Novel & Cerita Psychopath Stalking

"No, to the doctor" "That masked guy is everywhere. It means i am not fully recovered or I am seeing things. Like I am also hearing voices in my sleep. I thought You assured me that I have recovered from the trauma of that accident". Not giving any chance to her doctor to speak, Juliana said. "Juliana! Juliana! Did you ask your colleagues if they were seeing that masked photographer?" Juliana's doctor asked. "That's what the problem is, Dr Linda!. Everybody saw a masked guy dancing with me at my birthday party and everybody saw that masked at the shoot today. He is not my hallucination. Is someone really stalking me?" Juliana asked her doctor.

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.

“Maybe I should file a police report for stalking. You seem to know so much about me, and it is very creepy to say the least.” “It’s just a guess. It’s not like I am following you and watching from the outside to see what you do with your time. Only a psychopath would do that.” He said with a smile on his face that made me unsure. He was taunting me and purposely making me feel like I was going nuts. “Let’s talk business.” He proceeded to be serious for the next hour, giving me a rundown of what he expected from me and ongoing disputes he had regarding property that he wanted me to sort out for him outside of the courtroom.

Shocked and alarmed, I find myself once again captured in a sinister scenario, a sense of horror creeping over me despite a growing familiarity with such unsettling encounters. "How dare you laugh with another guy, Genevieve?" His voice seethes with rage, exuding a menacing aura that suggests he is capable of extreme violence. As I recognize his familiar presence and realize he is my stalker, a surge of fear grips me. Pushing his hand away from my mouth, I swiftly turn and deliver a resounding slap across his face. Fueled by anger, I confront him, "You have no right to tell me what to do! I have my own life, and if you ever attempt to intimidate me like this again, I will not hesitate to inv

His face was lined with exhaustion and anger, the weight of their daughter’s suffering pressing heavily on him. “She’s shutting us out,” he said, his voice low and strained. “How can we protect her when she won’t tell us what’s going on?” Maria placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s scared, Damian. Whatever happened with this driver guy too—it’s more than she can handle right now. We have to be patient.” “Patience isn’t going to catch the person stalking her. Despite the security and carefulness, that man still found a way to reach her, under my roof.” Damian snapped, then immediately softened. “I’m sorry. I just... I need to do something.”

I shout, the numbness that surrounded and protected me now starting to crack. “Miss, it doesn’t take a lot to get these kinds of stalkers going. Sometimes it can be something as innocent as a friendly hello, a smile, passing on the street or even seeing your picture somewhere. They build this obsession in their head and this entire fictional world that they believe is real and think you’re aware of. I may not know who is doing this, but I do know it’s not your fault,” asserts the officer. Maybe he’s not entirely desensitized as I thought.

Grace asked and Asher already knew the answer. “Then it should be a consolation that I don’t have any flings, though I had been to a couple of blind dates.” He’d never went on a second date with them or was in contact with any of them. Once again, they were all humans. None of them fit into their murderer’s description. “Stalkers don’t need a reason to harm someone,” Grace said. “You never know what triggers them.”

But what I see, success makes me gaping and silent at the same time. I looked again, and there were all my photos from the school days to the present. Lots of photos, hundreds to thousands. This, is he obsessed or Gerald the psychopath? Or am I being hit? I checked one by one to see if there was anything clipped or written in a strange way. But all the contents are still clean. Like I have freshly washed the photos. So, is this Gerald a psychopath or a stalker? Should I be wary of him? Should I step back?

My past has followed me down here and it has caught up with me. Eight Entry: I saw him last night, he was following closely behind. I knew it was him, he was trying to trail me home, trying to make me scared and miserable. He turned up at my restaurant today when he saw me joking around with my co-workers. His eyes turned red and he smirked at me. I went to the officers to report the stalking and they told me to come back if he shows up again. I’m too scared to sleep at night, I don’t know when he’ll come just like a thief and put a bullet straight through my head. Like he had said, I’ll never find happiness. //////////////////:::

She screamed. After all she presumed he was always watching her. "Don't kill him." She pleaded, "I do not want additional guilt." "Who are you anyway and why the fuck have you been stalking me?" She yelled, "Don't you have better things to do, don't you get tired, for how long have you been stalking me? For months? A year? For how long have you been sending gifts? Ain't you tired? Damn you!" "I know you can listen to me." She said, "You can hear me, I am crazy now, that's what you wanted right? a crazy Korina, that's why you have been frustrating me, look at me talking and yelling all by myself."