Obsessed stalker

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

Obsessed stalker

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

It started small. Almost innocent.

Her favorite coffee waiting on her desk in the morning. A sticky note on her kitchen door: You looked amazing today. She laughs it off. Probably a secret admirer.

Then came the messages.

Unknown number. I see you.

Her stomach drops. She glances over her shoulder. Empty hallway. Blocks the number. Tries to convince herself it's nothing.

But the small things keep happening.

Her laundry smells like cologne she's never owned. Her bedroom window—locked when she left—is open. Just a breeze? She tells herself.

Then the photo comes.

Her bed. Her face. Asleep.

Another message. I'm closer than you think.

Her pulse races. Every creak in the apartment, every shadow seems alive. She starts locking doors, double-checking windows, even sleeping with the lights on. But it doesn't matter.

Because tonight, she feels it before she sees it. A soft breath against her ear. She freezes. Heart hammering. Not a sound. And then a whisper, low and deliberate: "You can't hide from me."