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.
When Stalking Becomes Verbal Abuse
From Redditor /u/singularpotato:
An ex-boyfriend who I dated for a grand total of three weeks... got really attached in those three weeks, and told me he loved me after we had sex - I told him I was flattered, but didn't reciprocate. I decided to break up with him soon afterwards, because he was way too intense. I told him this, and then the abuse began. He began texting, calling and Facebook messaging me incessantly. It varied wildly what he'd say - begging for me to come back/come over for sex, graphically detailing how he hoped I would die, telling me what a slut I am etc etc. I blocked him from my phone and on Facebook and Snapchat after he ignored my request to stop contacting me. He began messaging me through the accounts of mutual friends (without their permission I later found out), and leaving me about ten voicemails a day. He even got hold of my work e-mail which I never gave him and sending me long paragraphs in which he would bounce wildly between lamenting his love for me, diagnosing me with various mental illnesses which was everything from Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Anxiety, MPD and Asperger's Syndrome. It was a new one each time. He dragged up the one time we had sex into this too, and telling me that I was broken because why would I not want to be with him? I ended up getting a new e-mail to use at work because it turns out you can't block someone from emailing you. I once again sent a single line in a reply, it just said 'stop contacting me.' He wasn't done there.
He had previously been text messaging me, which he was blocked from doing. He found out that my MacBook can receive iMessages from his iPod touch using my personal e-mail address, which he did have. So here come the iMessages, mostly d*ck pics he found on 4chan while calling me a slut and a whore, and taking screenshots and posting my angry and distressed replies to his friends group chat (screenshots of this group chat got sent to me, thankfully the mutual friend in that chat was actually sticking up for me, everyone else was telling him to try and have hate sex with me). I ended up turning off the iMessage function on my Mac altogether so he couldn't do it any more. Again, I asked him to stop contacting me, this time threatening legal action to stop it, which he allegedly though was hilarious.
I ended up going to the police and they gave him a call, telling him that they knew what was going on and that stalking charges would be pressed if he kept going. They told me to text him in front of them and tell him the call was coming. His reply made me angry beyond all reason - it said 'stop contacting me now, bitch. I've had my fun.' I didn't reply under instructions from the police, but I went home and threw things around in anger for about ten minutes. I haven't heard from him since, on the bright side.
The Voice On The Phone
From Redditor /u/ringob82:
August 2001 Like most freshman, I live in the dorms at a state party school... A good buddy from military school, Bill, went to same college and lived a few floors below in the same dorm as me... For the most part, the first month or so of college was... normal. I went to most of my classes, partied just about every night, chased girls around, and that was enough for the moment. But things began to change one night sometime in mid-September, and college for me would never be 'normal' again.
My dorm phone... rings in the middle of the night - 'hello?' On the other end, I can only really describe the voice as the kind you picture when you think about a computer talking. Kinda like the early model car GPS's. 'Hi-Gary-how-are-you-today' Not fully awake, I'm just confused at this point. 'Who is this?' He repeats 'Hi-Gary-how-are-you-today.' It becomes clear I'm being f'd with, so I hang up and chuckle - f'ing Bill, nice one - I pass back out.
I end up forgetting about the call for a few days and never mention mention to Bill or anyone else. About a week later, I get another call around the same time of night. 'Hi-Gary-I'm-watching-you.' Nice, very cliche. 'Seriously Bill, how are you not knee deep in everclear or a Tri Delt at this hour? Enough already, Kade (roommate) is going to start getting pissed.' I hang up.
I casually confront my oh-so-clever amigo at breakfast the next morning... He gives a genuinely confused response. Whatever. So a couple days after 2nd call I come home and see I had multiple messages on my answering machine. WTF I barely knew that thing even worked. It's computer-voice guy (CVG).
Message 1: (my machine cuts off first 1-2 seconds of message, which tells me it's a bot set to play message upon answer. 'Hi-Gary-I'm-watching-you'
Message 2: 'I-thought-I-asked-you-to-answer-my-calls-Gary'
Message 3: 'Where-might-Gary-be-on-a-Tuesday-night'...
The calls start coming more frequently over the next couple months, starting at once a week, then to once every 2-3 days, up to EVERY DAY by Christmas break...
Uneventful break, and back to school determined to become a new man... First night back, I get my first Spring semester call from CVG. 'How-is-your-family-in-Cypres' (hometown suburb). Okay, now this is f***ing BS man...
Calls become threatening, and downright dark.
'I'm-very-interested-Gary-in-being-close-to-you'...'I-have-tools-I-can-bring' ...'It-is-going-to-all-be-over-soon.' One day I bring Bill and all my other buddies up to hear the messages (never deleted a single one for some reason)... The guys are in shock...
