The stalker lurked in the shadows, his eyes never leaving his target. He had been watching her for weeks, memorizing her routine and learning every detail of her life. He knew where she lived, where she worked, who her friends were. He knew everything about her, and he was obsessed.
Every move she made was carefully monitored, every interaction she had was scrutinized. He followed her everywhere, always staying just out of sight but never losing sight of her. He left notes for her, professing his undying love and declaring that they were meant to be together.
As the days turned into weeks, the woman began to feel like she was being watched. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her, that someone was always nearby. It made her paranoid, constantly looking over her shoulder and jumping at every little noise.
The stalker reveled in her fear, knowing that he had complete control over her. He played a dangerous game, always one step ahead and always closer than she realized. And as his obsession grew, so did the danger that he posed to the woman he couldn’t let go.
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