This one took place several years ago, I don’t quite remember how I met Phil but I’m pretty sure it was through a friend, when I first met him he seemed like quite a gentleman. I had brought friends that I spent alongside of time with to a party with me , soon after I met him I began to notice him everywhere I went id invite a friend to my apartment and he’d be with them . He was much older me about 23 him about 40 . Every party I went to he’d be there pretty soon my friend were telling me that he was always asking if I was going to be at every party or always asking my friends to invite me places, pretty soon he was constantly grabbing and touching me and would ignore me when I would tell him that he was nice but I didn’t think of him that way. Soon he started ragging on my best friend, the fact that I was close and devoted to my close friend who happened to be a guy seemed to infuriated him. Soon I discovered that he tried unsuccessfully to come between us, in an emergency I called him for a ride to meet up with this other friend, next thing I know I wind up at his house where he lived with his mentally challenged sister who was like 30. I go into his house and next thing I know all the doors are locked from the outside, they did this from keeping his mentally challenged sister from wondering outside and getting lost . There ws no house phone only his cell phone and mine was in his car . I was locked in that house for three days trying to communicate with his challenged sister, try to keep cool so that I didn’t anger him one thing I failed to mention is I weigh 120 and this guy had biceps the size of my waist . He kept bad mouthing my friend especially when I asked if he had called because he knew I was with Phil, I found out after word he had been calling constantly he had a feeling Phil was lying then Phil set him up said that I was at this apartment and when he showed up Phil had 6 guys waiting to jump him with baseball bats . I found this out when I asked if I could use his phone to call him and Phil mumbled under his breath that why he got his ass beat , I asked him to repeat him self and blew up I broke a window and demanded he take me to him or I would call the police and have him arrested for kidnapping among other things and his sister would be put away he finally agreed . I thought that was it until I threw a party and he stopped by by chance and when he saw I was living there he didn’t want to leave , even at 6 am when everyone had gone and I was going to sleep I tried to imply that i needed him to go and he said he couldn’t drive it was a big house so I went to the other end of the house next thing I know I was awaken when he attempted to lay with me I freaked out and went into a locked room, I was living with a socially challenged girl and was trying to introduce her to my unusually large circle of friends , when I woke up I found he prayed on this poor girl with low self asteem . Next thing I know he wouldn’t leave everytime I came home he was there, he would sit there and stare while I sun bathed on the trampoline and after a week I moved out and into a motel, and he found me there do I went to live with my sister that only my super close friends know and one day after a month without seeing him he knocked on my sisters door . Fearing for my sister and her kids me and the friend that he held a grudge against because we were close moved on the other side of the country from Cali to virginia and now were married but we still mention how incredibly psychotic Phil was

It all began over spring break of 2011. I was a senior in high school, and I invited three of my friends to go camping with me about two hours away from where we live.

On our way out to the campgrounds, I get a Facebook notification on my phone saying that I have a new message. I check it, and it’s from a guy I’m not friends with (on Facebook nor in real life). We’ll call him L. The message read, “omg you are literally awesome. sorry, i accidentally clicked your page when i was trying to find a friend of mine. but i gotta say, you have ridiculously awesome taste. i wish i knew someone like this in high school ha ha. and cute to boot.”

He sends me another message two hours later that says, “hi sorry if this sounded creepy when i sent this. sorry >_>”

I send a message back because I’m not a rude person, but I just keep it short with a simple, “No biggie! Thanks though.”

He doesn’t stop though. He keeps messaging me, trying to get more information and trying to pry into my personal life. I ignore all of the messages… until I get this one, “Okay, this isn’t me at all. I stumbled upon your page and thought you were really cute and was pretty astounded you liked a lot of the things I do. Sorry for being awkward before this. I just want to ask if you’d like to go on a date with me?”

I’m totally freaked out by this point, especially since he has sent me about ten messages when I’ve only responded to one. Then proceeds to ask me out on a date?

I lie and say, “I’m talking to someone, sorry.”

I decide to check out his profile to see if it’s public, and hooray! It is! I look at his statuses to gauge his psycho-ness, and to my surprise, I find two statuses about me.

The first one read something like, “Found a girl on Facebook who likes a lot of the things I do, asking her out ASAP.”

About four hours later he updates his status to, “Girl I like rejected me. Crying like a bitch.”

Thinking that it would be safe to blog about it on my Tumblr (because it’s harder to find someone’s Tumblr than their Facebook), I blog about it. It’s my personal blog, I post about my life. 

