can't see the features, but just a silhouette. The figure starts banging on my door and then did so for like a minute straight. He just stands there and doesn't leave for probably 10 minutes and in that time beats on the door a few times over. Luckily, my sister and her family live not even a mile away from me. So I called them and then her husband came to get me. By this time I'm in full panic mode and I realize that my dogs are in the backyard. My back door is 90% glass and I was horrified that this person was going to come through the back gate to try and come into my house as my dogs were barking up a storm. Anyways, I got my dogs inside the house and my brother in law finally showed up and whoever was there was gone. He takes me to my sister's house and we checked the front door cameras to see who was there. The cameras had been turned off the whole time this person was there and for an hour before that he had started banging on my door. The cameras had been on before that time period and during the time we were looking at the cameras they were somehow shut off for about an hour and a half, which was odd because they're not the type that needs to be charged. And they had never glitched before then, but were actually very sensitive. To this day I don't know who it was that showed up at the house. I checked the local news and everything, but nothing ever came of it. I don't know if they were trying to rob my house or if they had other plans or if it was potentially the delivery guy from earlier that week, but it still freaks me out to think about and I hate being home alone at night because of it. I'm not proud of any of this. I have a big family and we're super close. When I was in high school, my aunt was dating this guy who seemed really wealthy, but no one really knew what he did. I think anyone could have guessed though. I Asked my aunt to introduce me to her boyfriend and we talked about how I could work for him without going into too much detail. He let me work for him. I sold to some people I knew. I went to high school in an area where there was a lot of drugs. I knew a few boys who claimed they were already using this stuff. I offered to sell it to them and surprisingly they had really big orders for me. I didn't ask any questions. I just went along with it. I was making about $3,000 a month from this. Not enough to retire or anything, but definitely more than most 17 year olds made. I never made a point to flaunt my money or anything. I think I kept it well hidden. At least I thought I did. What bothers me is that there's no way of knowing. One Saturday morning, I walk over to my friend's house for a birthday party. Not a wild one or anything, just a cute little breakfast. On my way home, this guy that I'd never seen before pulled over and got out of the car. He was well dressed and a bit older. When he got out of his car, I thought he was a cop. He was acting like a cop. I was ready to surrender because I didn't think I could make an escape. But then he pulled out a switchblade and said to give him my purse. He then said something like, don't act dumb, girl. I know you have money. It's okay. We can make this easy if you just give me your purse. Again, I can't really explain this, but that just felt like such a cop like thing to say. I don't know if you've ever been in that kind of situation. I really hope you haven't. But you kind of just freeze when someone surprises you like that. It's not really fear. Your body just doesn't know how to react. I almost think my body didn't let me get too scared. Because if it did, then I'd have a heart attack. First, I think I felt relieved that he wasn't actually a cop. Thank goodness for that. Second, when he said it was okay and that we could make it easy, it actually calmed me down a bit. So I just managed to say, okay, can I just give you my cash? My purse has my phone and pictures and other stuff. He said okay to that. I opened my purse and took out all the cash I had, about $200. He watched me closely as I did it. He took the money, said something like, if you tell anyone, I'll find out. And then he left. I felt really calm the rest of the walk home. The next morning it hit me that I had been mugged. That's when the panic set in. I had started shaking and crying. Even as I'm writing the story now, it still gives me chills. I had never seen that guy before. When he said, I know you have money, I don't know if he meant he knew about my dealing or if he was just trying to scare me. Honestly, I'm really glad that this all happened because it made me get out of that business at the right time. Things were only going to get even more dangerous from there. It's still scary thinking about it, but that guy saved me. Without even realizing it, I told my aunt's boyfriend what happened and that I was just too scared to keep doing this trade anymore. He told me to send all of my customers to him instead. I did, and that was the end of it for me. It's been almost 10 years now and I haven't looked back since. One night I had gone to the Walgreens by my house to pick up some cigarettes and random snacks. The line was longer than usual because it was a Saturday night and people were buying alcohol. It was about three people back from the register and out of the corner of my eye I saw a gigantic figure. Out of curiosity, I looked back and I saw a guy with bright orange and red hair who's at least 7ft tall. I