Novel & Cerita Creepy Stalkers

Or maybe it was because the place was massive and they had took a turn and she had not noticed. She cursed under her breath, stopped sobbing, wiped her face with the back of her hand before deciding to just continue to walk. But now, it was not only the nightcrawlers she had to worry about, but also the guy called The Reaper that had attacked Hunter and the others, even killing three of them. She was on alert, looking everywhere at any chance she got. She had not even walked for twenty minutes and she sensed something heavy. It was like she could feel that something or someone was stalking her.

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

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.”

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

You aren't worried about my well being? Talker crush. If you were threatened, you wouldn't have came online so that means... Peachbaby. So you aren't bothered?:( Talkercrush. You know I am but do you know any other thing about this so called creep? Peachbaby. The creep is a guy and he goes to our school. Talkercrush. Do you know what this means? Peachbaby. It means I'm being stalked by a weirdo who may or may not be a serial killer?

"I’d say see you in hell, but I plan on living in paradise while you rot here." They didn't just leave. Julian took a heavy, iron-framed chair from the corner and wedged it firmly under the door handle, trapping me inside. He knew the glass was too thick for me to break, and the door was too heavy for a dying woman to move. I was helpless. A bite from one of the *Stalkers*—the faster, more vicious evolved creatures—had left my left leg a blackened mess of necrotic tissue. The infection was climbing. I could hear them now—the heavy, rhythmic thud of something inhuman dragging its weight down the corridor.

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

Of course. I still didn't look at him. I can't disclose my identity on my first day stalking him. If I get exposed, not only I'll get a warning from my supervisor. I'm also going to lose my only chance to use this chance to bounce up to another promotion and to have my industrial and biggest break nationally. "It's fine, I told you it's no one's fault. People were clamoring earlier. Maybe because the space is quite limited. My name is Ali, you are? I noticed that you weren't making any eye contact with me. Are you scared of me?"

The arrival of the "Stalkers" turned the "Unmapped" North into a "Living Theme Park." These were not the Architects with their clinical logic, nor the "Voters" with their distant indifference. These were the "Obsessed"—the humans who had spent years "Subscribed" to the Thorne-Blackwood bloodline, and who had used the Gallery’s fall as an opportunity to physically enter their favorite "Exhibition." They stood in the courtyard, their modern fabrics looking like "Narrative Errors" against the violet-gold stone of the keep. They didn't have weapons; they had "Observation Units"—devices that recorded every scent, every tear, and every drop of biological gold.