Most people would agree that the Internet has improved daily life. But the web has a dark side, too - the rise of social media has led to a rise in creepy online stalkers. These real-life creepy stalker stories are absolutely chilling, and it’s telling that so many of them begin with a seemingly innocent online meeting.
If you’re looking for an excuse to limit your Internet time, these Reddit stalking tales will give you plenty of reasons to log off. They contain some of the most skin-crawling descriptions of stalking that you'll ever read. From ex boyfriends who just can't take a hint to strangers who lovingly pen poems to the objects of their obsessions, this list has them all.
The Ex-Boyfriend From Hell
From Redditor /u/theeshamefulpickle:
"High school boyfriend, I (Senior) split up with him (Junior) he was already controlling, judgmental & abusive. I was moving onto college at the local university. He went f*cking crazy, lost his god damn mind. He began by threatening messages, about 200 a day, phone calls, showing up during my classes. Showing up at my house. Broke into my car and sat in the backseat; my best friend & I had gone to the movies came out I was going to drop her off at home and she noticed a huge mark on the passenger side of the car - looked in the back seat and there he was laying on the floor trying to hide. Bought a new car with new plates. He broke into my dorm room, I then left the dorms because I felt unsafe and moved into an apartment not far from the College Campus, with two female roommates. He found out where I was living and broke in there too while I was in the shower. Told him to get the f*ck out and he came after me with a knife. Had to call the cops & lock myself in the bathroom, he was gone by the time the cops showed up. Was dating a newer guy, who was an absolute gentleman and I warned him about the ex boyfriend. Ex boyfriend crashes one of our dates and jumps new guy with five friends. I also end up with my face smashed in for being a 'cheating whore.' I moved back into my parents house. Ex boyfriend attempted to break into my parents house at five o'clock on a Sunday so my entire family was home. Dad caught him and put a gun in his mouth ... that was the end of that. Dad is 6'5" ex military & scary.
Edit: Dad did not kill him, however I think that scared ex enough. He has left me alone for 5 years now. I travel back home frequently and when he sees me he looks the other way."
Why Aren't You Online?
From Redditor /u/thenightbattles:
"This happened to me during my first year of university, in October. I was living in the dorms and I need to give you a brief run-down of the dorms - you need a keycard to gain access to your specific floor, so even though someone on the 3rd floor and 4th floor live in the same building, they can't access each other's floors.
I had injured myself playing sports, so I was under orders to 'rest', which meant no Hallowe'en parties for me. Pretty sad for a horror fiend like myself, but to try and make the time a happy one, I busied myself helping to make costumes for people and doing their makeup. Once I was finally finished, I packed up my makeup and decided to watch some movies in my room. A guy popped up and introduced himself, we chatted a bit and exchanged email addresses and I walked back to my room and said goodnight. The first warning sign was that he walked into my room behind me, despite me saying I was going to walk into my room. I felt really awkward and tried to say, in a roundabout way that he needed to leave. But he wasn't getting the hint. I finally had to say 'you need to leave my room now.' I chalked this up to him maybe being drunk or something, but I did wonder how he got onto my floor if he wasn't with anyone partying. Before I went to bed that night, I checked my email and there were 5 from Creep. The first being 'hey I'm so glad we're friends' and the rest asking why I wasn't online.
A few days later, I got a knock on my door when I was studying and it was him. I explained that I was studying and needed privacy. He tried to walk into my room again, but I braced my arm on the frame and said firmly that I needed to study. The next day, he was at my door again and the next. I began pretending that I was not home. Another day there was a knock at the door and when I checked the peephole, there was no one there and I assumed the postman had come. I opened the door and lo and behold, it was the creepy guy. He has begun hiding from the peephole so I would be more likely to answer the door. I told my roommate never to open the door if he was there and I told the people living on my floor that this guy was beginning to creep me out, so if he wanted to get on the floor, whatever sob story he gave them, don't let him on.
A few days after that, I was on the bus coming home and I got a text from someone who lived on my floor telling me not to come home because Creep was on my floor and was sitting in front of my door, just waiting. I went to a friend's house and spent the night and when I got home, I was told he waited for FOUR HOURS before leaving. At this point, I was getting freaked out. A few days after that, he began waiting outside the building and if I left, he would follow me wherever I went. I was too spineless to tell him to go away and I tried to be more passive about it. I never spoke, and never gave any indication I was paying attention but he followed me to class, the cafeteria and always tried to follow me home and get access to the floor.
I went to the Resident Advisor (an older student that sort of 'watches over' the floor) and told her what happened. She spoke to the RA for his floor and was told that Creep had been telling his own RA that we were best friends and dating. My RA tried to explain that I was uncomfortable, but the other RA believed him and that was that. Thankfully, one thing did deter him, he would never approach me if I was with a group of people, so my floor-mates banded together. If I went to dinner, I went with my floor and if I wanted a drink, or seconds, someone had to come with me. Walking to class and even waiting for the bus was done in a group. He got onto my floor once when someone else was coming home and he forced his foot in the door to let himself in. I was 'hidden' in another room and when he left my door to go and sit in the television lounge to wait for me - I went downstairs and ran around to the other side of the building and got into my room before he noticed.