I get another message. “okay. that’s not nice. i was directed to your tumblr and there’s no need to put that in public. first, im gonna admit i messaged you because i was a bit more than just tipsy. i honestly didnt remember a thing until i had to send a PM to someone else on facebook and saw it in my sent inbox and wondered what the heck is this. and yeah, after that it was kinda awkward as heck cause i didnt know what to do. and yeah, i’m not gonna deny that i came on as super creepy and there was probably a way better method to trying to get to talk to you. sorry about that. after that, i was just trying to be friendly and i really did say screw it and just asked you on a date on a whim. the reason i was crying and being all ultra nonsense sad on my facebook was that my last girlfriend, who lived with me for two years, cheated on me. you were the first person i’ve asked after that. sorry about that too. So yeah. I’m just asking very nicely if you could please take that post down and/or get to know me better. I don’t bite. and sorry for giving you the creeps. i feel plenty bad about that.”

He obviously didn’t feel “plenty bad about that” because the messages did not stop. I delete the post, tell him it’s deleted, then try to move on with my life.

I get another message about two days later at four in the morning. A little back story: one of my favorite bands, The Kills (their singer, Alison Mosshart, is also in a band called The Dead Weather with Jack White of The White Stripes), were about to release their new album. L had found out I liked them through my Tumblr and sent me a message asking if he could buy me their new album. I refused, because it’s my favorite band and I want to give them my money and because I was pretty sure he was a psychopath and I didn’t want to meet him in real life.

He sends me ANOTHER message saying something like, “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T ANYBODY TELL ME THAT THE GIRL FROM THE KILLS WAS ALSO THE GIRL FROM THE DEAD WEATHER?????????????? HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS???????”

Then I got nervous because he knew who Alison Mosshart was and she is basically a goddess (long story short) and The Kills were coming to our city within the next few weeks and I was scared that he would end up going. 

I ignore the previous message, then get another. It went something along the lines of, “After I found out Alison was also in The Kills, I had to check out their new album! It’s great, it leaked today! Then I checked their tour schedule and they’re coming here April 19.” (which totally annoyed me because, uh, YEAH, you’ve seen my blog, you know I’m obsessed, I don’t need YOU bringing me information about my favorite band!)

I change my URL after that.

So then the date of The Kills show comes along, and I’m nervous that I’ll see L there. Luckily for me, I didn’t see him and I was able to enjoy my night with my favorite band.

I get home, blog about my perfect night, then go to bed. The next day, I get a message on Tumblr from L saying, “Oh lord, that was you I saw last night.”

At first I was like, “huh?” I go check his blog. He had gone to The Kills. And he had been standing right behind the people who were right behind me. He made a blog post dedicated to me and how I was “so cute the way she sang along to all of the songs. Her red hair was cut short in a pixie cut and she had black framed glasses. Looking back, I wish I had gotten a chance to ask her out but I was too nervous.”

Like, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? 

AND THE STORY DOES NOT END THERE, MY FRIENDS! I go without hearing from him for a while because I ended up sending him a message like, “please stop talking to me, I do not know you.”

About a month later, when I’ve gotten over it all, I get anonymous messages on Tumblr saying things like, “oh you’re so cute I wish you’d be my friend but you hate me.” I ask them to reveal themselves, then I get a message on Facebook from L that says, “It’s me.”

I flip out and tell him to stop messaging me; he replies with, “Why is it so bad only when there’s a face associated with a name?” Trust me, bucko. It’s not your face I have a problem with.

I blocked him on Facebook after that. I changed my avatar and URL on Tumblr, and my friend sent him a message along the lines of, “leave her the fuck alone.”

The Kills came back in January of this year and I went. I didn’t see him. Didn’t get any creepy Tumblr messages. I haven’t heard from him since. 

I’ve never told anybody about this that I was not very close too, but here it goes.

