Tom Kaulitz

At fifteen, I was a typical teenager. I went to school, spent time with friends, spent time on TikTok, watched movies, and dreamed about the future. From the outside, my life seemed perfectly normal, but I had one major flaw, as I thought at the time: I was too easily offended. I took any words, even those spoken in jest, to heart. I often worried and couldn't forget the unpleasant moments for a long time.

The problems kept mounting. Several ex-boyfriends started spreading rumors about me, causing me to endure ridicule and sidelong glances. I tried to pretend everything was fine, but inside I felt very lonely and confused.

Soon, something even stranger happened. An unknown person started following me on TikTok. His profile looked unusual: he posted short, disturbing videos that seemed pointless. At first, I didn't pay any attention, but then I noticed that this person appeared almost everywhere I went.

After a while, I started receiving messages with details about my life that no one else could know. It was as if the stranger was watching my every move. Somehow, he learned my phone number, and later, while our family was away, he secretly installed small surveillance cameras in the house. He monitored what I did, when I woke up, what I liked, who I interacted with, and what my habits were.

With each passing day, the feeling of anxiety only grew stronger. I realized that this was no longer a strange follower, but a real stalker who knew too much about me.