I had two people stalk me at the same time. Which, ultimately led them to find out about each other. It was pretty mild. I posted this before, but on an older and long since deleted account.

One was some psycho girl from one of my classes. She stared at me constantly, and would wait for me after classes. I'd talk to her, I'd be nice. But one time, she got really personal with the questions and subject matter and really physical with her touching I told her to back off. This made something click in her head, and for the next few days, she didn't show to class. I didn't really think about it.

The other was a guy, who I used to be really good friends with. I detached from our friendship, not because he was gay, but because he'd have these fits of anger or pretension when playing video games or sports and it was simply not fun being around him anymore. I guess I felt closer to me than I had thought, or felt to him.

They'd follow me. Through the school campus, or hallways, pretending they were doing something other than watch me. Sometimes they'd watch me simultaneously. I'd get notes from the girl, and phone messages from the guy. Saying the same shit, like "I'm sorry." Or that he loves me, etc.

As far as I know, they had no idea about each other. Maybe acquaintances, but not close enough that they'd talk to one another a lot.

I never told anyone. At least, not while this happened.

One night, a Friday, alone in my house I was playing my Xbox. My living room, with the TV, was right in front of a big window canopy thing, so I could see the street in front of me, if I took glances, which I did. A normal habit. Across the street was an old street lamp. It had a flickering yellow light, and while my game was loading, I looked at it. For no real reason. Then suddenly, a small sedan pulls up, a tan Ford. That's the guy's car. He stops, and his headlights turn off. I watch with my eyes turned, but keeping my head facing the screen. The driver side door opened slightly, and a foot steps out, but then the car illuminated. A reddish, old Lincoln SUV pulls up, directly facing the Ford. It's the Girl's car. Or her mom's, rather. Both cars are idle, and I watch.

The Guy gets out of the Ford entirely. The Girl stops her car, her headlights flicker off, and she steps out of her car.

You guys know that old cartoon gag, where a character dresses exactly like the other character, like a disguise? And they do that thing where they follow each other's exact motions as to not get caught or discovered by the other?

Well a watered down version of that happened. They step out, and walk across the street. Facing each other. Every step almost synchronized. And when they reach the walk way to my door, they stop. Walk back to their cars, and drive off.

"Holy shit." I say to myself. I start laughing my ass off.

I guess they thought I had told the other about their weird actions and one person was watching my back.

I still, only for a few weeks after got stalked by the girl. But then she led off. The guy, I never saw (following me anyway) or talked to for the rest of my time at that school.