Around March... The calls were coming in no fewer that 10 or 15 every single day. Seriously... But I finally get the message I'd been waiting for... the day, time, location are set 'We-will-meet-in-front-of-Coleman-Hall-at-midnight-Wednesday-27-April-and-we-will-take-our-friendship-to-the-next-level'...
My home team crowd steadily built up throughout the afternoon and evening... I'm left with about a 15-20 member platoon. I had decided earlier that I was not going to allow all these knuckleheads to shadow me, but I could definitely use them in case of emergency. I didn't want to risk him spooking out of the meet. So I let them know they will need to stay inside the doors of the common area while I walk out to the meeting spot...
About 100 paces out from my spot, I observe 2 things at the same time. 1) some kind of small quick movement in front of the patio walkway that goes all the way around the building, and 2) the movement was in a spot along the walkway where the only normally uber-bright bulb is out. I'm not exactly sure exactly how i was able to see him, but I suddenly realize someone is crouched behind one of the contiguous cookie-cutter bushes outside the patio perimeter against one of the building pillars. In dark clothes and hoodie, he is a few feet off from the path where I'm supposed to meet him, and positioned to where I really should not have been able to see him, given the pillar blocking any shadow plus the burnt out (I later found out smashed) light. In fact, I could have easily walked all the way to the door without ever have noticed someone down there. NOPE.
I sorta jump mid-step as this happens, and I see him raise up a little thinking I might have seen him. I see him raise up and take a step toward me, and fight or flight hits... Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm in a dead sprint toward this MF, who I'm guessing sees what I can't yet, which is my platoon busting through the glass doors in hot pursuit. Creepster nopes the f out of there, running on the patio alongside Coleman Hall toward the parking lot... I realize I'm moving fast enough to catch him, but everyone else is really far behind. I also realize I'm moving so fast I won't be protected as I turn hard right at the corner of the building. If he stops there, I'm toast. As I turn the corner, I see the van sitting alone in the parking lot in front of me. It's running and brake lights flicker on then off -- Park into Drive -- and begins inching forward toward the exit. Homeslice is of course heading for the van, which for some reason sent this whole new level of fear into me. This is it - this is really happening, and I'm going to get fxxxing murdered tonight. But I can't stop, something keeps me moving forward. I guess I'd come this far, dealt with this crazy bs for almost a full year now, completely unable to do anything other than try to ignore it...
If I could get close enough to dive-tackle, I would still be on my own to deal with the creepster, his driver, and now I realize there's a 3rd one that was manning the sliding side door. AWESOME. I don't care how bad*ss you think you are when you're a 19-year old jock, your chances of taking down 3 grown men that are already violent criminals and prepared to victimize are about 1 in not-gonna-fxxxin-happen-buddy.
My turn is wide and slow due to being full-on sprint, and I lose ground. I'm probably 20 yards from the lot when he does a flying leap into the side of the van. There couldn't have been any rows of seats for a leap like that. Creepster #3 slams sliding door shut as van peels out of the parking lot, bangs a right, and gone in an instant...
We finally start walking back, and I'm reliving the scene as we retrace our steps. As we get closer to the original meeting spot, I see something that scares me more than anything else in the entire equation has up to this point. On the opposite side of the pillar where Creepy McCreeperson was crouching, there's a video camera sitting on a stand pointed right at the spot I would have been standing at when I should have not been able to notice him. It's still recording.
She Was Obsessed
From Redditor /u/billow2112:
A couple years back when I was in college I was the victim of a long term stalker... I am a male, 20 at the time.
It started out fairly innocuous, on Valentine’s day I started to receive 'secret admirer' type text messages from an unknown number. I assumed it was a friend of mine playing a joke as I was in a room with a handful of tech savvy people at the time. I tried to gauge their reactions and asked if anyone was messing with me. They all denied it, and I believed them (they’re pretty bad liars). It was further confirmed that it was none of them when I got a phone call from the number, a voice on the other end said 'Is this ____?' (my name). I replied 'Yes, who is this?' hoping I could identify the voice. At that point they hung up and resumed texting...
Things started to get weird when the person began asking pretty personal questions including repeatedly asking 'Are you doing something tonight?' to which I replied 'Yes' (I was working), but they kept insisting we should meet up. On top of all this I was getting various images sent to me from a separate email: '(username)@textnow.me.' This confirmed it wasn’t a real number, and I now had a username to connect to the person.
I don’t know if it was their intention, but I actually enjoy trying to figure out sh*t like this and took it upon myself to expose this person without giving away anything about myself. So I kept it up, I texted them back for awhile and dug more and more information about the person, compiling it into a profile and eliminating possibilities. Unfortunately this just encouraged them, as they insisted I send pictures 'Take Pics,' 'Pics add to the convo,' etc. Then they sent a weird one.
