How a Left-Wing Online Group Ended Up Stalking Me — Episode 009

The very night I discovered her stalking diary— exactly at 11 p.m.— I got a notification on my phone.

The package I had shipped her, the second pair of shoes, had just arrived at the convenience store she had chosen for pickup.

The timing was insane.

And in that moment, I wanted one thing more than anything:

to see her face. The face of the woman who had been tracking me, collecting my data, mapping my life piece by piece.

So my husband and I got in the car and drove toward that convenience store. I even contacted the police, told them everything, and they agreed to accompany us.

I wanted to confront the real person behind the far-left troll identity. I wanted to see what kind of person would go this far just to harm a stranger for political reasons.

But that night… she never showed up.

Not a glimpse. Not a shadow. Nothing.

Standing there, holding the package she was supposed to retrieve, I suddenly realized something:

My name and my phone number were printed right there on the shipping label.

So I took out a pen and blacked out every bit of personal information I could find— my name, my number, everything.

Then I filed an official police report right there at the store.

After that, we drove home. The adrenaline faded. The anger didn’t.

And then morning came.

To be continued in Episode 010.