found anonymously on 4chan

I’m male, good looking enough and I’ve been cosplaying for a few years.
Last year at a convention I met anon, a psycho otaku stalker girl who was also good looking.
For a while I wanted to date her, swapped contacts at the convention and realised we went to the same schools and lived really nearby, like four blocks away from each other. SUPERB.
After two weekends of hanging out at home I realise this bitch is crazy and annoying.
She would be obsessed with sex and touching me all the time, which I did not have a problem with at first but also I have standards, I won’t fuck women without knowing them first, I’m really not like that.
So we became ‘friends’ but mostly talked online, where it became obvious she was obsessed with me only after two weekends of knowing each other and hanging out. I started to see her less and less but kept catching her in town and when I was walking my dog, it got to the point she would know what time I took Poppie out at night (my dog) and would wait on the corner of my block for me. I found another route that she never figured out so I could avoid her.
She seemed a ncie girl but she was crazily jealous, wanted to have my facebook and DA password after only two weeks to make sure ‘i didn’t add any other girls’

We swapped numbers at the con to get in touch so she would be texting me and calling me, to start with asking when I was taking Poppie out and to meet up at the block, my parents didn’t like her coming round, and I actually told them I didn’t want her round anymore with the way she acted, so they wouldn’t let her into the house, thus she would either turn up when they weren’t in or try and ambush me when I was out.
Two months of this and I’d deleted her on my facebook, earning about ten journals on DA about me being horrible and mean to her and denying her feelings for me like I was under some obligation to just be her boyfriend.
Getting texts and calls every day now, at least six texts a day that I was also starting to ignore.
It was too much now, I’d hinted before to try and be kind to her ‘feelings’, but I made up my mind to point blank tell her to fuck off and delete her off of everything.
About to do this when my family finds out that my Uncle, my Mums sister, has cancer, and is given only a few months to live. Offline for a week, phone off, up visiting him and helping Mum and dealing with it.
Return, still sad, and see so many messages from her, letters through my door and everything, my phone inbox almost full. We phoned the police and asked if we could get a restraining order or something, but despite this they said ‘she seemed to only do this because communication was cut off and she was worried’ so told me to tell her it’s over, not friends anymore, and warn her not to contact me again, and then if she did anything ‘worse’ they would help out.

So I did just this, phoned her up only to find she was on her way round with another letter, so stood outside the house and spoke with her, with my Mum and Dad watching from the upstairs bedroom.
Tell her I don’t want to be friends anymore. She doesn’t get it. Tell her to stay away from me, I don’t like her, don’t love her back, and I think that she’s crazy. She doesn’t get it.
”Nii-san, I don’t understand. I thought you loved me.”
Just say sorry and that I do not, and go back inside. She cries on my porch for a while and I genuinely feel bad, but she leaves and leaves me alone, for a while, for a week. Although I removed her off everything I couldn’t help but check the DA journals while signed out. All about me, all saying how I was denying myself and my feelings for her. She really was delusional, she was telling me how she was ‘half japanese’ all the damn time.
After a week my parents decided to go back for a long weekend with Mum’s brother, and I was left to look after Poppie, this is the horrific part. Pic related [dog with a broken leg], it’s what she did to my dog, but anyway I’ll explain!
Friday night spent my evening doing nerdy guy things, levelling up a character on Perfect World, lol yes I have no life, and taking Poppie out like usual. I saw her there on the corner like she used to, and tried to avoid her, telling her to go home, to stop this shit.

Went home, half aware she was following me from a long way back, but ignored it, also ignored my doorbell once that evening but I’m still not sure if it was her or not.
Saturday shit went down. My door goes and I was expecting a parcel, it’s early so I ran down in just boxers to open the door, and it’s her. She pushes the door open and comes in, though I did push her back and try not to. Poppie’s barking art her now because I was struggling with her at the door.
Poppie’s a golden retriever by the way, this is a picture of her a little bit afterwards. But anyway, she’s a big dog especially when she jumps up. So she started jumping up at her and barking really loudly when I was trying to shove her out the house, and failing, being half asleep and also not wanting to hurt her.
As she’s pushing at my arms, saying how mean and cruel I am and what a ‘bad brother’ I have been, she shoves Poppie away really hard, hard enough for Poppie to slip on the floor and land on her side.
I shove her at this point, back to the door and tell her not to touch my dog.
”Oh, you care about your dog? You actually have feelings?! Well your DOG is a girl, so am I, so why don’t you treat me that good?!” What. She said something very similar to this seriously, it made no sense, she made no sense, she was just crazy.
Still trying to shove her out the house so I can call the police, Poppie’s up again and jumping and barking. I give up when she shuts my door and is against it, trying to keep a hold of her, a hold of poppie though I wasn’t then and trying to get my phone out to bluff calling the cops on her.
It was now she hurt my dog.

While I’m not bluffing now but actually dialling 999, looking at the keypad of my phone, I hear Poppie yelp.
She stamps on her at such an angle I really though her leg had purely snapped.
I love my dog, I saw red, I used all my strength, no holding back, yanked her partly by her scruff and her jumper to get away from Poppie, who she was kicking at on the floor really damn hard.
I threw her out of my house so hard she fell over, slammed the door and dropped the phone, looking at Poppie. It’s horrible seeing a hurt animal, let alone your own that you’ve had all through childhood.
Poppie was trying to get up but her whole body was shaking, staying off one back leg that looked twisted, looked wrong. She was whining and yelping and was in so much pain she just gave really loud high pitched barks and collapsed onto her side.
First I called my Mum and Dad picked up, told me what to do and phoned the vet himself to phone me as I didn’t have the number. Waited for a while, trying to comfort Pops but she was biting me in her own pain, little frightened nibbles. I got the phone call, told them how it was, and because he and my Dad were friends he said he’d come right round, and advised me to call the police.
Called the police next while waiting for him, stalker girl long gone, ran away. They came over but took a long ass time to get to my place, seriously like half an hour, the vet got here first.
He sedated Poppie at my house and took her away, I had to stay waiting for the cops, told them everything and they instantly served her with a restraining order. I didn’t press charges on her but my family urged hers to get her some therapy and they promised they would.

my Dad drove back leaving my Mum with my Uncle, we went to see how Poppie was after sorting more police stuff. She had severely twisted her leg and needed minor surgery to correct it, just a tiny almost keyhole slit.

The surgery was seriously so minor that she came home the next day with that pathetic bandage, but she kept off that leg for a whole month at least, and still walks a little funny today. She had bruised bones on her ribs too, and now she’s really quite frightened and nervous when people come to the door, or if people move right by her she’ll bite their ankles, especially me for some reason but I don’t mind.
She’s okay now, despite the changes to her personality and strange walking.
Since filing the restraining order and telling her parents how batshit insane she was, I’ve not heard from her, and this happened last year.
On the Sunday however, before he DA and facebook disappeared off the internet, this was her DA journal. We spoke to her parents on the Sunday very late when my mother came back, around 11, so before this entry then she deactivated it and closed her FB account. Bitch was fucking off her head.