Twice a month, for a couple of years, I went to a book club at my local library. There was a fairly close group, of around 6 that came every meeting, and a couple of us who showed up around every 2 months. One day, our leader, announced that toady we were supposed to have a new member! We were excited, as this was a rare occurence. Then he sat down. There was nothing greatly unusual about him: Average height, blond, kid, with wide eyes. He seemed okay at first, but as our conversation continued,he kept blurting out strange things. Example: One of the members was a huge twilight fan, and was wearing a black shirt with some of the characters on it. After we introduced ourselves, he plopped into the seat next to me, and just said “So, is she a goth, or something?” Right in front of her! Then, to another member who has a slight lisp “What’s wrong with your voice?”   They were stunned at first, but then embarrassedly lowered their head a little and came up with something about needing braces. We laughed it off,and ignored his odd, hyper manner. Later, i was asked to go get a book off the shelves, and he volunteered to come with me. W set off across the library, and he proceedes to plague me with questions about two other members, both female. “Is she like that with everyone? Do you think she hates me?” I tried to assure him nobody hates him, but did mention that his earlier comments had been pretty tactless. He shut up for a while, and the rest of the meeting was fine. Now,A bit of information: I am a bit of a history nerd, especially when it comes to WW2. No particular reason, it just captured my attention. A couple months after he joined, the subject of heritage came up. Mine is..mostly German. He didn’t say anything, but his eyebrows raised when I said it. He knew of my interest from previous convos, and I guess he took that combined with my blood to mean that I was a nazi or something. After we dispersed,(our meeting over) he followed me as went to look for books. He kept coming back to my heritage, and I was pretty weirded out. From that day on, he would not leave me alone about my “German-ness”. The thing that really bothered me was when he asked me how many times I had checked out mein kmpf. Yeah. 

I was barely even able to respond. I stammered out something about that being a completely unacceptable joke, and got the heck away from him. 

Before this (I only found out after the final incident) There had been several reports of him being equally strange to other members: One girl he even followed to the door of the bathroom. Where she had run to get away from him. He was eventually banned from the book club, and later asked not to return to the premises, and he didn’t, I thought I was done, but he had one more thing in store: He spray-painted a swastika on my front door. There was no way to prove it was him, but earlier that day before i got home from school i had gotten a weird text message that said “Marked”. A couple of days before he was expelled from the library he had apparently caught behind  the desk, so I figure he must have gotten my info then.

We couldn’t do anything, since there was no proof it was him, but I changed my numbers that very day, and have heard nothing of him since. ( This was about 3 years ago.)

yeah i agree, that last story… was not stalking

i’m kind of desperate for submissions but i’ll post only the actual stalking from now on. i guess i won’t get to post as many things, but you know what they say, quality over quantity.

sorry about that everybody!

Guten Tag! Back in HS, I took German.   My teacher senior year was…odd.  We’ll call him Herr.  I had him in 8th grade too. The only thing I really remember about him then was that I was doodling in class one day when he suddenly FLIPPED OUT at me, about not paying attention, etc. I was completely freaked out at the random personality change because this guy is really mild-mannered. So as soon as he stopped yelling I shakily started erasing my drawings and he came over really sweetly and told me I didn’t have to erase them. 

Senior year, I thought he’d forgotten me, until he mentioned how I always used to draw in his class. He wasn’t the best teacher, he loved teaching about culture and art more than anything, and so he did a lot of homework assignments with art.  And of course he expected me to really spend time on mine. I’ve been trying to forget HS, so forgive me the timeline might be off, but everything did happen just like this, maybe not in this order though.

We were reading a story about crows and he asked me to draw an illustration for it, and so I did it in my spare time and he absolutely loved it… So much so that he mailed it to this…research…place…dedicated to Germany in NY I think without telling me at all until one day in class he comes over saying. “Oh look they finally got back to you about that drawing I sent” and he shows me how they sent some pins, and cheap stuff like that and a letter in German saying they appreciated my drawing.  I was so angry and freaked out because I did not want my silly little anime drawings to be sent somewhere serious like that. …We read another story and he asked again and I was hoping he’d just drop it but he didn’t, so the day before Christmas break I hid it on his desk and RAN.  I can’t really remember if this was…later that day or the first day back, but he found me in the hallway and talked about how great it was and how he was thinking of framing it, and I was like “OH COOL UM HEY MY FRIEND J REALLY WANTED TO SEE IT” and I grab unsuspecting J who’s just passing by, push him towards Herr and then I ran again.

We have a teacher monitor the lunch line so no one cuts, and he was there one day.  He stares expressionlessly at me and beckons with his pointer finger to come over, so I warily go over because I need to get lunch.  He then opens his hand and there’s a piece of chocolate in it, and he motions for me to take it, so I do and I say thank you nicely and he just stares back.  Not. A. Word. No smile. Nothing. I didn’t eat it.  I gave it to a friend.  After I explained of course.  She was fine.