didn't want the guy to think I was just gawking at his height, so I just mumbled cool Nirvana shirt and then didn't look back for the rest of my weight. After I checked out at the register, I went to my car. I lit a cigarette and then sent a couple of texts just to keep from texting and driving. I probably sat in my car for around 3, 5 minutes. Not too long to get back to my house. I always drive the quick way, but it's not on any main streets. It mainly consists of driving behind stores and through store parking lots, all of which were closed by that hour. I pulled up to my house, put my car in park and gathered my thanks. As I was reaching for my handle, I saw a darn colored Jeep pull up beside me. I rolled down my window and asked the driver if they needed something because they were just staring at me. The guy just blurted out, you're hot and then just looked at me with a blank stare. I then replied, how would he know what I looked like before he stopped at my car? It turns out the tall guy had followed me home. This couldn't be by accident because of the weird, convoluted way that I drove home. He asked me out and I responded, no thanks, I live with somebody. Not going to tell him it's my dog, not a partner. He said that he did too, and I firmly told him no yet again, making sure not to smile or laugh or give him any encouragement. Finally, he drove away. I waited a while to make sure that he was really gone and then went inside, thoroughly creeped out. The next morning I went out to my car to get something out of the trunk. Written in the dust on top of the trunk and giant scroll was a phone number. He'd come back after I went inside to do that, even after I showed zero interest. I've had a stalker for about four years. He was never aggressive or sent me any proper threats, so as stubborn as I am, I did my best to ignore him and not give him the satisfaction of showing him any fear. To be honest, after a while I also wasn't scared anymore since he almost never came close to me. I know being stalked can affect people severely, even in a case like mine, and that's totally valid, but I guess I just got lucky and was never really psychologically affected by it. His stalking behavior mostly just consisted of sending me letters and gifts, such as photos of my own apartment building from the outside, things that he dug out of my trash can, and so on. I called the police many times, but they weren't able to catch or identify him. About three weeks ago I discovered the German version of Ask me anything on Reddit and I thought people might want to know what it's like to have a stalker. Since I barely use any social media aside from Reddit and have no personally identifying information here. I didn't think think he'd ever see it. One person even asked, does he know you're putting him on blast on Reddit? And I answered maybe. Maybe it would make him angry, maybe he'd be turned on. Don't know, don't care. Well, I know the real answer to that now. He did see it and he did not like it. Like I said, he was never aggressive and never came close to me. The closest I know of was that he sent me a picture of myself unlocking my apartment door, taken from the corner of the steps above. Sorry if that makes no sense. I don't know how else to explain it, but I consider myself a pretty vigilant person and I'm thinking that he might have hid a camera there instead of being there to take the photo himself. I think I would have noticed him if he did, I don't know how he got wind of the ama, but he did. The next week was quiet. No letters and I didn't see him anywhere. Then he left me letters with printed out questions and my answers from the ama. He also left me a long, hateful letter towards my boyfriend. His letters were never hateful like that before, though he never seemed happy with my boyfriend. He wrote about how I should share the spotlight with him since I got so much attention thanks to him. A few days later, I got a gift, but this time he didn't leave it in my mailbox or at my car like he usually did. No, this time he left it inside the apartment building right in front of my door. I didn't take it inside my apartment, but opened it outside. It was a pretty big box, which was also unusual, and it was taped shut. As I'm typing it out, I realize that wasn't a good idea at all and could have ended badly for me, but luckily he didn't send me a bomb or anything. He did, however, send me several zip ties, a roll of tape, a TV remote with most buttons, picked off a pack of Band Aids with a few used ones. Not actually used, just made to look that way though, according to the police. And then a framed picture of me. I could tell the picture was taken a few days ago and my boyfriend was next to me, but cut out of the photo. The frame was shattered and the package was full of glass shards, clearly more than just what could have fallen out of the frame. And they were also intentionally put inside the crumpled newspaper that was stuffed in there to keep it all in place. I called the police right away and gave it to them. They were more concerned this time and they told me they'd send patrol cars more frequently. He didn't show up or leave me any letters or gifts for about another week and a half. But eight days ago it started again. I found letters in my mailbox where he wrote about how he wasted his time on me, how I haven't been appreciating his effort, how he was wrong