Ya, I had an ex who really scared me. He followed me a lot and would have to be asked to leave my work which he some times refused to do. He would constantly try to get my friends to tell him where I was. It really sucked, he was in the military and base police kept telling me to file a report in town and the police in town told me to file it with the military police.

Yes, but it's not in the way most people would consider stalking. According to the media, you have to be either obsessive and or in love with that person. Mine was different. These popular girls followed me home every day. I knew where they lived, and it wasn't anywhere near me. There wasn't anything fun to do around my house, and they always looked straight at me. That I might have written off, except for the nature of that look. It said quite plainly, "Yeah, we're here, and we're here for YOU." Every day after school they would follow me. There were always three of them. One blonde, one brunette, and one with black hair. The old addage if looks could kill doesn't even come close. The looks on their faces said death would be too good for me. I knew that one of them carried a knife in her bag, and that they LOATHED me. I couldn't tell my mom or dad; that would have made it worse, because they'd never have believed that such "nice girls" could ever do something like that. I wanted to teach them a lesson. I dreamed about it sometimes. But any idiot knows that one girl going up against three girls one of which was armed was a bad idea. And then I thought of a solution. I broke into the girl's locker, and removed the knife from her bag. It was a pocketknife and it was definitely sharp enough to inflict fatal damage. I made sure to use gloves. I put it somewhere safe where I knew nobody would ever find it. That day, when they followed me home, something I hadn't counted on happened. They tried to beat me up. All three of them jumped me and started to pull my hair and scratch every bit of me they could reach.They knew something about how to catfight, but they'd never really learned how to fight. I don't know if it was all the stress, fear and anger that I'd felt during those seven months but something in me snapped. I swept their feet out from under them, gave them each a black eye (I made sure they matched). One ran off right there, which was lucky because it evened the odds a little. The two remaining girls came at me again, and this time I went for their throats. I backed them up against the brick and said in a very quiet, tense voice, "If you EVER follow me home again, I will make you disappear." I threw both of them to the ground and ran out of the alley. They never followed me home again.

Yes

have you really? wow .. haha kinda funny. Um, Satan keeps stalking me and trying to make me one of his bitches. it's getting old.

Yes, it was scarey. I stalked myself one day. everywhere I turned, there I was.