Anyone have stalker stories?

I used to work in a drug store, and we had our share of questionable people. This one lady was a heroine addict, HIV positive, and mentally unstable. She would come in barefoot most of the time, had a shaved head, etc. One day she tried to get 2 hits of methadone in one day, and we refused. She freaked out! Starting ranting and raving, kicking the walls, throwing thigns off the shelf, etc. So one day I'm at the till and she's buying something and she grabs my hand and says "You have beautiful hands" and is looking up to me with hearts in her eyes. "Uh, thanks" And ever since that day, she would follow me everywhere. If I went to the store next door, she would follow me all around, even getting in the same line as me, and buying nothing. If I wasn't there she would tell everyone how nice my body is. Man am I glad I don't work there anymore.

Can anyone top me?

i went to high school with this guy who was infatuated with my best friend. we wound up going to juco together. we were both in the band, and so we talked during breaks. we went to a movie once. he had coupons that were going to expire and i had nothing better to do, so i went. after that, he started getting kind of possessive and freaky. he'd say nasty things to the male drummers that i was friends with. he'd stare at me constantly and get really pissed if i didn't hang out with him during break.

one day, we had a school recess. the only people at the school were some teachers who had training meetings, the people who ran the bookstore, and four people from the staff of the paper. we'd decided the night before to meet and finish up the pages for the issue. no one knew about it, but somehow, he found out, drove around campus until he found my car and put a package under the left front wheel. i didn't see it when i left and backed over it, shattering a coffee mug and a bunch of other shit.

after i realised that he'd done it, i told him he couldn't do things like that anymore. he agreed, but he didn't stop. he started leaving things under my chair in band. one of my drumming friends had enough, gathered up the rest of the drummers and had words with him. he hasn't spoken to me since, but if i'm at a school function (either for high school for our sisters, or college band), he'll be there, just staring at me before disappearing somewhere.



i also managed to pick up a couple of arabian stalkers at college. they seemed like nice guys, and i had lunch with them once or twice, but then, somehow, they'd figured out my class schedule and were waiting outside the door to "escort their pretty princess to class." i wound up getting my drummer friends to start waiting for me outside my classroom and walk me to my next class. after that, i never saw them again. i'm not even sure they were students.



and don't even get me started on bullet proof.