Novel & Cerita Psychopath Stalking

Charlotte coaxes her but Halsey shakes her head. “I wanna walk around,” Halsey mumbles. “To…to get some fresh air.” When Halsey regained consciousness, Charlotte told her what happened while she was knocked out. The stalker has been arrested. It was discovered that the man’s name is Thomas Kepp and he’s a patient at a nearby rehabilitation center. The man had run away from there and was hiding in a friend’s place. He was admitted to the rehab for treatment after he lost his mind when he discovered his wife’s adulterous nature. When he spotted Halsey at the cafe, he became obsessed because Halsey wore the same kind of glasses. It triggered his mental state and he began to stalk Halsey, thinki

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

"I-I can't recall that I did something to you…" "You did! You fucking did! You look at me very vulnerable and so fragile! You're so perfect for me, only me. I did some wrong doings just to have you! I never desired someone, just you… I became a stalker because I always want to see you! Yet you didn't appreciate it?! Fucking bullshit Milda!" his voice thundered as his hold to my jaw tightened even more! " I-I never wish to have someone like you…" I whispered to him.

“I have one male friend, and he’s married to my best friend. We were just having fun talking when there was a sound.” Officer Brady’s brown eyes narrow on the paper. “Right. Are you sure this isn’t a weird prank from your neighbor? Because you have to understand, stalking is a pattern of strange behavior. I don’t see a pattern here.” “I also had this,” I say, showing him the screenshots from my stream. “This user was actually banned, because he kept threatening the other users. But the platform protects their identity, and I have no way of—” “Wait, where do you work?”

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

He has a twin brother named Kayn. According to their profile, they don't have parents anymore. I looked for more information, and my eyes widened. They are already adults! Disguising themselves as students in different schools to kill psychopaths and sociopaths. Apparently, they take pictures of these psycho students and stalk them for a short time, then once they get satisfaction from those pictures, they torture the student and make it look like it was bullying and that those students committed suicide. They went to different middle schools to gratify their desires and obsession over the emotions of other psychopaths like them.

Blake POV I’m patient. I’m careful. I make them doubt their reality before they ever realize what’s truly happening. That’s why my method works so much better than anyone else’s. Most stalkers want the rush of the chase, the quick gratification of a confrontation. They can’t resist the temptation to show their hand too soon. But me? I enjoy the slow burn. I take my time, watching their lives fall apart from the inside, all while they’re looking over their shoulder, trying to figure out where the danger is coming from.

Which is why I need a damn therapist… Heaven knows I shouldn’t be this excited about being the center of attention to a strange man I know nothing about with obsessive and stalking tendencies. And I don’t even know what particular category he falls into! If he’s just a psychopath with feelings or one with the need to just possess me… Because the latter could be dangerous, and That might just end up bad for me because I might actually end up dead. Like dead! Dead!

“Don’t worry. You are no longer my type. You reek of cigarettes, and I just want to see you. Shouldn’t you be grateful to me for not putting you behind the bars?” Raising one of his eyebrows, he questioned, “Wasn’t that because you weren’t able to find sufficient evidence?” “Seriously? Is that what you think? You stalked me, kidnapped me, and used violence against me couple of times. Don’t you know that is punishable by law? By the way, you know, if you want, I can send you to a mental asylum. It’s not that I am cursing you, but after thinking it through, I realized that you are not mentally stable.