Online Stalker Sends Terrifying Message: “You’re Going to See Me”

The message came in this morning. No subject line. No text. Just an email address. And it said everything.

The Chilling Message from My Online Stalker

YoureGoinToSeeMeWhetherYouWantToOrNot@gmail.com

That is not a username. That is a threat. A message from my online stalker. A line ripped out of a psychological thriller, delivered straight into my real life.

It was apparently submitted through HerbalBiohacker. I don’t know if he expected me to see it. But I did. And it hit like a truck.

If you’ve been following my story, you know who I’m talking about. A man who has stalked me digitally for over a year. Someone who has impersonated therapists and friends, and has used VPNs, fake emails, and burner accounts to send revengeporn, reset passwords, and manipulate people close to me. A man who lied and had me arrested for sexual assault and is trying desperately to continue that narrative. Attacks online, blackmail, intimidation, threats and at times, 1,000 missed calls a day from unknown numbers.

And now he wants me to know he’s nearby.

Why? Not just because he’s BPD and NPD. Not just because he’s a malignant narcissist. But because he’s a heavy class A drug user (meth and GHB). A man so unhinged, I have every reason to be afraid. He has already lied and had me jailed.

What It Feels Like to Be Hunted by an Online Stalker

I live somewhere in Europe. I’m keeping the location private for obvious reasons. But waking up to a threat like that? It doesn’t matter where you are. You feel like the walls are closing in.

He’s already installed cameras in places I lived, he’s stolen my Apple AirTag and my wedding ring. He’s sent fake emails pretending to be me and tried to remove me from my own lease while I was in jail and have himself added.

This is not drama. This is my life.

Today I spent hours wondering if he’s already here. If he’s waiting outside. If I’m safe to go for a walk. That’s what an online stalker does to you. They crawl under your skin and live there rent-free. You never know what’s next.

To admit that I’m terrified? That would be an understatement.

Law Enforcement Still Hasn’t Helped

To date, I have submitted over 45 pieces of evidence to law enforcement with hundreds more waiting for a link to upload. Full email threads. Screenshots. IP logs. Fake accounts. His full real name and last know addresses along with his criminal history. I also helped them locate his previous arrest record. Evidence of his abuse and attacks.

I reported it all. To SVU in Atlanta, to cybercrime units, to the FBI, to IC3, to international authorities.

And nothing has been done.

Because it’s “digital,” and because he hasn’t “physically hurt” me yet. Apparently, I’m supposed to wait until I’m bleeding for anyone to take this seriously.

I’m Done Being Quiet

This is why I’m writing Good Luck Getting Rid of Me and this is why I’m telling my story, chapter by chapter. This is my memoir and the first chapter is free. I want people to know what it feels like to be targeted, gaslit, manipulated, and then abandoned by the systems that were supposed to protect me.

I’m not just writing it, I’m talking about it. And I’m doing podcast interviews. I’m in talks to take this story to streaming. Because if they won’t listen to me in private, maybe they’ll hear me in public.

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This is no longer just my story. It’s a record. And if something happens to me, the timeline is already written. You’ll be my witness.

I used to cringe at those “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead” messages floating around online. Thought they were melodramatic. Clickbait. But I don’t laugh at them anymore. Not after today. Not after that message.

Because I have to admit something that’s hard to say.

I am afraid of what he’s capable of.

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