30 Women Confess The Most Unhinged “Stalking” They’ve Done, Proving They Should Work For The FBI

They say women have intuition.
But after hearing these stories… it’s more like FBI-level investigative skill.
These women didn’t just “check his Instagram” — they conducted operations.

It all started with a post on Reddit where women confessed the most unhinged stalking they’d ever done. And honestly… you’ll start wondering why the CIA hasn’t started recruiting on dating apps.

Let’s start with this one.

A girl named Amy went on a date with a guy she met at a friend’s party. Great time. Good vibes. Except… she couldn’t remember his last name.
No problem, right? Just ask?
No. Amy had other plans.
She remembered he mentioned graduating from the same high school as her cousin. So what did she do?
She searched YouTube for every graduation video from that year.
She watched hundreds of teenagers in oversized gowns walk across that stage.
Two hours later — she found him.
She paused the video, zoomed in, and took a screenshot of his face.
Then she reverse-searched it, found his Facebook, his dog’s name, and his mom’s cooking blog.
She showed up to their second date knowing everything — favorite movie, hometown, even the exact model of car he drove.
He just thought she was “really good at remembering details.”
He had no idea she’d spent three hours doing full forensic research.

Then there’s Jenna.
Her boyfriend said he was “staying late at work.”
But something felt off.
So she checked his Instagram — nothing new. Then she noticed a comment from some girl under an old photo.
Jenna clicked the girl’s profile.
The girl had a cat.
The cat had orange fur.
The next day, Jenna found a single orange cat hair on her boyfriend’s hoodie.
You know what she did? She matched the pattern.
She zoomed in on the fur in photos and compared it to the one she found.
And yes — it matched.
Turns out, he wasn’t “staying late.”
He was staying over.

Then came Sara.
Sara’s story sounded like something out of a spy movie.
Her boyfriend had been acting weird — locking his phone, whispering, late nights.
So she sewed a tiny GPS tracker inside his work bag.
Every few days, she’d sneak it out, charge it, and sew it back in.
She tracked him for three weeks.
When the map showed his location near an apartment complex one night, she drove there.
She waited outside in her car, watching from a distance.
He wasn’t cheating.
He was taking night classes — secretly, because he wanted to surprise her with a promotion.
Sara cried all the way home.
She said she realized she’d crossed a line she could never uncross.

Then there’s Mila.
She didn’t have tracking devices — she had creativity.
After a bad breakup, she decided to “cope” by building her ex’s apartment inside The Sims.
Every room, every wall color, every tiny detail — all accurate.
She even recreated his cat.
Then she’d log in every night and “check in” on him, pretending to talk to the Sim version of him like he could hear her.
It was weirdly comforting — and incredibly sad.
She said it helped her let go… one pixel at a time.

But some of these confessions were just plain unsettling.
Like one woman who admitted to going through her boyfriend’s trash.
She found a receipt from a restaurant she didn’t recognize.
So she drove there, asked to see the menu, and questioned the staff about what time he was there.
When they described the woman he’d been with — she said she “just smiled, thanked them, and left.”
And then she threw the receipt away, like burying the evidence.

Another said she muted everyone on Instagram — except her boyfriend.
That way, she’d only see the posts he liked.
It became her morning routine.
Coffee… and investigation.
She started to know the usernames of random girls he followed better than her own friends.
She said, “I could tell you their zodiac signs, their favorite colors, and where they vacationed last summer — all without leaving my couch.”

One woman admitted she broke into her ex’s house.
He’d left the back door unlocked.
She didn’t steal anything.
She just wanted to “see what his new life looked like without her.”
She sat on the couch for ten minutes.
Looked at new pictures on the walls.
And then she left.
She said, “I felt invisible — but at least I saw it with my own eyes.”

Not all of these were about love, though. Some were about obsession.
A girl named Tara said she made a fake account pretending to be a guy — just to see if her crush would flirt back.
He did.
She felt victorious… for about ten minutes. Then she deleted everything.
Because winning felt hollow when she had to lie to get there.

After reading hundreds of these, one thing was clear — it’s not really about stalking.
It’s about curiosity gone too far.
People desperate to confirm what their gut already knew — or to hold on to something that’s slipping away.

And honestly? It’s scary how easy it is to do.
A username here. A geotag there.
A clue hidden in a reflection, a comment, a “seen at” notification.
It’s like detective work… but the target is someone you love.
Or used to love.

Maybe the real takeaway is this — when people feel ignored, confused, or lied to, they start hunting for truth in the wrong ways.
And sometimes, finding it costs more than staying in the dark ever would.