Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

To my horror, his footsteps near and I quickly close my eyes not wanting to see anything else, but to my dismay, he grabs my arm dragging me out from under the table, his cheek is still a little red from my slap but his eyes are molten gold, fuelled by rage. “What the hell was that?” he snarls, “They’re Crawlers, creatures who are deadlier than you think, and you should get checked because it’s only going to get worse,” I say quietly, daring not to look down and hope neither does he. “I mean, what the hell did you fucking pull?!” he growls, yanking me closer and I shriek, feeling my breasts hit his chest and I think my tummy touched something. My heart pounds as an odd feeling rushes through

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

It never occurred to them that such an artifact existed in reality. One after another, some people gradually began to converge toward Tyr’s stall. Within ten minutes, almost everyone in the ghost market had gathered before his stall. Looking at this situation, Connie and Dickson were shocked. Yet, at the same time, a bad feeling rose in their hearts. The girl gently tugged the corner of Tyr’s shirt and asked, “Big Brother Tyr, what is this situation? Why is this thing attracting everyone in the ghost market?” “I have no idea.” Tyr narrowed his eyes and scanned those people one by one. Then, he explained, “Since the people of the Night Stalkers Sect do not like people to go to him, so I have

“What guy? Like a detective?” “No. A hacker.” Thomas grinned at her with a devilish smirk. “I will tell you everything, but first I need to say the other thing.” Both of them shot me a curious look and I continued with a smile. “Steven found something. We might have a clue who the stalker is. The owner of the maze is her father.” “Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Thomas eyed me. “Well, we were having such a fun ride, I didn’t want to spoil it.” I shrugged and picked out my mobile to google Spookyville.

she said while looking at me intently, "Just tell me what's going on in your head?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, “I…” My mouth clamped shut, not knowing how to give words to the storm brewing in my head. Sliding her hand over mine, Thea squeezed lightly, “Look, I know something is disturbing you, and I also know it’s related to your stalker. Just…talk to me. I’m here for you,” she said in a voice laced with worry. Grabbing a glass of water, I took a sip and stared her dead in her eyes, “I think he is a werewolf.”

Brooklyn walked backward with fright, her face paling considerably as she stared with horror at her stalker standing at her doorstep. Petrified, she lost her ability to speak while he watched her like a hawk as if about to pounce upon his prey. “Please don’t kill me. I haven’t done anything to you,” she squeaked with terror, words failing her as panic gripped her body. His hazel eyes widened a little but nevertheless, he started approaching her without paying any heed to her words. The stout man along with other men, all clad in black suits stood to attention at her doorstep, waiting for their boss’s instructions. Were they all members of MC Black Devils? Brooklyn looked around to pick up so

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.