He was generally creepy at all times, but those were the worst, also going to NY with him for our German trip, and trying desperately to avoid him in the art museum.  He was really upset when I didn’t sign up for the German AP test…none of his students did…wonder why.

ANYWAY.  I’m in my Sophomore year of college now…so it’s been almost 2 years and I thought I was done with him, but OH NO.  My younger sister E has him as her proctor for one of her midterms [she does not take German].  He asks outright before the exam “Who is E?” And then asks if she has a sister named C, who’s an artist, and took German, and he goes on about me.  He then proceeds to talk to her about me while she’s trying to do her exam.  She mentions that I’m going abroad next year which he gets excited about. So he tells her to tell me to email him with all the places I’m going.  She calls me when she gets home yesterday and tells me I better email him because she doesn’t want to see him in the halls and have to explain why I haven’t emailed him.

Just goes to show you, that literally anyone can become obsessed with you and your art. 

My case isn’t that bad, btw.

And this story is long because the details are important; a lot of the things I mention is kind of like red herrings.

So 9th grade, instead of going to the high school practically everyone in my middle school goes to, my best friend and I decided to go to a college-prep school together. She’s an overachiever and so was I so… Why not?

My first day in that high school was the day I encountered A.

We bonded. She sat next to me, cracked up at my lame jokes, found out we both like anime and yaoi. Blah blah blah, drag another person in in the process (call her N), and we became our own group.

Everything’s okay for the first few weeks. And then she started getting really bipolar.

I crack insults as jokes, and everyone knows I’m joking. If they don’t, I always clarified them as jokes. She, no matter how many times I say ‘I was just kidding’ and ‘I’m sorry’, would not talk to me for the rest of the day. And then came back the next day like nothing happened.

After a while of me getting sad over that, I decided, ‘You know what? My fault. Some people are sensitive.’ And I just let her be when she does the ignoring thing. It works for both me and N, who’s not spared either.

One time she asked me and N what our sexual orientation was. N said she was straight, I said I currently don’t know, that perhaps I might be gay or bi rather straight. I was in that phase where I still didn’t know what gender that I liked. A told us she was bisexual. So we learned about each other.

And then one day, she texted me saying that she was thinking killing herself.

I had a project due the next day but I stayed on my cellphone for her, crying the fuck out of my eyes in the bathroom and just trying to ease her into not thinking so. It was resolved at 11 pm, giving me little time to finish my project at all.

The next day, I asked her whether she’s fine. She said yes. I said don’t do that again. She said she wasn’t really gonna do it, was just thinking about it.

I was pissed, but decided to say nothing of the matter, not to her or anyone. Maybe it was my fault I overreacted.

Some time later, she confessed through text that she loves me. Not in a friend way. And my mom’s suspicions (my mom and I talk about A a lot) were confirmed. I probably gave her an ambigious reply because I was shocked that there was actually someone who liked me. But I didn’t accept, nor was there anything that implies I did. We were still friends, we never hung out outside of school, nothing changed.

Then one day, A left our N and I’s presence for a while. Just for an hour-ish. Our awkward silence (A was our ‘connector’ per se) was broken when I told N how A told me she was going to kill herself. I couldn’t help it. But what shocked me was that N nodded and said she knew, and that A told her it was all a joke.

I was infuriated. But I was a wimp so I stayed quiet.

During the summer break before my 10th grade year, I decided over time that since N is moving, I no longer have any reason to stick around A anymore. Thank Christ that I wasn’t assigned to her section either (all students were set into sections and would have all their class with the same students in their sections).

Now so far this story has been about me bitching about A. Here’s where it gets weird.

First, is the fact that we share friends, and when we encounter each other we are surrounded by said shared friends. But for some reason she only hugs me. Repeatedly. Today, she hugged me 7 times in 10 minutes. I counted.

Second. I’m in a workgroup with some people who share the same elective as A. I wasn’t that surprised when they asked me if A truly had a crush on me on 9th grade (I replied ‘apparently. But I think she doesn’t actually like me and is just searching for attention.’). But I was DEFINITELY surprised when they told me A drew pictures of me.

And even more surprised when I asked them today what kind of pictures, and they answered naked ones. Draw-me-like-one-of-your-French-girls ones.

Cue the horrified looks at the rest of my workgroup’s faces (who were there listening). That includes me.

