Horror Stories - 3 Very Scary TRUE Stalker Horror Stories

Episode Date: April 2, 2025

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Hello everyone and welcome back to horror stories. I know many of you use these episodes to fall asleep, so before you drift off, I'd love it if you could leave a comment letting me know where you're listening from around the world. Also, don't forget to like and subscribe if you're enjoying the episodes. Story 1, when I was 22, I started dating a guy I met on a dating app. His name was Hunter, and we went on about four dates over a little more than a month. At first, everything seemed fine. Our first date was quick, just a coffee that left.

lasted less than an hour, more of a screening process to make sure he seemed normal. Our second date was at a nearby bar for a few drinks. We both had something and had a good time. Our third date was dinner, and that's when I started to question things, wondering if we really clicked personality-wise, or if there was just something about him that felt a little off. The date ended with a kiss, our first and only. So I convinced myself that because I had allowed the kiss, things must have gone. okay. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, on our fourth and final date, that we went out

for drinks again. This time, however, I went in with a less enthusiastic mindset and paid more attention to certain quirks in his behavior that seemed a bit unusual. It's hard to explain, but some of his mannerisms gave off a slightly antisocial and creepy vibe. Also, he started drinking too much that night and got very touchy at the bar, trying to kiss me several times. I'm not a fan of public displays of affection, especially not in a bar with people around. I politely rejected his advances, and after a few minutes I mentioned that I was tired, clearly implying we should leave. He asked for the check, paid, and then we grabbed our coats and left. As we were walking to our cars, he stopped me and very directly asked if we could go home together.

I told him no, that I was tired and had work the next day, which was a lie. even though he insisted saying he could drive me to work in the morning, I thought it was absurd, drunk or not. I also didn't like the idea of him driving home drunk. At that moment I decided I wasn't going to see him again. I walked to my car in the parking lot across the street and started to drive home slowly since I had a couple of drinks. I wasn't drunk, but I was still being very cautious.

I was also very aware of my surroundings, looking out for cops, which might be the reason I noticed the same car behind me after I had made at least three turns. At a stoplight, I realized it looked like Hunter's car. I texted him asking if he was following me. He responded pretty quickly saying yes, that he just wanted to make sure I got home safe. I tried calling him, but he didn't answer. This was really strange and frankly creepy. I pulled over and texted him to stop following me that I was fine.

He stopped in the middle of the road for a second. I guess to read my message and then drove off. He didn't respond again until I got home and was already in bed. He sent the following. Hope I didn't scare you tonight. Sorry for drinking so much. Maybe next time we could do something more chill, like dinner at my place or something.

I didn't reply, so the next morning he followed up with, Oh, so the good vibes are gone? I decided to wait a bit before responding. Less than two hours later, he sent a while. question mark, so I decided to reply before things escalated. I said, hey, it was nice getting to know you, but I don't think our personalities really click. Also, I really want to focus on myself right now. Hope you understand. After that, the angry text started coming in. The worst one was, no, I don't understand. You made me waste my time on four dates just to say that. How about you

pay me back half of what I spent on you. There were a few more angry messages that included personal info, so I'd rather not include them, but they were enough for me to decide to block him. I thought that would be the end of it, but then I started receiving calls from unknown numbers non-stop. I ignored them all, until eventually he seemed to get the message and stopped.

The next day when my parents weren't home, I got back from work and found a bouquet of flowers on the doorstep along with a card. The card was an apology from Hunter, asking for a second chance. Somehow he knew where I lived. That disturbed me. In his mind, he must have thought this would come off as charming or sweet, when in reality it was extremely alarming. I sent him a long and firm message asking him to please not contact me again

and to never come to my house again, or I would file a restraining order. I kept his number blocked so I didn't see his response. I thought things were finally over, but I couldn't. have been more wrong. Not long after that, one night I was home alone. My parents' house is big and my room was in the attic, which means it was at the very top of the house. I woke up in the middle of the night to something I wasn't sure I actually heard, but I felt like I was hearing noises coming from downstairs. I tried to listen carefully and then heard what was clearly the sound of a door opening from outside my room, one of the upstairs doors. No one was supposed to be home

