The person who directed you to this site is watching you. He/she lives for the sweet aroma of the electrons that have passed by your perfumed computer screen. He/she thirsts for the soft rhythm of your typing. Your hearts beat as one when you're online. Those long nights when you are at home sleeping, your stalker is wating in a black haze of emptiness, watching for the instant when you again grace the Internet with your presence.
In days long past, stalkers could only reach you if they lived nearby. They would wait for you when you got out of work, following you in your car and then standing outside your window, imagining what you are doing while you go about your life. They call you, the write you snail mail, and se you any chance they can.
Now, through the miracle of the Internet, you can be stalked by anyone in the world. Now they can find you in chat rooms, speaking to you without running up exorbidant phone bills, E-mail instantly and freely, and lurk in your homepage, reloading every five minutes to see if you had made changes. Your stalker will use every gadget on the Internet to be closer to you. ICQ, Yahoo, Xoom, anything and everything invented and unimaginable will become the tools of your stalker.
And now a message from your stalker:
IF NOT, I'LL KILL YOU AND/OR MYSELF!
We here at the Psychoward take no responsibility for any actions your stalker may take.
Coming soon: E-hitman service!