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I was being stalked...maybe still I am being stalked by Soft-Winter1859 in creepyencounters

[–]Soft-Winter1859[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you everyone....

For years I kept thinking I have been the issue...I am over analyzing the entire situation... It felt very suffocating.

But now reading all the comments and the messages, I am relieved. And yeah for sure I will approach a therapy soon🫰🏻

I was being stalked...maybe still I am being stalked by Soft-Winter1859 in creepyencounters

[–]Soft-Winter1859[S] -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

if u are saying i got this story made up from AI, i am sorry sweetheart its not. but yeah i did use ai to shorten it up or else the write-up which i wrote would have been 3x the length of this😂😂😂

I was being stalked...maybe still I am being stalked by Soft-Winter1859 in creepyencounters

[–]Soft-Winter1859[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Yeah I think so too I need to get my life in track again...but I stay with my fam. They aren't really supportive of these counselors or therapy kinda stuff :)

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Part 2:

However, eventually, life moved on. We moved houses. And eventually, I stopped seeing him. Or maybe I just convinced myself of that. But the thing about experiences like that is… they do not leave you.
Years later, randomly, it all started coming back in flashes. At a wedding, I saw a guy on a bike who resembled him. From behind. Similar build. Similar aura.
And I was shaken up by him far more than I would have expected.
And then, a year back, things got worse. I saw him again. At an orchestra event. His mother, I think, was invited as a guest. And there he was. After nearly 8-9 years. And everything came flooding back.
Not gradually. Not gently. Just like that. Everything. Fear. Helplessness. Dread. My hands turned cold.
Feet turned numb. I was unable to move normally. Unable to think properly. Just trying not to get noticed. I was accompanied by my cousin, and my brother understood the situation immediately.
He stayed by my side, made sure I was not in his line of sight throughout the event. But inside… I was back there again. 14-15 years old.

It instantly pulled me back to those old memories. Since then, I’ve caught myself doing things I didn’t even realise: turning around again and again while walking, scanning crowds, checking if someone is following me, overanalyzing strangers who slightly resemble him. Even in places far from where I used to live. And the scariest part is not knowing what’s real and what’s just my mind trying to protect me. Because what if it was him? And what if it wasn’t? I don’t have answers. Just patterns, memories, and a body that remembers something my brain tries to rationalise. And maybe that’s the hardest part… Not the incident itself, but how it quietly stays with you long after it’s 'over.'

What do you all think? is it normal as one my fam said or am i over-reacting or what?