Novel & Cerita Psychopath Stalking

There he was on the desk naked, with a girl on top of him riding him. Storming up to them, I dragged the girl by her hair and threw her on the floor before I jumped on top of her, punching her over and over in the face. A crowd had gathered to watch the show, which drew the attention of the teachers. They had tried hard to pry me off of her, but I was like a shoe and she was gum, we were stuck together. It had taken a good while to get me off of her, and when they did her face was bloody and unrecognizable. I had gotten two weeks suspension for what I did, but I didn’t care, it was worth it. I had started stalking after the incident. I had broken into his house numerous times, writing I love

Tears begin to blur my vision as he cups my mouth with his hand. "I've been watching you for a long time," he hisses, and I choke in tears. Who is this psychopath? I don't recognize his voice at all, and the fact that he whispers so low doesn't help. My mind can't think anymore. Someone has actually been stalking me, and right now, here, he wants to take me. This is not a random attempt. This is planned. 'You're mine now," he growls through gritted teeth before lowering his head to kiss my neck. His ragged breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine.

I huff He smirks, "I never said you were." "You're a psychopath." I spit harshly. He smiles “You done being dramatic?” he asks, letting me hear the amusement in his voice. I huff, “Dramatic? Do you think being threatened by your stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?” “Well, of course not,” he replies “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.” His honesty stuns me into silence.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

The officer kept going. “She lost her husband and her only son in a tragic accident. After that… her mental health spiraled. Colleagues say she changed completely. She had to leave her job. At first, her family tried to care for her, but she left home. Since then, she’s been reported missing multiple times.” My hand pressed against my forehead, the dull ache there worsening. “Missing…” “Yes,” he continued. “And before she disappeared, there were troubling signs. Psychotic behavior. Hallucinations. But most importantly… stalking. She started following women around; women her age, married women who had a husband and a son. Just like she once did.”

"Thank you for showing me this." The waiter approached tentatively. "Is everything alright?" We'd been so absorbed in the phone that our food had gone cold. "We're fine," Jasper said. "Could you bring fresh plates?" "Of course, sir." The waiter cleared our table and brought new servings. We ate quietly for a while. My mind was processing everything I'd seen. The surveillance reports were thorough. Professional. Extensive. Maybe too extensive. "What happens now?" I asked. "I'm presenting these reports to the police. They show a clear pattern of stalking behavior over months. Combined with the trespassing charge and her psychiatric history, it should be enough for a restraining order."

I yelped, the mop stick falling out of my hand. He hugged me from behind, holding my hand in place. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why do you all always have to be so stubborn?” He hissed in my ear. ‘All’? I wasn't the first person he was doing this to? It's official; I'm a victim of a psychopath. “I love you; why can't you see that?” He pushed into me, and I felt something hard pressed on my butt cheek. This pervert was hard!

“Don’t you get it? Clearly, he’s not over taunting me and making my life a living hell. I’m sure it’s some sort of coping mechanism for whatever insecurities he’s hoarding.” “You’re not understanding me, stalking is not in the same category as taunting or bullying. That’s a serious allegation.” I looked up at her. “Whose side are you on?” “I just want you to think things through, you’re very emotional right now and it might seem like you’ve got all the pieces together but there might be things you’re not putting into consideration.” My gaze hardened as anger rose up in my throat like a bile. “Here’s something to put into consideration, I’m going to confront him.”

Brenda returned moments later. “What a creep!” Brenda blurted as she sat down. She saw the emotionless look on Jessica’s face and knew that the event had taken a toll on her. A few minutes later, a patrol car arrived at the bank for a formal filing of the complaint. The two cops looked vigilant to the seemingly harmless case of stalking. The police thought that the case had a slight chance of having an aggressive psychopath behind it. The town didn't have much crime so police had the time and resources to manage each case with undivided attention. The senior one asked all sorts of questions while the other scribbled down every answer.

I asked the moment my eyes caught sight of the approaching lady. "Of course not! I had no idea she was following me." Alex answered and I believed him. Melanie was a psychopath and that fact was already established. It wouldn't be far-fetched to imagine that she might have stalked me to the supermarket as well. Something was seriously wrong with her, and she made no effort to hide it.