about me being special. Five days ago I left my apartment in the morning and I heard a crunch sound as I stepped on my doormat. He had put a broken glass under it. At night I went off to work because I was in a hurry and I was just going to make my boyfriend call the police. But then I found my car had also been vandalized. The sides were scratched, lights smashed, and the windshield had a phrase painted on it. It's about time Miss. I went back inside and called the cops myself. They found the same phrase on the note under the doormat. This time they really, really took me seriously, which might have been because I was just pissed at this point, which I made very clear. If for some reason you're like me and you're just too stubborn to be afraid of a stalker like mine, then all of this, the letters, gifts, photos, even the damn glass under my doormat are just really annoying and inconvenient. But my car was useless to me now and the threat scared me even more. I did however, have a dash cam in my car and it caught everything. The police took the footage as evidence even though the dash cam footage wasn't of high quality and I had given them photos of him that were just as good before, but they said that it's not enough. They told me they'll look into it further and promise to send me more patrol cars again. Then it was quiet for two more days until two days ago when someone rang my doorbell at just after 4am My boyfriend got up, but we were both hesitant, but I saw blue lights outside and just as I got up I heard them shouting this is the police. Please open the door. They told us they were called by one of our downstairs neighbors who came home from his night shift about an hour earlier. He had heard someone else enter the building after them before the door fell shut. My neighbors know of my situation and I've asked them to make sure that they don't let strangers into the building. The neighbor then went into his own apartment and looked through the peephole. We have motion activated lights in the stairway so he waited to see if they turned back on. They did. Then he saw a middle aged man walk upstairs. Above his neighbor are only me and my boyfriend, as well as a single mom with three kids who probably won't be getting any visitors at 3am so he called the police. They came and found my stalker 1/2 floor above me on the stairs. He should have been able to see the cob car since there's a little window up there and that they had their lights on but he either missed them or wanted to get caught. They found a pocket knife on him and he confessed to being my stalker right away. He's finally caught. They got him. It took four years of provocative Reddit post and one very vigilant and caring neighbor, but he's finally done for now at least. He's facing several charges and I've collected every single piece of evidence over the past four years. I don't know what kind of outcome I can expect, but for now I finally got some Peace. Today at 9.30pm for the first time in over a year, I took out the trash all by myself in the dark. My boyfriend always did it just to be safe, but today I had nothing to worry about. I'm a 20 year old female for context. I started an OnlyFans account over the summer to support myself through school and things were great until I posted my Amazon wish list. Amazon doesn't release your address to people who gift you items, but third party sellers can. And that's where I went wrong by the way. I'm not trying to promote it here. This is a very frightening story and I felt like it should be shared in late July, I got a puppy one night around 2am I took him outside to go to the bathroom. While he was doing his business, I had noticed a car parked outside my family home. I saw a figure in the car and I could tell they were looking at me, but I couldn't make out their face because it was pitch black outside. Feeling a bit uneasy, I picked up my puppy to take him back inside and when I started to move the car parked in my driveway, I sprinted back inside and locked the door, but they never approached my house. The next morning I went to check the mail. There was an envelope addressed to my OnlyFans name with $20 in it, but no note. I was currently still at home with my parents who had no idea about my OnlyFans account, so I didn't mention it to them. A week later I moved back to my college town to get ready to start school. At this time I had stopped posting for the time being until I could figure out how they got my address. I've watched enough crime shows to know there's a possibility I could be in danger. I live in a duplex with a gated parking lot for reference. One morning I was planning on vlogging my trip to Target because I was planning on starting a YouTube channel in the near future. Since OnlyFans felt unsafe, when I got to my car it had been ransacked and my vlogging camera was missing. I know it's my fault for leaving it in my car, but I was using it the night before and since I live in a gated area, I didn't think I would be unsafe. It wasn't in plain sight either. I had hidden it in my glove box. I used that camera to film my content and the SD card that was in there had all of my unreleased Photos and videos. I know they stole it just for the SD card. Anyways, this is where the story gets weird. There are cameras outside in the parking lot. So we were able to watch this person break into my car and find the camera. And they