Novel & Cerita Creepy Stalkers

But today had been quite bizarre; I had been walking through this alley for close to ten minutes by my estimation and not a single soul was in sight creepy huh? I was almost out of the alley when I suddenly heard footsteps and I turned to see a group of guys headed my way too. Something strange about the way they walk; they all had dark hoods that reminded you of those stalkers in horror movies; why do I keep referring to horror movies? Well, maybe it's because I am kinda hooked on that genre. I was hoping they would walk past me, but they didn't and I became very suspicious of their movement. I decided to increase the pace at which I walked; clearly, no one would want to die in the alley.

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. "Nothing," I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. "Chances are good there won't be a DNA match." This surprised me. "Why do you say that?" His eyes intensified. "He's smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side." I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. "Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us."

Why else would these gangsters keep barging into our living room demanding stuff? "We really need to do something about this situation. I'm scared to even step out of the house. I know for sure Victor show up at the restaurant and won't even bat an eye before kidnapping me. Oh god! The idea of being alone with Victor makes me so sick." Scarlett was clearly having a panic attack. I can't even blame her because Victor was pretty serious about taking matters in his own hands. "We need someone who can scare Victor." Scarlett said. Asher Lancaster. "Someone who is more powerful than Victor." She added

I saw the elevator's lights and it felt like finally, I can escape Its just a few more seconds then I can yell for help. The stairs are few meters away from me and the stalker is also behind me. It happened in slow-motion, something hard had hit my head. The pain is unbearable and due to the pain and the hit on the head I can't see properly, and I stumbled down the stairs and I don't know that I stumbled or the stalker pushed me but iam stumbling down the stairs. It felt like my every bone is being smashed. After stumbling down the stairs my body stopped at the end of the stairs and my vision is blurry, every inch of my body is aching. I saw the stalker approach me slowly but due to my blurr

The dumb man began to plead, "I thought I would be doing you a favour, seeing that you were always stalking her. I thought to bring your queen home." "Get out!" She heard Darius scream. "Sir?" "Get out! Before I lose my fucking temper." Korina wondered what it would be like if he actually lost his temper since with his present attitude, he hasn't lost it yet. So Darius is the name of my stalker, She wondered and then it hit her that she was in her stalkers abode and he was a psycho and she had to scream now like an actual kidnapped person, she had to scream.

The stalker is everywhere, And nowhere. The stalker gets stalked They sit in our seats And feed our children They walk in the streets like us In the end, We are all stalkers. **** The door swung open and his hazel eyes were the first thing I noticed, then his white shirt and black trousers. His steps feeling gracious like he was the king of the world. Wait!

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe