The creepiest I've ever gotten is my ex boyfriend believing any coincidental interaction is a "sign" we should be together.

But I aspire to be a victim of hard-core stalking someday.

"Anyone stalked by an astronaut from low earth orbit? Because if so, you stole my screenplay idea."

hahaha that is just too hilarious!

Once a guy who had a crush on me called my job repeatedly after I turned him down for drinks. Then he showed up with a shotgun looking for me. Pretty sure some big guys took him out back and and roughed him up. I think it got the point across...

One of my exes threatened to blow up my car all mafioso style -- does that count?

I was once accused of stalking someone, but it turns out it was my doppelganger. Can you imagine the frickin' bad luck? Why couldn't this chick have won the lottery or scored a role in a major hollywood movie? Jeez...

I had this boyfriend in high school. We dated for about two years, until he broke up with me. After which he began calling me (at all hours of the night) and literally crying about how horrible his life is without me. I, by this time, had moved on and started hanging out with a much better looking dude. Two years later, this guy is my husband. A year after that (after the birth of my daughter) my ex from high school showed up at my husband's work, drunk and armed with a switchblade (howling for my husband to come over and fight him). He snuck in the back employee entrance, fully expecting my husband to be there working. Unfortunately for him, it was like, 2:30 in the morning so he wasn't there. The security guys were there, however, and it was very fun watching the tape of him getting the crap kicked out of him the next day when we had to identify who the nutball was who snuck in in the middle of the night.

I guess the really insane part about it was that 1) he broke up with me and 2) it was like, three years AFTER we had broken up and moved on.

Then, shortly after that, I got a threatening facebook message from the girlfriend of a guy (who I hadn't ever even dated) that I knew back in gradeschool, telling me that I better back off her man or she'd come and try to kick my ass. I hadn't even talked to him in years!

Long story short, I'm glad none of these people know where I live or are smart enough to pilot a plane.

My ex told me that if I ever left him he would come to my house, ring the doorbell and after answering it, he would then throw battery acid in my face. After my face healed, he said he would come back and do it again.

I broke up with a guy a couple months before prom because he cheated on me. He begged me not to break up with him and left me desperate messages constantly, but I told him that cheating was a dealbreaker for me. He started to approach me at school to ask if I would at least still go to prom with him. I considered it, but then he told me he thought prom would be a great chance for him to show me how we belong together, so that shut the door on the whole prom situation. Unfortunately, he did not seem willing to give up. He made a sign that said "will u go too prom with meee?!" and held it up outside one of my classes. For an hour and a half. I tried to ignore him, but everyone was pretty fascinated by his public display of...bad grammar. Even though I continued to shoot him down every time he asked, he eventually showed up at my house and asked me infront of my parents, who totally sided with him and insisted, despite my protests, that I would, infact, go to prom with him. I stuck by my guns and you know what?

He went to prom with the girl he cheated on me with. Turns out she was originally going to be out of town for a wedding that night, but her plans changed. Thank god.

Good God, crazy exes. How much space do I get?

1) Wasn't a boyfriend, but some weird creepy guy that was 12 years older, got a crush on me when I was 12 (and still flat as a pan bottom); he spent the next 8 years following me around and begging me to go out with him.

2) High school ex, got mad when we broke up and told everyone at school and our church that we had slept together so everyone would think I was a slut. And everyone did, even though nothing happened and I was still a virgin.
(Bonus: Got back at him years later by actually sleeping with his best friend)

3) College ex, was into vampirism and wanted to taste my blood. This was a decade before Twilight, mind you, and this obsession was a little freaky for my taste.

4) THE FREAKIEST OF THEM ALL: Got so jealous that I was forbidden to have male friends or even talk to other males, locked me in the house, threatened to kill me, kept a shotgun by the bed, and constantly reminded me how fat and ugly I was. He never remembered when my birthday was or even how old I was and would get enraged if I refused to remind him. (We were together for several years at this point.) I finally left him while he was at work one night. I still think he was bipolar.

This plane story is insane. So are the stories in the comments. Wow!
Mine is tame in comparison.
Some guy was camping out in front of my building. It wasn't the fanciest neighborhood and I though he was one of my neighbor's customer. The only thing that crossed my mind as I saw him there every night was "This guy is seriously addicted to weed."
Two weeks later, he came to talk to me on my parking lot, extending his hand. In a stupid reflex, I shaked it. And then he started saying stuff like he was obsessed with me, couldn't focuss on anything since he saw me in my flat two weeks before, how he was staying on my street every evening in the hope of catching a glipse of me, etc, even after I told him I had a boyfriend. And all this time, he wouldn't let go of my hand.
It was the scariest moment of my whole life. Thank god he was actually a stable guy and I never saw him ever again.

I once had a guy after the second date start calling me 15-20 times day and night. Sometimes saying I was amazing and he loved me and other times telling me i was a bitch and he was going to kill me if i didn't call him back (i wouldn't answer the phone after a day) I had to change my number, but that just mad him more enraged. He ended up coming to my house at 3 in the morning with a baseball bat and smashed in some windows trying to get in. My father beat the crap out of him and then we had him arrested. Turns out he did this to 3 other women and now he's in jail for a long while

To fully understand this creepy relationship, you need to fully understand that Joe* wasn't a practicing pedophile. Also: you need to understand that I'm not this much of a pathetic dork all the time.

I met Joe at an anime convention while I was dressed as a school girl from Battle Royale. Now, at 5'2" with adorable freckles, I have a tendency to look much younger than I am, and Joe was a foot taller, 4 years older than me, and was an architect no one's an architect! That's a job for people in indie films! We...hit it off? It's more like I flirted with him harmlessly, then he bought me lunch and said we were dating. Luckily, he lived in Virginia, while I hail from New Jersey. Now, about one month into talking to him on the internet, he was suddenly my boyfriend, and I, in my 19 years of wisdom, was totally. down. I would visit him in Virginia sometimes and he would do things like call me "adowable." in a baby voice, and "sooo cyuuuuuute".

That's when he said this: "I wish we could live in a society where it was socially acceptable to have sex with our children until they can find partners of their own." Now, while that was an absolutely terrifying statement to hear, I focused on the "I wish" part of the statement and stayed with him. Until he said "You better be careful if we have a daughter....I mean, I hope you aren't the jealous type." That was followed shortly by "I have a father/daughter fetish, can you call me Daddy?"

A month later, I broke up with him in person, because I'm classy like that. His response? He rejected the break up. We weren't broken up to him. For another month he pretended we were dating while living 8 hours apart and after I broke up with him. In the end, he called me one day and said "I don't think you're here for me." and my response was "I'M NOT. BECAUSE WE ARE BROKEN UP. I BROKE UP WITH YOU A MONTH AGO."

Then I never answered the phone again.

*I totally changed his name.

Oh, I forgot the guy who I dated for a month my first year of college. He refused to touch me below the waist and once, after a night of dry humping and awkward breast touching, KNELT. ON THE GROUND. AND PRAYED TO GOD. FOR GUIDANCE. while walking me back to my dorm.

This one’s a little different. I was stalked once, but not by an ex. While in college, I let a girl in class borrow a pen. Come to find out, she was a lesbian.
Now being a lesbian is all well and good, I just don’t swing that way (and even had a long-term boyfriend at the time).
Well, after what I like to refer to as “Pengate” (when I let her borrow the pen) she would follow me around campus.
Like really follow me around, like jump out from behind bushes and buses follow me around.
She would tell me all about her life (I tried to be nice and listen, she seemed sad, and I’m perhaps a little too nice). It was horrible. She had a pretty serious drug habit and some other problems.
So eventually she asked me to local gay bar (Boneshakers, if you’re wondering) and I, of course, told her no. She already knew I had a boyfriend.
Later that semester, the day before Halloween, she found me (by this time I had changed my entire walking pattern on campus to avoid her) and gave me a goodie bag full of candy.
I got home and checked it out -- turns out it was old.
This went on for several months despite avoidance, and me straight-up telling her I wasn’t interested.
It was weird.

Yes you can; >Up In The Air!

Went out for lunch ONCE with this dude and was left unconvinced. Dude was paranoid and obsessed with people looking him in the eye, so I freaked out and dumped him. Dude worked in a building next to mine and we shared the parking lot but he got fired and I was relieved that I didn't have to see him anymore. Dude had to go back for a severance check that was owed to him and came to my office asking for me, wanting to start things over now that he had a new job (start what over?), dude was sent packing in public. Dude got fired from second job. Dude came to my office looking for a job in my department reporting to my boss. Dude got the job. Dude told people we had been in a relationship and he broke my heart, people got convinced it was true. Dude started stalking me but got scared after finding out I'm not a doormat and his paranoia got to eleven. Dude was fired after three months for being completely inefficient. Swear I had nothing to do with it. People now believe me when I say he's a lunatic.

Oh my gosh, this blog post just made me giggle hysterically. Thank you, so much. This site + yoga + comfort food is what gets me through fights with my boyfriend. Please keep it up (forever. Or I will get in my hovercraft and position it above your house while playing really bad breakup music... "Baby come back! You can blame it all on meee!")

I think this shit happens, in part, because when guys do stuff like this in the movies, it's "romantic", and he gets the girl in the end. Not that I'm blaming the media- I'm blaming people who don't understand that real life does not work that way.
I had a boyfriend who often tried to "kill himself." For attention. I eventually stopped buying it. He also impleid that if I ever left him, he'd kill me, my whole family, and maybe even his own for good measure. Eventually, he ended up just trying to kill me. I survived (barely), but it was the last straw for the relationship, let me tell you. Oh, and none of this actually covers the worst stuff he did.
There are guys out there who do stuff that, if it were done to prisoners of war, would be in violation of the Geneva convention, but being "romantic fools in love,' it's somehow just par for the course.

Once, when I was in a high school musical, some random guy snuck backstage and- woah! it's totally red squiggly underlining snuck like it's not even a word...I'm beginning to doubt myself- anyway, he nearly made it into the dressing room before he was stopped and interrogated by some light crew guys. He said he was a talent agent of some sort and sent a messenger into the dressing room to tell me that I'm awesome and he wants to talk to me at intermission. All the ladies in there with me proceeded to make sudden, high pitched noises that persisted for several minutes. Meanwhile, back in the hearing world, the light crew had continued to investigate the situation and- through garbled, drunken speech and violent tendencies- managed to deduce that this guy was not, how shall we say, legit.
The screaming girls were very disappointed.