that night. Even in my half-asleep confusion, I immediately thought of an intruder. I slid out of bed onto the floor and crawled under the bed before calling 911. I texted everyone in my family asking who was home. I heard some faint noises coming from somewhere in the house, from one of the other rooms, and then my bedroom door opened and footsteps came up the carpeted stairs. After they reached the top step, there was silence. The whole room was carpeted so I couldn't hear any. potential movement. Then I heard the drawers next to my bed being opened. I covered my mouth with my hands to hide my breathing. I could feel my heart racing. I heard a man's voice say, damn it, quietly. At that point I thought, wait, that could have sounded like Hunter's voice.

Still, I didn't move and just prayed that my phone wouldn't get any notifications. Now I heard more sounds of rummaging. He was going through everything on my dresser. Then I heard, heard and felt the bed move as he sat on it. I looked at the outline of two shoes through the bed skirt. Even in the dark they were visible. I don't know what he was doing on the bed, but he stayed sitting there for more than two or three minutes before getting up, and I heard him quietly say, fucking shit. I heard all the drawers close and then the footsteps moved down the stairs. The door closed, and then the sound of more steps heading down the main staircase to the living room. I called 911 again and still whispered into the phone for safety.

I stayed on the line and under the bed for 10 to 15 minutes until one of the police officers arrived and I went down to meet him at the front door. Even that was tense. After I let him in, I told him everything I hadn't already said on the phone. He did a walkthrough of the house and during that another officer arrived, this time a woman who also helped with the search. It turned out that all the windows were unlocked and one of them, the one in the dining room was big enough for someone to crawl through,

although I don't think anyone would ever imagine someone going through the bushes in front of that window and then crawling through it. I gave a verbal statement about everything. They gave me a report number, and then they left. When my parents came home the next day, they already knew everything from my texts and phone calls with them. We went to the police station with my report number and gave as much information as we could, like screenshots of text messages, including him admitting he was following me home. They said they would investigate, although without solid proof he was in the house, it was complicated. I think the case lost strength when I didn't have any real evidence of anything.

However, I did manage to get a restraining order against him, and they advised me never to accuse him of breaking in or to contact him again. Fortunately, he didn't contact me again, but from that moment until I moved out of my parents' house. I always felt uneasy thinking you might be lurking outside. Even today, I sometimes fear he might figure out where I live now. Story two, I was in sixth grade when this happened. It all started during Halloween week, when I stayed after school to help decorate a haunted house for my school's Halloween carnival. I often stayed behind playing with some of my friends while we were rewarded with pizza for helping decorate. Along with my friends, there was also another boy who

stayed late. I'll call him Chris. We got along the whole time we were together after school, and he never gave me any reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was genuinely a funny and cool guy, but fast forward two weeks, and I was suddenly approached by a group of girls from my grade, all excited and with huge smiles on their faces. I asked what was going on, and they told me I had a secret admirer who would be texting me that night. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited or at curious about it. That night, just as I was about to go to sleep, I received a notification on Messenger. The only app I had at the time, which I always used to communicate with my parents when I was home alone. The message was from Chris. I had completely forgotten I added him on

Facebook on Halloween. I opened the message and it said, Maya, I need to talk to you. Worried, I responded quickly. Yeah, what's up? Everything okay? To this day, I wish I hadn't responded. The typing bubbles appeared and stayed there for a good two minutes, meaning he was still writing. It felt like an eternity until his message finally came through. I didn't expect what came next. In a long paragraph, he confessed his love for me

and how I had been driving him crazy since Halloween. He also went on to explain how he had tried to impress me during recess and with his soccer skills, but that I never seemed to notice. He said he was tired of being ignored and ended with I want you to notice me So I guess what I'm trying to say is Do you want to be my girlfriend? I cringed at every word

I stared at the message for a long time thinking What the heck I barely know this kid and we've drifted apart for a while now I tried to find a way to let him down gently Because I didn't want to hurt his feelings I told him I didn't like him that way And just wanted to be friends I could tell immediately that he didn't like that answer.

