My friend thinks she’s being stalked and it feels very real.

I sat on this for almost a week and decided to share it. I am not sure if my friend is being stalked or not, but what recently happened to me has me on edge.<br><br>I just want to say that this is my first time posting on this sub and I am sure it does not fit the mould. I took a figment of my imagination, mixed and matched it with all the horror stories I’ve consumed and created a narrative that is so terrifying I have decided to share it. I hope you enjoy it. <br><br>My friend has been feeling like something is off. She thinks she is being stalked, and her fears manifested in me.<br><br>She’s always thought she was being followed, that things moved when she wasn’t looking, and that she has been touched while she sleeps. She has chalked it down to bad dreams and imagination, but that hasn’t stopped it. <br><br>She moved, got a new job, and has shaken off the past, but she still feels like she is being watched. <br><br>Last week she called me, and I could hear panic in her voice. I live nearby, so I went over. When I got there, I found her neighbours had been hit by a drunk driver. The damage was bad; there was debris all over the place and she was sobbing. <br><br>I stayed for a few hours, and although she didn’t say it, I think what happened terrified her. She was quiet and kept looking out the window. I didn’t pry, I just sat next to her as she processed. <br><br>She called me again the night before last and said she had a bad feeling. I told her to calm down and try and get some sleep, but I am regretting it so much right now. <br><br>Around 4:40 am, I got a call from a “Private Number”. I ignored it, but whoever was on the other end didn’t give up. After 11 minutes of uninterrupted ringing, I picked up. <br><br>I asked who was on the other end, but no one spoke. I was about to hang up when a man said; <br><br>“She’s not OK. You need to go check on her.”<br><br>I was immediately groggy and felt cold. It was around 4:51 am, and I didn’t remember falling back to sleep, but I woke up to the sound of my front door closing. I stumbled out of bed and ran to my front door, hoping it was my friend. <br><br>It wasn’t. The street was empty. <br><br>I ran back inside and called the police. They told me they would send someone over, but the line went dead. <br><br>I called back, but no one answered. I called my friend to see if she was OK, and she did not answer. <br><br>I hated the thought, but I knew I had to go and check on her even though I knew it was a bad idea. <br><br>I found myself outside her apartment, and when I opened the door, I found her sitting on the couch. <br><br>“Is everything OK?” She asked. <br><br>“I got a weird call,” I replied. “Can I stay the night?”<br><br>I fell asleep, but a few hours later, I woke up. I was standing in her kitchen, and there was a note on the fridge. <br><br>“What the hell?” she screamed. “Did you write this?”<br><br>The note read; <br><br>“She’s not OK. You need to go check on her.”<br><br>Sometimes I wonder if it was my imagination. Maybe I made it all up. Maybe I am too deep into the horror rabbit hole. <br><br>But the thought of what happened, and the release of adrenaline whenever I think about it, makes me question whether I am going crazy or not.