When stalking and kidnapping merge...
Friend of mine went up to Edinburgh to a gig with a few mates. Probably Christian Death, Alien Sex Fiend, or something. It doesn’t really matter.

Anyway, he got flirty with a rather nice looking girl in a pub after the gig. She lived locally, she fancied him, he quite fancied her, and, not having any real responsibilities at that point in his life, took her up on her invitation to go back to hers. Suffice to say, they didn’t get much sleep that night…

However, when he got up the next day to catch the train back home, she flipped big style, saying how much she loved him and she didn’t want to be parted from him. After 3 days he was still there, somewhat concerned for his own safety and unable to leave the house or make it known that he really needed to get home, for fear of having his throat slit (really – she was that much of a psychopath). On day four, and having run out of smokes, he managed to convince her that he just needed to go down to the newsagents to get some more, and did she want him to pick anything up for her, like milk? And as it’s just at the end of the street, and to prove that he’d be back, left his jacket on the armchair…

At which point he legged it to the railway station and freedom. Minus a good leather jacket, granted, but still with windpipe intact. Every time he went back to a gig in Edinburgh, he was constantly looking over his shoulder in case she was there. More than once, he just managed to avoid her. Even on occasions when his mates went up and he didn’t, she would clock them and ask ‘where Sean was’.

In a completely unrelated incident, my ex wife's mate Nicky was attacked by the same nutter because she was out with her then boyfriend. She took a shine to him, and decided she wanted him herself…
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 1 Feb 2008, 14:20, 1 reply)

when stalking and kidnapping merge
it's called stalknapping.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 19:08, closed)