He kept asking me why, and I had to come up with a reason each time until eventually he stopped replying. The next morning was a nightmare for me. Some of his friends came up to me saying Chris wanted to kiss me, which he had told the entire grade, and that he would do it even if it meant cornering me. Taking that as a threat, I decided to tell my teacher. She told me to stay inside during recess and lunch, and that if he came too close, I should run back to the classroom. That wasn't enough for me.

I reported it to the principal who said he would do something right away, and that gave me a bit of relief. I should mention that I lived directly across the street from my school, and everyone knew it, including Chris, which brings me to what happened next. Later that week, I was walking home from school. I hadn't been inside my house for more than two minutes when I heard someone knock on my front door.

I looked out the window just in time to see someone crouching behind a parked car across the street. It had to be Chris. He must have been following me. My mom opened the door to find a piece of paper on the ground, and, unsurprisingly, it was addressed to me. I read the note out loud, and it said there was a surprise waiting for me under the Cadillac in our driveway, which at the time belonged to my brother. My mom went to check only to find nothing. but it was after that day that my brother's Cadillac stopped working.

I still have no idea what Chris did to the car, but my brother was forced to sell it. Unfortunately, my nightmare didn't end there. I was constantly being harassed by Chris's friends, telling me to give him a chance and that he would treat me right. There was even a moment when I caught Chris taking a photo of me while I was walking home, and the only reason I noticed was because I barely heard the sound of an iPhone camera behind me. who knows how many photos of me he had on his phone. Every morning I would wake up to a message from him saying something like, Can't wait to see you at school, or I bet you'll look beautiful today.

The harassment and stalking kept getting worse, and it made me fear for my safety, especially now that he knew where I lived. Finally, I got called into the counselor's office, and I felt relieved hoping they were going to tell me Chris was in trouble, or that the police would be involved. Instead, what I heard was worse. The counselor proceeded to tell me that boys will be boys, that they do crazy things when they're in love, and that I shouldn't be upset about it.

She told me I should feel flattered that this kind of thing was bound to happen, and the only thing I could do was accept it and learn from it. At the time, I didn't see the problem with her words because I genuinely believed what she was saying. But looking back now, it was a crazy and disturbing thing to say to a sixth-grade girl who was being sexually harassed and feared for her safety almost every day. That afternoon I came home from school and told my mom everything, and she was rightfully furious. I was called into the principal's office again that same week, this time with my mom present. I very clearly remember

my mom telling the counselor and principal, what are you waiting for, for something bad to happen before you do something? She went on to ask why it was taking so long to act. Both of them sat silence. My mom ended up threatening the counselor, telling her never to speak to me again unless she was present. But unfortunately, I don't believe the school ever punished Chris, which still makes me angry to this day. He basically got away with everything. It didn't end there. One night during the weekend, when my parents had gone out shopping, I was about to go to bed after watching a YouTube video on my iPad when I heard something at my window. Now I'm on the second floor, so this was especially strange. The only thing that usually hits my window is birds accidentally flying into it. I sat up

listening closely and then it happened again. It sounded like someone had thrown something at the glass, and then it happened again and again. They were consistent taps and I was starting to get scared. I finally got the courage to get out of bed and see what it was. My heart sank into my stomach when I opened the curtain and looked down to see Chris holding a handful of rocks, looking up at my window. Somehow he had figured out which one was mine. He was about to throw another when he realized I was looking at him. I could faintly see that he was saying something, but I didn't stick around to find out what. I remember going to check if every window and door was locked. Thankfully everything was. When I got back to my room, I received four messages from Chris. Why'd you leave?

I just want to talk. I'm sorry. All I wanted was a kiss. Story 3, I want to stay as anonymous as possible with this. It was a very serious event that left me with PTSD and unfortunately marked me forever. I've changed all the names and locations in the story to ensure it can't be traced back to me.