Then the phone calls began. I never gave him my number, but he somehow obtained my mobile and room phone and at first it would be 1-2 phone calls a day until I told him I wanted him to leave me alone. Then the calls began coming in every hour with him begging and pleading for me to talk to him. Without caller ID, I needed to answer the phone because of school and my part time job. At this point it was November and I was a wreck. I was tired of having to plan out doing simple things like going for food or walking to a bus stop. Stress wasn't helping me recover from my injury and I was losing weight and I just looked... sickly. I went back to the RA and begged her to help me. She went to the head of the dorms and explained everything that happened. I explained how far this had gone and my roommate told them that he had followed her a few times, demanding that she tell him where I was. I felt awful. She never told me this because she was afraid of upsetting me further and I felt like I was an assh*le for putting her through this garbage.
I don't know what went on behind closed doors, from what I guess, he was told to leave me alone and any further contact would result in him being kicked out of the dorms. There was one email where he went insane on me, telling me how awful I was, how could I do this to him? We were so happy together! Surely I was cheating on him with other men. After that, nothing. At first, when I'd see him around campus, I would run to the women's toilets to hide. I'd see him around town or on campus and he'd always just stare at me. Never tried to approach me, never tried to get my attention. Just staring. I used to walk by and try to pretend I didn't notice him staring and I'd try and act like my heart wasn't pounding."
The Subway Stalker
From Redditor /u/oddw0lf:
"A little back story. I'm a 20 year old, short petite female working at Subway, and I can't help but be nice to anyone even if they creep me out. I feel bad usually.
About a year ago we had this guy 35-40 years old who would come in every day for lunch. He was FASCINATED by my stretched ears and few piercings I had on my face and always asked questions. He would sit down after I rang him out and watch me from his table for 2 hours NONSTOP just STARING at me while I helped other customers.
This goes on for about 2 weeks. Every day he would ask for my number saying he has plugs and tunnels he wants to give me and see me wearing them in my ears, and I always politely declined.
One day, I'm alone in the store because my manager had to run to the bank. We were really slow that day so I was just in the back room messing around on my phone. I heard the door chime, looked up, and yet no one was there. Then I saw the man walk past the front of the store really quickly, like he was in a hurry.
The store phone rings.
Me: 'Thanks for calling Subway, how can I help you?'
Him: 'this is the girl with the nice ears right?'
Me: 'umm, yes? Who is this?'
Him: 'Are you alone in the back room right now? Are you working by yourself?'
At this point I really got creeped out and knew it was him. I hung up and texted my manager the situation so she would hurry back.
He called again, this time asking me very weird questions, like what I would do with him in a room with the door locked, if I had a boyfriend, why I was playing hard to get, etc.
My manager gets back and I tell her everything.
In the middle of the lunch rush, he calls AGAIN. This time my manager answers and to this day she never told me what he said, but the look on her face made my spine shiver. She told him if he called again or showed up here she would call the police.
I thought that was the end of it, but alas, I was wrong.
1 week later, I'm clocking out and getting ready to walk to my car parked in the front and when I look outside, I see him standing by my car and looking inside of it.
I was an idiot and left a back door unlocked. I watched him crawl inside, an shut the door. The creep was trying to hide in my f*cking back seat and do god knows what to me when I got in.
My manager locked the front door of our store and called the police. When they arrived they had to pretty much drag him out of my car, and he was arrested. On him was a butcher knife, rope, and a rag with CHLOROFORM on it.
If I hadn't looked up when I did, I would probably be dead right now."
Never Meet Your Neighbors
From an unknown Redditor:
"When I first moved into a new place in a new town, I had left home one evening and accidentally left my garage door open. Texted husband to tell him so he could go home and close it – he gets there and tells me it’s not open. Hmm, that’s strange, but ok. The next day I’m taking my trash out and my neighbor was outside. He introduced himself and told me that the nite before he noticed me leaving and I left my garage door open, so he went inside and closed it, and let himself out through the front door, only locking the doorknob lock. Then he sent me a Facebook friend request. I’m assuming he looked at mail on my counter to find out my full name.
After this he wrote me poems and taped them to my door, left gifts on the front porch, made crazy Facebook posts about a woman he was in love with who was 'forbidden' (I’m married.)
One Saturday nite I came home really late, and I was finishing my cigarette outside of my garage before going in. He was sitting outside in a chair, blistering drunk. He approached me and started talking about someone named George. I had no idea what he was going on about and confused, I asked him if he had company. He walked into the garage and came out with a box, containing George. George was his stepdad, and he was dead. The ashes were in the box.
He caught wind of a trip I was going on via Facebook and invited himself along. I politely explained that I’m married and all of his wacky behavior was unacceptable. A few days later I had gone on a walk with my husband, and we left through the garage, leaving the door open. He messaged me on Facebook and told me he left a gift for me in my garage. When I got back I found a bunch of camping gear inside of a giant Easter egg.
After I got back from the trip he showed up at our door at midnite, drunk, and banging on the door. We moved."