Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I’m Being Stalked by a Med Student With Powerful Ties and I Fear for My Life and Family #75

Episode Date: August 18, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #stalkerstory #psychologicalhorror #realisticterror #powerandfear #obsessionhorror  A woman’s life begins to unravel when a charming yet obsessive med student fixates on her. What starts as subtle encounters quickly escalates into a terrifying pattern of surveillance, threats, and manipulation. With the stalker backed by wealthy connections and institutional power, she finds herself trapped in a nightmare where no one believes her—and her family may be next. A modern horror tale of obsession, corruption, and fear in plain sight.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, stalker, obsession, medstudenthorror, psychologicalabuse, horrorrealism, terrifyingencounters, familyindanger, corruptpower, realisticfear, femaleprotagonist, modernhorrors, unseenhorror, lifeinperil, darktruths

All right, let me just start off by saying I know how insane this sounds. Like, I'm fully aware this entire story makes me sound like I'm off my rocker or spiraling into some paranoid delusion. But I swear to you, I'm not. I'm putting this out there just in case something happens to me or my family. Maybe someone will find this and realize there was a whole storm brewing long before the headlines showed up. Maybe this is my last shot at leaving a breadcrumb trail. So, here it goes. Back in college, I had this classmate. Let's call her, Kay. K and I hooked up on and off for a little while, not anything serious, just random flings when we were both bored or drunk.

At some point, she confessed she had real feelings for me. She laid it all out, raw and vulnerable, and I just, couldn't return them. I told her that as gently as I could. I thought we were cool, afterwards because she laughed it off, acted like it was no big deal, and even stayed friends with me. Or so I thought. Now, Kay wasn't just any random girl. She came from a ridiculously wealthy family. Like, old money, multi-generational, my grandpa knows your senator, kind of rich. Her parents had deep ties in the healthcare industry, though I never cared much to dig into the details. I'm not the type to be impressed by who someone's parents golf with. So, beyond knowing her family was influential and loaded, I didn't think much about it. Flash forward, both of us get accepted to the same

med school. At first, I didn't think much of it. Med school is competitive, but she was smart, so sure, why not? I thought we'd coexist fine. But I had no idea how far down the rabbit hole this was about to go. It started small. Or maybe it felt small because I didn't see the bigger picture yet. Every so often, I'd get this weird, nagging feeling that I was being watched. Like, I'd be sitting at a cafe, minding my own business, and feel eyes on me. Or I'd walk home at night and swear I heard footsteps shadowing mine. But I brushed it off as paranoia.

I smoked a lot of weed back then, so I chalked it up to that. Classic stoner jitters, I told myself. But then, there'd be these strange coincidences. I'd randomly bump into K at the grocery store. Then at the gym. Then at a park I never told anyone I liked to visit. I even joked to her once, you're not stalking me, are you? She just smiled and said something like, maybe I just know you too well.

I laughed. I didn't think she was serious. Until the night I caught her. It was late. I'd just come back from a long day, dead tired. I stepped into my apartment and noticed the window by my kitchen wasn't quite shut. Weird. I always locked my windows.

Then I heard a sound, like a foot slipping against the wooden floor. My heart sank. I crept forward and caught a glimpse of movement. And then, there she was. K. Climbing out of my damn window. K. I shouted.

She froze for a second, then bolted. Like a deer caught in headlights, but once her legs moved, she was gone. I ran after her but didn't catch up. When I finally cornered her outside and demanded answers, she started screaming, full-on screaming bloody murder. Help! He's attacking me. Rape, people started looking.

Lights flicked on in nearby apartments. She yanked herself free and disappeared into the night. That's when I knew I was in serious trouble. I freaked out. I hired a private investigator. I didn't know what else to do. And slowly, horrifyingly, the truth started to unravel. The P.I. found cameras in my apartment.

Cameras. Hidden in places you'd never think to look. She'd been watching me. For how long? I didn't even want to imagine. He uncovered evidence that Kay had been whispering all sorts of poisonous lies to my classmates, my friends, even my professors. She was painting me as unstable, manipulative, dangerous.

The stalking wasn't just in my head. She really was following me any time I stepped outside. There were photos. Dates. Times. I thought that was the one. worst of it. I was wrong. When I tried to go to the authorities, things spiraled into a nightmare. My mom and my brother started getting calls from people at my med school, warning them that I was,

showing troubling behavior. They claimed I was unbalanced, concerning. None of it was true. I confronted the Dean of Student Affairs about it. The way he deflected, dodged my questions, it felt like he knew something. Like he was protecting someone. I could almost see the Strings K's family was pulling behind the scenes. Then my apartment got broken into. Someone ransacked the place. They took my laptop, the one where I kept all the evidence the PI gave me.

Gone. Poof. I thought I was smart because I'd backed it up to my eye cloud. Except that got hacked too. Every file wiped clean. Now it wasn't just unsettling. It was terrifying. I began to fear for my life. And not just my life, my families too. On my birthday, I booked a flight to Colorado to see my parents and escaped the madness for a bit. At the airport, security stopped me. Out of nowhere, they asked if I was okay. I said yes. I stayed calm because I knew showing any anxiety would make things worse.

Didn't matter. They said I seemed distressed and pulled me aside. Next thing I know, I'm in an ambulance. I didn't resist. I knew if I fought back, it'd play right into their hands. At the hospital, I told them they didn't have my consent for anything. They didn't care. They held me down, drew blood, stuck me with something, and before I knew it, I was tranquilized and locked in a psych ward. Five days. I spent five days in that place. They claimed I was suicidal. I never said that. Not once. I wasn't even close to suicidal. I was scared, sure, but I wanted to live more than anything. I wanted to survive this. But no one listened. When I finally got out, I packed my things and left Nevada. I took a leave of absence from med school and fled back

to my parents' house in Colorado. I couldn't stay there anymore. I felt like I was drowning in some shadowy conspiracy where every move I made was being tracked. The trauma from this? It's hard to put into words. I'm jumpy around cars that linger behind me. I flinch at every stranger's glance. Sometimes I can't even bring myself to leave the house. The worst part. It hasn't stopped. Even now, random people I've never met pull up next to me at stoplights and glare at me like they know me. Strangers call me by name.

My phone rings with numbers I don't recognize, and when I answer, there's silence. Just breathing. I wanted to fight back. I really did. But I realized this was. a battle I could win. Not when Kay's family has their fingers in every pie. Not when they can pull strings in the legal system, the medical system, maybe even law enforcement. So I gave up med school. I gave up trying to collect more evidence. I gave up fighting. Because every

attempt seemed to make things worse, and I couldn't risk my family getting hurt. I've spent too much money, too much time, too much of my sanity on this already. Now, I'm just trying to heal. Or at least, pretending to. But deep down, I know I'm still in the game. I just don't know what the rules are. And if you're reading this because my name pops up in some news story, because me or my family disappeared or I, died under mysterious circumstances,

know that this is why. My name is Sinu Kim. I was enrolled in the DO program at Turro, Nevada, class of 2026. If this gets out after I'm gone, maybe it'll finally make sense to someone. I'm still hoping for a miracle. But it feels like I'm already a ghost. T.LDR, I might get killed by Big Pharma because my obsessive X, who has powerful connections, stalked me, destroyed my life, and might not be finished yet. The end.