didn't touch any of the seven other cars on the lot. They knew which car was mine, which suggests that they had been watching me for a bit. After they got the camera, they walked around the duplex until stopping near my window. My bedroom faces an outside street and my blinds are broken so it's very easy to see in. I have a curtain, but it doesn't cover my window all the way. This person watched me sleep for an hour or so. I have no idea why they didn't try to break in, but thank God they didn't. I believe the police are trying to track them down, but I've broken my lease and moved to a new place, so hopefully that'll keep me safe. In the summer of 2017, I was working at a pharmacy. I had been there for four years. A new staff pharmacist around my age, 28 at the time, was hired. He seemed odd, but it was nice to meet him because everyone else was rude to him immediately and I felt bad for him. He asked me way too many questions. Some I answered and others crossed boundaries. Questions about my ex boyfriends. Fast forward a month and he said he was moving. He lived on the east side of my city and he said that he was moving to the west side where I live. He said that he actually found a house near the same intersection of where I live. I asked him what street and he wouldn't tell me. He also said that the owner will live there for a few more months. So I forgot all about it. Fast forward a few months later and my mom and stepdad told me that they met our new neighbor. Our house is one house away from the intersecting street. This house is on the intersecting street, so we're one house away, but the backyards connect. My mom said that he seemed like a really nice young man. The next time I worked with him, I asked if that was him, but he said no. I let it go for a little bit. Then another time he had started asking me questions, describing my backyard and asking if my street name started with the letter that it did. So he admitted it was him. I asked him how he knew it was my house and he said that he saw me in the backyard. He decided not to say anything to me. The next few months were weird. I was still friendly with him as a Coworker. But he had really crossed some boundaries. He knew that my birthday was coming up as my birthday and address are in the pharmacy database and my brother was asking for ideas for what to get me. I wanted a certain phone case, so I was browsing on my phone to send my brother links to the ones I wanted. He would always look over my shoulder whenever I was on my phone. He saw the type of phone case, got me the phone case as well as a 150 preloaded Visa gift card. I told him in a very professional manner that I felt the gift was inappropriate and probably against company policy. I walked over to his mailbox while he was at work to return it. He kept putting it back in my mailbox with messages of me begging to accept it because I'd make him so happy. I ended up just giving it away. Not much longer after that, I took another co worker of mine to the zoo. I had some of our trip on my Snapchat story. He kept messaging me on Snapchat asking me questions about it and it was bothering me so I blocked him. After that he had actually called my mother. He had got her number from when they first met. He told her that he needed to come over and talk to her. So she invited him in and they talked. I was very alarmed by this, but she thought it was endearing. I told him once again at work that he had crossed boundaries and he said that he does everything that he does because he cares about me. He didn't understand where I was coming from at all. Those were the most standout things he's done. Also a lot of pestering about tell me who your boyfriend is and trying to look at pictures of my phone to figure it out. Going through coworkers phones and reading their conversations with me, even impersonating them while I was not at work to get info. One time he even quartered me at work and he wouldn't let me leave until I told him what characteristics I look for in a guy. He was also mad at me when I got a birth control prescription filled even though it was being used to correct hormonal problems from another birth control. I started being mean to him at work because I just couldn't take it anymore. He then told me that I was only treating him that way because he was a nice guy who cares about me, that I'm just looking for an jerk. It became a very hostile work environment and I left about two months ago. This is a side note. Other coworkers and neighbors hate him because he likes to start Confrontations. He also likes to play, he said, she said, with people just for entertainment. The neighbors have called the police on him and they think he's crazy. I haven't heard from him at all since leaving, but I saw my former co worker last week at a get together. She said that he's trying to get her to tell him where I work now. He told her that he sees me getting into my car every morning so he knows that I have a new job. I told my mom this and she didn't take it very seriously. She never believed that I was in any danger. I would just really like to get an outside perspective. When I come home late, I always run to the door and if no one's home, I'll wait to take a shower. I'm still really scared. So it's been a few years. Last night I looked out the window and there were multiple police cars and an ambulance. I found out later that my neighbor