I remember her once telling me the only reason why she tried to become friends with me was because I looked Japanese. And N because N’s Asian. And I can assure you A freaking loves Asians. And ONLY Asians. Asian guy pass by, her head fucking twists like an owl with the speed of a F1 car wheel.

I don’t know about you guys, but if you guys think I’m being rather calm about this, I’m thinking the same thing. And laughing hysterically at how on the contrary, I’m fucking creeped out on the inside.

Tomorrow I’m going to beg my teachers not to make me go to the same elective as A.

This isn’t even close to nearly as bad as some of the stories here, but it kinda freaked me out nonetheless.

I was going to see a movie with a friend of mine. It wasn’t going to start for a while, so we decided to get some coffee at a place nearby.

After we ordered and sat down, a man came in and sat down at a table near us. He looked about 50 or so. I caught him looking at me, but I figured he was just looking around and didn’t think anything of it.

My friend and I stayed and chatted for about half an hour, and every time I looked in the direction of the man, he was staring straight at me. 

When we left the cafe, my friend asked me about the man- it wasn’t just me, she had noticed it as well. We laughed it off and she pretty much forgot about it since then, but it still creeps me out a little.

While this isn’t exactly a horror story, it feels quite like the fake out you see in horror movies before the actual killer appears. 

You see, when I first found out about this blog, I had to read EVERYTHING about it. It didn’t take long for me to read about the OC(original character) posts, mostly those of commissions of the most unusual and disturbing things. With most of them having to do with characters that are young, it didn’t take too long for me to think about my own characters, who were young, and to my best effort, adorable. 

It took me a while to finish reading all of this wonderful blog, so I decided to check my messages on all the websites I belong to, one of them being Deviantart. And as soon as I loaded it up, there was a note. Now, not too long ago my friend had did a commission of a character of mine, called Eve (I’ll post a link here: http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l310/BaneTK/Eve%20Mayley/commission___eve_by_sabasse-d3tu5yg.png for reference). She had re-uploaded the picture the same day that I read this blog, and that same day, while checking my messages, I see a note called: “Eve;”

Honestly, I was terrified. What if my character had fallen to some similar fate as to the ones commented on here? It had one of those typos that really suggested that a disturbed person was behind it. Why would it be named after my character too? I was hesitate to look, my palms shaking and my body cold.

I open it up, and, well, honestly the content of the note was no where as bad as feared, thankfully, but it was still kind of creepy:
”Sometimes, the artwork is what is appreciated most on communities like DeviantArt. It’s forgotten that the character depicted within the piece or just the concept was another’s.

I would like to thank you for this piece.

Even though you weren’t the artist, you funded the piece and perhaps was the genius behind the idea. That’s something worth more than a few kudos.

I would love to work with you on a future piece. As a commission artist, myself, I would love to have one of your character/ideas within my gallery. I hope to work with you on future piece!

My commission info:”

Thankfully, it does seem to be just a poor attempt to get me to commission them. However, their gallery had me terrified of what reply they may have had when I responded with a note thanking them on their comment and offer. 

Their gallery had quite a bit of nudity, and it seemed like quite a few of their commissions were fetish related, with a few things of bondage and sex. Their personal work was less like that, but it still had a lot of sexual situations. Thankfully, all of them were legal age(by US standards), at least for their personal work, so I at least had the assumption that he did not have any ideas for my characters to be in any situation like that.

In the end, I never got a response from the note I sent, so I am grateful it didn’t turn out like anything here.  Still, I checked back a few times in the gallery, just to be sure they didn’t do anything. It’s times like that I’m glad I’m not well known.

I’ve had a few creepy stories of my own, although not as severe as some of the others…

So back in elementary school there was this kid who didn’t have too many friends, but since I’m sorta nerdy it was nice to hang out with someone who i could relate to. Lets call him D. He was really nice and such, I even went over to his house once in 6th grade and he seemed normal. However, stuff began to change. He started trying to get me away from my other friends and make me notice him more. I would catch him staring at me in the hallways, and not in the normal ‘oh I have a little crush’ way. It was downright creepy. He started insulting my friends and made rude comments about them and how I should get better ones, even though he didn’t even talk to any of them. So middle school came along, and we didn’t see each other for a long time. It was a big relief to get him off my back.