I've been a very reserved person for most of my life. This started at a very young age. Even in my early school years, teachers would tell my parents that I had antisocial behavior issues. They included me in 20-minute special classes focused on speech and behavior during elementary school. At the time, I didn't understand why they were taking me to those classes while the rest of my classmates stayed in the classroom. It was in high school when I started to feel the weight of the social hell that school can be. Kids started forming friend groups, and that only got worse once I entered college. I never had any

learning problems or anything like that, just social difficulties that have improved over time. Still, I consider myself introverted and a bit socially awkward. Despite that, I've managed to form close friendships, and I'm very thankful for that. Now let's talk about girls. Obviously, being someone so closed off socially complicates things a lot with women, without going into too many graphic details. I'll just say I lost my virginity at 21, which I consider a bit late. By 23, I had already moved out of my parents' house. I'd been working for a couple of years at a well-paid job in my professional field and was able to buy a townhouse in my hometown.

It was a two-story spacious and pretty nice place. Having a house like that at that age was impressive. Even though I don't live there anymore, it was a big step at the time. One day, using Tinder, I matched with a very attractive girl I'll call Emily. We went out to dinner at a nearby restaurant. during the date I felt very insecure, thinking she was judging me or that I was acting weird. By the end of the night, I thought she wouldn't want to see me again. However, when I was already lying in bed, she messaged me saying she really liked me and had fun.

I was beyond excited. We started going out more. We had a second, third, and fourth date. And honestly, everything was going great once I managed to calm my mind. We became boyfriend and girlfriend quickly. but as usual the honeymoon phase didn't last forever. When you start a relationship, it feels incredibly exciting to get a message or call from that person. You crave that mutual attention.

But little by little, I started noticing that she would text me constantly at all hours. She'd ask where I was, what I was doing, and if I took too long to reply, she'd call or send question marks as reminders. One night while we were on the couch, she asked, almost demanded. that we share our locations. Even though I had nothing to hide, I didn't like the idea, but I did it anyway. A few months into the relationship and with our locations now shared, things started to go downhill. Emily began questioning why I was at Phil's house without answering her messages. The situation spiraled out of control.

One night I was at Phil's house with him and our friend Mark. We were hanging out in the basement when Emily showed up at the door. Phil's mom was the one who brought her down. She didn't even try to hide her anger and practically shouted at me, scolding me for wasting time with my friends instead of answering her about some plans we had to go to a winery. I asked her to talk later, but she insisted I leave with her. I apologized to my friends and stepped outside to talk with her. We had an argument.

She wanted to go home with me, but I said no. Since we came in separate cars, we each left on our own. When I got home, I sent her a long message telling her I needed space that I wanted a break. Should I have done it in person? Probably. Breaking up over text is an ideal, but honestly, at that moment I was scared of how she might react face to face. As expected, she began calling nonstop, messaging me over and over. When I stopped responding, she began banging on my door and ringing the bell nonstop.

It was so intense that my neighbor came out to see what was going on. I heard Emily yelling at him that I was a piece of trash among other things. My neighbor calmly asked her to leave. I was listening with my ear against the door. She finally left, but I was completely shaken. I won't say this came out of nowhere. There were signs, but I was so blinded by the honeymoon phase that I didn't see them. The next day I remembered to revoke her access to my location,

and as if she was checking obsessively, she texted me furiously right away. Every message she sent reaffirmed my decision to cut ties. My final message to her was, I'm sorry, Emily. I have to block you for a while. You're scaring me. Surprisingly, she didn't come back to my house or knock on the door. However, I noticed that at that exact moment,

she also stopped sharing her location. Exactly a week later, I went to Phil's house again, hung out with the guys, and left around 11 p.m. When I got home, I wasn't sleepy and wasn't sleepy and was also hungry, so I microwaved some food and sat on the couch to find a movie, preferably a horror one. Just as the microwave beeped, I heard a click or a thud coming from the dining room. The layout of the first floor of the house was like a circle. From the kitchen you could walk into the dining room, then into the living room, and then the study,

each separated by a central wall. The study and dining room were also divided by a door. To hear better, I grabbed the remote and muted the TV. That's when I clearly heard the door between the dining room and the study open. I looked toward the dining room and with my heart in my throat I yelled, Who's there? As expected, no response. I walked into the dining room blood running cold when I saw that the door was open.