married a young girl from the same country as him. She doesn't speak much English and doesn't have any family here. She has been here for a few months. My other neighbors managed to catch her outdoors once or twice and managed to get her phone number. She said that he has cameras all over the house and outside. Last night he was beating on her and accusing her of cheating and the cops were called. After that, he shut off her phone service. Last night he attacked her with a knife and my neighbors heard her screaming and they called the cops for her. She says he was trying to kill her. She was taken away by an ambulance and he was arrested. Multiple guns and knives were found in the house. When I was a freshman in high school, I was dealing with a lot of things and it ultimately caused me poor life decisions. So I started high school when I was young, barely 13 years old. I'm a female now and a junior. I didn't think anything about this guy. Since I wasn't really focused on people. I didn't really care about anyone else except just two friends that I had in the classes that I had with him. He was 17 at the time, and yes, in those classes the grade levels were mixed. Nothing ever struck me as odd about him since I rarely even paid attention to him. That is, until one day in biology, I looked up for my paper and saw him taking pictures of me. I was creeped out, but I didn't say anything in case I was wrong. Then days later, he found my Instagram and kept texting me, which I obviously never responded to. And if I had to, I would Be very dry and just leave him on read. Then one day in the middle of class I got a text from a random number saying hey. With various emojis like heart wants and I immediately knew it was him since earlier he was asking for my number which I declined to give to him. I immediately went to the two friends in that class to yell at them for telling him to which they then replied what? We never gave it to him. They even showed me their phones and let me go through them and their messages with him and no number of mine was ever mentioned despite his numerous texts asking them for it. I never answered him and just desperately tried to avoid him until one day on Instagram I got a text from him saying you're so pretty, to which I replied that I wasn't pretty and then he spammed me with pictures that he had taken of me. That wasn't even the creepiest part. There were like 50 pictures of me ranching from classes around the school campus and even outside of school, like near the bus stop or waiting for a friend of the quad to go somewhere. There were even some of me playing soccer with friends on the football field. It's used for soccer too, since the soccer fields get flooded easily and constantly are getting fed fixed to look pretty obviously. I left him on scene, blocked him and then avoided him even more to the point that I had started skipping classes and when I didn't go I told the teacher what happened while I was shaking and she let me go to the dean of the school where I showed them everything and even gave them the number that I got the message from. It's been two years. I'm a junior now. I stayed in this school since they have connections to a hospital that I want to volunteer in and because I have great friends there, he's made new accounts on Instagram, Snapchat, and probably even got a new number. And he's been trying to follow me and message me for weeks now. I keep blocking him, but new accounts are just created. I'm honestly glad for quarantine since I would probably be nervous to go to class or even school. It's also worth mentioning that it's still not known how he got my number as the only two people who had it never even gave it to him. I'm 100% sure that he was following me around school even after I told the dean. So I'm now 16. I turned 16 a few days ago and recently I've been playing games on Roblox with my best friend, like Murder Mystery 2 Arsenal, etc. And one of the games I play on my own is Adopt Me because I like all the pets they have. I am writing this minutes after it happened. I was playing Adopt me after my classes since we have short periods for school on Mondays So it was 11:52 ish and now it's 12:07. There was this player who had a variation of my stalker's name with random numbers after and I stupidly thought nothing of it. Instead I thought oh, that's a pretty common name, which it is, but I couldn't shake off this feeling and then the person kept following me and again I was stupid and just thought they probably just want to trade since I have an ultra rare pet. So I stopped driving but that trade invitation never came. So me being me, I left and went to the campsite since my pet wanted to go there. Everything was fine until I was going back to my home in the game until that user then put hey along with my name and I didn't think anything was wrong until I did a double take and I realized my name isn't on my Roblox account. And on my Roblox account I only have three friends and all three of them either call me by my alias that I made for my books and future podcast or by my Roblox name whenever we play it. I didn't respond to the message and instead just acted like I didn't see it all while the other players were asking the user who's that with my name? The player then kept on following me around until I left the game and they even sent me a friend request which I denied and immediately blocked. That