Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy High School Stalker Stories That Turned Terrifying and Left Scars Forever PART2 #80

Episode Date: October 17, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #highschoolhorror #stalkerencounters #creepystories #schoolnightmares #truefear  Part 2 of Creepy High School Stalker Stories delves deeper into the unsettling experiences of students. Obsessive stalkers escalate their behaviors, encounters turn more frightening, and the lasting psychological impact becomes clear. These stories highlight the vulnerability teens face and the terrifying ways that fear can infiltrate everyday life.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, highschoolhorror, stalkerencounters, creepystories, schoolnightmares, truefear, chillingencounters, unsettlinghighschool, terrifyingencounters, realfearstories, adolescenthorror, nightmarefuel, darkmemories, creepytrueevents, schoolstalker

Horror. Number one. My High School Stalker Story, 4,000 words. High school was supposed to be that weird but exciting part of life, where you're figuring yourself out, meeting new people, and trying to act like you have some kind of control over your future. For me, though, high school came with something darker, something I honestly never expected, something that to this day still sends chills down my spine when I think back on it. At the time, I was still fairly new at this particular school. A few weeks in, I had managed to make a couple of friends, but I was still in that stage where you're eager for more, you know, like you're trying to build your little tribe, your safety net of people who make the day bearable. I was the kind of person who liked to talk, like to socialize,

and honestly just wanted to belong. One day, while rushing around, I got lost, and this is where everything began, the moment I met the guy who would later become my stalker. The beginning, innocent enough. I remember wandering through the halls, carrying my books, trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to be. That's when he appeared, just some guy, kind of awkward looking, but friendly enough on the surface. He noticed I was lost, offered to show me where my class was, and even walked me there. We chatted a little bit, nothing deep, but it seemed harmless. At first, I thought, cool, another potential friend. I didn't get weird vibes right away. If anything, I was relieved. Being new and lost sucks, and having someone

help you out feels like a blessing in that moment. A week passed, and by then I had started hanging out with more people. I was finally feeling like I had a place in the school. But I also felt kind of guilty, because this guy, let's call him Eric, was kind of a loner. He didn't really seem to have a group. Out of pity, and maybe because I thought it would be nice, I invited him to hang out with us. At first, he was quiet, barely said a word. But once he warmed up, he wouldn't shut up. And most of what he said was directed at me. He started asking me for advice, little life things at first, like I was some sort of personal mentor. I didn't mind too much until it got weird. The pet phase. It started small, with him saying things that sounded like jokes. He asked me once,

Hey, can you pat my head like a dog? I laughed it off awkwardly, because who even asks that? I thought maybe he was just being silly, so I humored him once. Big mistake. That opened the floodgates. Soon he was asking me if I could make him wear a leash. I can't even describe how awkward that was. I tried to brush it off, hoping he'd get bored of the act. But instead, he leaned into it. He started calling me his master or mistress. The first time he said it, I flat out told him,

Don't, that's not funny, it makes me uncomfortable. But it was already too late. It was like something in his head clicked, and there was no turning back. Obsession takes root. From then on, Eric started skipping his classes just so he could sneak into mine. Teachers would kick him out, annoyed, but it didn't stop him. If I went anywhere, he followed.

Bathroom, there he was, hanging around like some creep waiting for me to come out. I begged him to stop, over and over again. He refused. It got worse. If I so much talked to another guy, Eric would go ballistic. I remember one day I asked a male friend for help with homework, and Eric just happened to overhear. He lost it. Later, he confronted me, saying that guy didn't deserve me.

He literally said, there are worthless compared to mine master. At that point, I snapped. I yelled at him, harder than I ever had. I don't usually like yelling at people, but I was so done with his crap. I told him if he wanted to act like a dog, then fine. I'd treat him like one. For a short time, it felt like maybe that had done it. He backed off, stopped hovering, stopped following me around.

I thought, finally, maybe he realized how creepy he's being. But then came the letter. I'll never forget opening my locker and finding that end. envelope waiting for me. It was thick, heavy, with several pages of writing. I pulled it out, opened it, and immediately felt this deep sense of dread. The letter was terrifying. It was filled with his hatred for other males, his disgust for himself, and this twisted idea that he was evil and deserved punishment. Over and over, he referred to me as his master. He wrote that I had to be taught not to shun pets. Reading it was like staring into a stranger's deranged brain. My hands were

shaking by the time I finished. And then I looked up. Down the hallway, there he was, staring at me. Eric walked up and without a word, he opened his phone and started scrolling. He shoved the screen in my face, showing me pictures of some cartoon girl. She had brown eyes and curly hair, just like me. He said something about how she reminded him of me, how she was his perfect pet. Then he pulled something out of his bag, a leash. He actually tried to hand it to me, asking me to walk him around the school. That was the final straw. I ran, straight to the office, clutching that letter like proof of my nightmare. The principal finally saw enough. He called the cops, got a restraining order put in place, and expelled Eric. I thought that was the end. But it wasn't.

The window. About a month later, life was starting to feel normal again. I was sitting in my room one night, working on homework when I heard it. A scratching sound on the window. At first, I thought maybe it was a tree branch. But then I looked up. I froze. It was him, Eric. He was standing right outside my bedroom window. Around his neck was a collar and dangling from it was a leash. His eyes were locked on mine and his face twisted into the most horrifying grin I've ever seen. Then slowly he leaned forward and licked the glass. I screamed, bolted to my parents' room and told them everything. They called the police immediately. When the cops showed up, I pointed them right. right to Eric. They found the evidence, the marks on my window, and arrested him. Aftermath?

Thankfully, soon after, my family moved away. I never saw him again. But the nightmare stayed. Being stalked wasn't romantic. It wasn't flattering. It was terrifying. Bone shaking, nerve-wracking, soul-crushing. Even now, years later, I still get goosebumps thinking about his face at my window. That leaf. stangling, that disgusting grin. I sometimes wonder if he ever got the help he clearly needed. I hope so, for his sake, and for anyone else who might have crossed his path. But I also know there's always a reason to be afraid. Because you never really know what people are capable of. The end.