I’m not sure if this is the right place to post, but I’m positive that I’m being stalked by a serial killer

I’m not sure if this is the right place to post, but I’m positive that I’m being stalked by a serial killer.<br><br>I don’t even know why, but it feels like my whole life I always have this weird paranoia, as if I always have this weird feeling that something’s coming for me. I know that sounds crazy, but I’ve always had this kind of feeling. I’m a paranoid person by nature though, so that might not mean anything.<br><br>This whole thing actually started about a year ago. I was dating this guy that I met on tinder, and he had invited me up to his place in the middle of the night. I was already kind of high at the time, and I didn’t want to drive all the way back home, so I decided to go. <br><br>This was the first time at his place, and I was pretty drunk at the time, so I had to go to the bathroom almost immediately. I keep thinking about this, and in hindsight it might have been some kind of sign. At that time, it didn’t really seem that weird, but looking back, it almost seems as if he wanted me to have some kind of tour of his place before it was time to kill me. It’s crazy to think about, but I think I was just so drunk at the time that I couldn’t notice it.<br><br>He took me to the bathroom, and I noticed there were two doors that went into it. It kind of seemed like a weird thing to do, but I just went straight to business. When I was done, I tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn’t open. I figured that this was probably because the locks were a little new, so I tried to negotiate with the locks for a while, and eventually opened the door. I kind of forgot about it a little while after that, and we went to bed. <br><br>The next morning, I decided to go home. I hadn’t slept the entire night, and I was pretty hungover, so I decided to get my ass out of there. When I first walked outside, I noticed that his house was surrounded by woods. I don’t know why, but even at the time, it seemed really unusual. I took a glance at the neighbor’s house, and noticed that it was almost completely surrounded by open land. I don’t know why I thought that, but it was almost as if his house was surrounded by woods and overgrown trees on purpose. <br><br>I decided to go home, and about a week later, he texted me and asked if I wanted to go out again. I kind of hadn’t thought about it too much, but the first night he took me to the bathroom, so I decided to forget about it and agreed to go out again. I kind of figured that maybe he just didn’t know how to use locks properly, and that there was probably some pretty complicated science behind it that I wasn’t aware of. <br><br>This time, he took me fishing. I decided that I’d try to forget the last night, and that I wasn’t going to let some fucking locks ruin my whole time with this guy, so I agreed to go. The first time I saw him, he was wearing a fisherman’s jacket, so I thought it would be a pretty normal thing to do. I wasn’t really sure where we were going, but he took me to this lake in the middle of nowhere. I’ve lived in this state my whole life, and I had no idea that this lake even existed. The only thing I really remember is the way that he looked at me that day, and how he smiled when he saw me. <br><br>It still creeps me out whenever I think about it. He had some kind of grin, and his eyes were beaming. It was like he had just won the lottery, and the jackpot was me. It’s not even an exaggeration, his whole face lit up, and he looked at me with this kind of excitement that I’d never seen before. He had this kind of smirk too, and all I remember is that everything about him just seemed completely insane. <br><br>We went on the lake, and at first he was pretty normal. But as the day went on, I started to notice that he had these huge mood swings. One moment, he’d be talking to me and acting like my boyfriend. The next, he’d be screaming at me to stop making a noise or something. It’s not like I was even talking that loud, it was just that he was so sensitive. <br><br>I decided to get in my car and go home, but when I did he started freaking out at me. He started screaming at me that he wanted to drive me back, and that I couldn’t leave him like that. I have no idea why I did it, but for some reason I decided that I’d let him drive me home. I don’t know if it was gaslighting or something, but he seemed to really genuinely care about me, so I decided to give him another chance. <br><br>I probably spent at least 100 days with him, before he started showing his real personality. I don’t even know how to explain it, but at first he’d always want to be with me. He’d always tell me that he loved me, and that he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Eventually, though, he started being mean to me. He’d start making all these passive comments about me. He’d tell me that I was fat, and that he couldn’t stand looking at my face. <br><br>Eventually, he started hitting me. I tried to leave him, but he wouldn’t let me. I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long, but I knew that if I tried to leave he’d kill me. I remember this one night in particular that I decided I’d had enough, so I decided to call the cops. He caught me on the phone, and he completely lost his shit. He broke my phone, and he fucking beat me to death. I thought that I was going to die at that time, and I knew that I had to get away from him. <br><br>It’s been about 3 months since then, and I haven’t seen him since. I moved to a different city after that, and I haven’t talked to him at all. But the past few weeks, I’ve started to get really weird feelings. It’s the same paranoia I had before I met him, except this time it’s even worse. I feel like I’m being watched everywhere I go, and I’m constantly on edge. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like he’s coming for me again. I’ve had a few weird experiences, and I’m starting to think that it might be true. <br><br>Yesterday I went to the park, and I saw a guy with a black ski mask sitting at the other end of the park. It was pretty unusual, but I wasn’t really thinking about it too much at the time. I decided to go home, but when I turned around, he was right behind me. I don’t know how he got there, but he was pretty close. I kind of panicked a little, and I decided to get out of there. <br><br>I got home and decided to forget about it, but the whole thing is still on my mind. I’m not sure if this is the right place to post, but I thought I’d share it just in case it’s what I think it might be.