Then another came along. I never even learned his name. He was playing a DS on the bus so i commented on it. I guess he took that as a sign or something because he would not stop talking to me. I politely tried to tell him to leave me and my friend alone, but he didn’t get the hint. He would sit in the seat behind us and try to make creepy comments to me and my friend. I started to dread getting on the bus at that point because it was downright embarrassing. Eventually he tried to ask me out, but i tried to nicely decline. Then he started stalking the friend I talked to on the bus and asking for info on us, like what classes we had and when. I would catch him staring at me in hallways and following me around. Eventually i stopped seeing him and I’m pretty sure he moved.

Later that year, along came Z. my school had an anime club and we quickly became pretty good friends, me trying to help him with art, him recommending good animes to me, ect. Well, we starting texting and he friended me on DA and made accounts for a LOT of sites i had accounts on, even if I didn’t tell him my username (i generally use the same one for each site :|). Well, then he started getting creepy. He refused to stop texting me, started flirting with me nonstop and in really inappropriate ways. He would constantly send me messages on my dA and other sites, and even went as far as sending me creepy poems. He even invited me to his birthday party, which I had to decline. He started getting possessive of me and even commented on how he’s usually nervous around girls and how I was the prettiest/nicest girl he’s met. I stopped texting him, I blocked him, but he still wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept texting me for MONTHS afterwards; luckily I had to get a new phone and simcard when I lost my old one. There was this one time he REALLY creped me out. I didn’t know but usually I passed his homeroom everyday first thing in the morning to get to my locker. One day I took a different route. Apparently he was in the same club as one of my guy friends and kept bugging him about if I was at school or not. Well, then he started insulting my friend and told him to back off and that I was his, even though my friend already HAD a girlfriend. At that point my friend forced me to let me come to the Anime club to make sure I was okay and protect me. The school year ended, and I haven’t heard from him since.

Now D is trying to talk to me again, and I’m not sure what to do!! I hate this so much because I feel so bad for avoiding them but I have no clue how else to deal with it!! It’s been stressing me out for the past… 5 years? I just don’t want to hurt them, even if they do creep me out!

I started my first year of college in fall of 2011. I made friends will most of my hallmates right away. The guy in the room next to me was particularly friendly. Him and I were both into the same kind of video games. We decided to play a certain game together as a hall (it was the designated “gamer hall”). It was really fun. One night, us being typical college kids, we had some beer. I drank about 2 cans (which is enough to affect me quite a bit, I’m a lightweight) and this guy had about half a beer. He’s kinda large, so half of a beer wouldn’t affect him at all.

That night, he started hitting on me. At first I though he was a nice enough guy, so I accepted the positive attention.

Then it started to get annoying. And creepy.

He asked me out. Because I had just gotten out of a relationship (and was totally not into him that way) I declined.

That didn’t stop him, oh nooo it didn’t.

He proceeded to bang on my wall every night (we were in rooms right next to each other). He would text me asking “Do you hear me knocking?”

He would wait outside my door whenever I was in my room, constantly knocking and asking when we could hang out.

Like. Every. 30. Minutes.

I told him I wanted some alone time, but that didn’t stop him at all. He followed me EVERYWHERE. He doesn’t have a facebook, but made a fake one so he could creep on my page! He claimed that it was “checking my facebook privacy levels”. What a load of bull.

It only got worse.

Some friends and I were in his room. We were sitting on his bed, of course he insisted that I sit next to him. He kept grabbing me, “putting me in a headlock” (he was really feeling me up). He lied down in my lap and looked up at me with a creepy smile.

The next day, he had a flyswatter (he had some bugs in his room. He walked up to me and SLAPPED MY ASS WITH THE FLYSWATTER. I told him, many times by that point, that I don’t like it when he touches me inappropriately. He just laughed at me. I locked my self in my room, out of anger.

Then he got his little friends in a circle outside my door. He loudly started talking about me “she never leaves her room!” He made it seem like I was some bitchy shut in, when really, I was hiding from him. I was afraid to even use the bathroom at this point.

Eventually I reported him for sexual harassment. Good riddance.

Even after I reported him, when I got involved with a different guy, the creeper FLIPPED HIS SHIT. He sent me about 10 super long messages about how “hurt” he was boo hoo. How I “was just another pawn in his sad chess game of life”. He was trying to manipulate me so that I felt sorry for him.

For a while, we wouldn’t talk. He eventually apologized, but he still goes out of his way to make rude comments at me.

This happened months ago, and one week ago, he called me an attention whore.

Because he is still all butthurt that I wouldn’t go out with a sorry creep like him.

No wonder he’s never had a girlfriend/ never been kissed.