wasn't the only thing he's done since my last update on the story he found out about this guy that I'm talking to. Somehow the guy isn't from California and he told one of his friends. I say friends with the quotations because he's yelled at that friend for talking to me or even for being near me before. And that friend happens to be a very close friend of mine and that friend told me what happened and how he freaked out but couldn't do anything due to the guy not being in California and saying that my stalker freaked him out. The guy is a huge softie, so it kinda made me laugh knowing that after I was told that he had somehow been stalking my followers and followings, I had blocked people that would know him and also possibly let him use their account to look at mine. I updated my brother who's my legal guardian as well as my friends that knew about him, all so that they would know and even told the guy in case my stalker had the idea to message him and tell him a complete lie as previously the stalker had messaged a close friend of mine and told him we were dating, all in an attempt to get my friend to stop talking to me. He even told the same friend that he was going to marry me and that we were going to have two kids, which is a huge lie because one I don't want any kids and if I ever do I'll adopt and two if I ever get married it will most likely be to the guy I'm talking to right now. Luckily, no one ended up believing him except his friends who were saying that it would happen one day and to just keep trying to be with me. I overheard this once and was disgusted and I told two of my friends all about it, which they got mad and refused to let him near me whenever he tried to talk to me. Even now we're not in those classes. We're still close though, and they always tell me whenever they overhear my stalker's friends giving him ideas. In my last update, I left out a piece of information due to me not having the full story going back to freshman year on Valentine's Day. I had found a huge stuffed bear in my math class and it was on my seat so I thought someone had left it there. And when the teacher came into class I told him that someone left a huge stuffed bear behind, to which my teacher responded, that wasn't there in my previous class. Someone probably left it there for you. Maybe a secret admirer. We ended up looking into the packaging because our own curiosity got the best of us and it had a letter. I still vibrantly remember it because it creeped me out so damn much. It read, dear Sarah, it's Valentine's Day and I wanted to give you something for today. I like everything about you. Your smile, your eyes and your body. You're perfect. I love you. I stayed in for a bit during lunch and gave my math teacher the note, which got him creeped out too. We ended up throwing away the note and I took the beer but met up with a friend for the rest of lunch. She asked who gave me the stuffed beer and then said it was nice. I ended up telling her what happened with the note and how I found it and then gave the stuffed bear to her so she could keep it. You all might ask, why did you give her the bear? Well, I have three reasons for that. One, she has panic attacks and snuggling up to something when she has them helps her go through them. So I gave her the giant stuffed bear for that. Two I don't like over the top things and three I already have a lot of stuffed animals due to my brother getting me them since I was a baby. My friend still has the bear to this day and it's helped her a lot so I don't regret giving it away. That or even receiving it from my stalker because it helps someone out with a problem. Fast forward to when I found out the stuffed bear was from my stalker. My friend, who we'll call B, had messaged me to tell me about my stalker finding out about the guy I'm talking to, and before we ended our conversation he had asked if he could call me, which I said yes to. During the call, he told me how he's in this group chat for this class on Instagram and how they're all friends in that class and that they're sharing things about their previous boyfriends or girlfriends for some reason, which my friend B and my other friend were not part of. Instead, they just looked at the messages. My stalker claimed that I had dated him and then he said that I didn't want anyone to know but that we did date. We never did and we never will. My stalker then continued on to say in the group chat that the giant stuffed beer that was on my seat in algebra was from him and that he got so mad at me for giving it to a friend that he broke up with me. I wasn't even shocked that he had made up a story of us dating and when I told my best friend, we just laughed for a bit, then decided to contact a lawyer and see if a restraining order could be put in place and if the police can be involved. Sadly, I got the news that since he had not been near me since I switched classes and I'm no longer in classes with him that I can't get a restraining order. Restraining order since online harassment and stalking isn't bad enough yet since there's only been friend requests, which meant that I couldn't even go to the police due to it being online and not really dangerous. If anyone out there is going through this or something similar, tell someone because at first I didn't say anything because I thought it was just going to get bad and it did and it's still getting worse even now.