A white lacy dress hanging in their closet with the accompanying text:
'My wedding dress for when I marry you' (various heart and love emojis)...
They continued to pry about where I was going to be that evening, and I still refused to give details. Then they dropped where they were going to be, a party on campus that night. I couldn’t go regardless, I was working...
Then I got another bombshell. They asked if I lived in apartment 68, which I did...
I recognized the style of apartment they were in based on a picture from earlier, so I decided I’d throw a curveball. 'You live in (this complex) right?'
'What??' 'How do you know?'
Me: 'I recognized your door'
All the sh*tty apartments had the same color door frame, which was visible in the edge of a picture they sent. The conversation kind of fizzled out here, I didn’t go to that party, and didn’t get any more texts...
Fast forward to October, the following school year, I was a senior and busy as f*ck. One evening I got a text from an unknown number.
'Is this ___?' (my full name)
So I played dumb, pretended like I wasn’t freaking out that after many months this person was contacting me again and I still hadn’t figured out who it was. These questions were instantly more personal and really weirded me out.
'Don’t ruin the fun, not knowing who I am is part of the mystery' 'I won’t tell you who I am, not now, too much to lose' 'I don’t want you to know' 'Not because I’m being cruel' 'It’s just better if you didn’t know'...
I’m pretty tired of this sh*t, and trying to work but I do want to see if I can pick out any more details so I’m doing the bare minimum to keep this going...
This is December, the end of the semester... they proceeded to call me multiple times, I denied every call but they kept coming. I think there were 14 calls that night... I turned my phone off.
The following week I was in the class I TA’d. Students were presenting their final work on the projector and I had queued multiple tabs on the projection computer. Two different students had work on Google Drive. When the second student logged in to their account they didn’t open a private window so it logged out the first student... I saw this happen, but the first student wasn’t in the room so when she came back I asked her to re-login.
We were both standing in the projection booth, she was at one end on the computer and I was messing with the sound system on the other side, but happened to turn and look at the projector screen when she was logging in to Google. This hit me like a ton of bricks. The username she logged in with was the same username as the TextNow account that had been sending me photos. I quickly turned away and pretended to be busy with something until she finished opening her work. I thanked her and she left the booth without realizing her mistake. I tried to play it cool but inside I was going crazy for the rest of the class.
After almost a year I knew who it was. She finally slipped up, and honestly I was much more scared now than I had ever been. This person had a history of being pretty creepy around my friends, and although she had never personally interacted with me outside of class, all my friends had strange experiences...
I made a meeting with a counselor who seemed to really care and offered to look into it. A couple weeks later emailed me saying 'This student is going abroad next semester so we’re not going to do anything' I insisted that at least something temporary be put into place... They didn’t do anything, but what did I expect. This school is pretty notorious for not giving a sh*t.
I didn’t run into her again, she hasn’t texted me... So for the time being, that is where the story ends.
Internet Pen Pals
From Redditor /u/hydebehindchainsaws:
I've had a couple of stalkers. The one that freaked me out the most was in another country, and we never met.
We met on a website for penpals. He lived in another country. Our conversations were great. He developed feelings really, really fast. I liked him very much in the beginning. Our relationship became sexual in nature, we made plans to meet, etc.
I was concerned with some things I considered red flags, confirmed by my friends and family. I decided to back off a bit. He didn't like that at all. I was super beta, trying to keep the peace without hurting/losing my friend. I started lying to him, out of fear. He'd interrogate me for hours about where I was going, who I was with. If I went to a party he'd both ask if I slept with anyone and then say he'd kind of hoped I had so I could tell him how the sex was. It was getting to be too much. I was no longer interested in him romantically or sexually, but I would still engage with him sexually because I was afraid of him.
In the meantime I met and fell in love with my current SO, who is absolutely wonderful. Stalker was obsessed with everything about our budding relationship and wouldn't leave me be.
I realized finally that Stalker made me feel disgusting and that I should not be involved with someone who I was afraid of and disgusted by. I told him I didn't want to hear from him ever again. He ignored me. My SO contacted him and told him to leave me alone. He tried to interrogate my SO about the nature of our relationship, but SO shut him down.
I blocked him on everything. I realized that he was still reading my blog, so I deleted the whole thing. He made new email accounts and Facebook accounts constantly. He relentlessly googled me and my SO, to the point that our names were amongst the top searches on multiple search engines.
When he elicited no response, he started sending my SO screen shots of times we had been sexual. I was mortified, but since I had been 100% honest with my SO, it didn't break us up. My SO was obviously incensed and disgusted. We never responded to anything he sent.
To my knowledge he still creeps on us, but after that everything mostly stopped. I know he's thousands of miles away, and I've had stalkers who were in my immediate area, but he still scares me the most.