I have a habit of keeping all doors in my house closed and that one was no exception. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife from the block. I immediately called 911. I had never called emergency services before. It was my first time. I spoke loudly on the phone hoping whoever was in the house would hear I was calling the police. I don't know if it was a good idea or not, but I said, I think my ex-girlfriend broke into my house, please send someone.

The rest of the call was explaining what was happening and why I believed it was her. They told me that if possible I should wait outside, so I left the house and stayed near the front door. Surprisingly, a patrol car arrived very quickly. I explained everything again to the officer, and we went in together to check the whole house. We did a thorough search. We checked the crawl space in the closet, every closet. Under the beds, the sofas, even the attic.

There was no one. Once everything was clear, the officer told me to call again if I heard anything, which made me feel like he believed me, that he didn't think I was making it up. so I was completely shaken. There was no way I could go back to watching a movie on the couch. I ate my now-cold dinner, went upstairs, and locked my bedroom door. I messaged my friends and family to tell them how scared I was. Since no one was found in the house, I thought maybe it had just been one of those strange moments when something moves on its own. I was tempted to text Emily, but I resisted. I took a melatonin, and surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly. However, I'm a light

sleeper and something woke me up. I didn't know what it was, but I had a bad feeling. I checked my phone and saw a ton of messages from an unknown number. I quickly realized it was Emily. Without even reading the whole paragraph, I saw that she was apologizing and asking to talk to me. She begged me to see her the next day in person. The rest of the messages were increasingly desperate. Are you awake? Wake up, repeated eight times. The weird part was that she hadn't called. I replied, Why are you awake at this hour?

It's crazy that you're messaging me like this. If I had any doubt before, the last few days confirmed that I don't want any contact with you. Please leave me alone. Seconds after I hit send, I heard a scream from inside the closet next to my bed. It was Emily's voice yelling, No.

And suddenly the closet door flew open. I didn't have time to think. I jumped out of bed, opened my bedroom door, and ran out. Luckily, I hadn't locked it. Once outside, I slammed the door shut and held it with my body while she tried to open it from the inside. But she wasn't just trying to open it. She started stabbing the door. I could clearly see the knife coming through the wood and nearly hitting me.

At that moment, purely on instinct, I yelled, Babe, I love you, stop. Instead of telling her she was crazy or that she needed help, I tried to calm her down. When I said I loved her, she paused. I took advantage of that moment to call 911 again, quietly, while still holding the door shut. We talked through the door while I had 911 on the line.

I made up a story on the spot. I told her I was going through a rough time, but that I loved her and wanted to get back together. She answered in a desperate voice. That's all I needed to hear. Why couldn't you just be honest from the start? She asked me to open the door. I had to buy time. I told her I was scared and wanted her to drop the knife. She eventually agreed. I asked her to throw it far so I could hear it hit the ground. She did. I heard the knife hit the wall and then the floor. I used that moment, flung the door open and jumped on her. Emily screamed, fought, went hysterical, but I didn't care. I pinned her down and shouted my address into the phone, still connected to 911. I held her down the entire time until the police arrived. To my surprise,

the officers kicked the front door open. The crash was louder than Emily's screams. Many officers came in, more than I expected. They handcuffed her quickly while she sobbed uncontrollably. I think the only reason I didn't cry was because I was in shock. That was the worst and most traumatic night of my life. But the nightmare didn't end there. There was a long and serious legal process to get Emily convicted. I never wanted my name or any detail to appear online or in YouTube crime channels, so I've been very careful with what I share. Emily is now in prison on very serious charges. None of this makes me happy. She was someone I shared a part of my life with, someone I thought I loved, someone who tried to kill me. She was completely unhinged and it still

hurts to think about how blind I was. Not just because of the attraction I felt at first, but because of my low self-esteem. I was so focused on impressing her that I didn't see the red flags from the beginning. I know this will mark me forever. But honestly, even if just anonymously, telling this story makes me feel a little more free.