Romans & histoires Creepy Stalking

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?

' 'Stalking ' My spine straightened up involuntarily at these words . Stalking Stalking Stalk - The day at the park ! Banging on my computer table I stood up , my heart thudding anxiously , while my palms started sweating . The day at the park when I was with Jacob , someone was there , someone was really there - yes it could have been a coincidence and maybe someone was just passing by . But - But what if someone was really stalking us ? I was certain that I felt someone's gaze locked upon me and Jacob and if someone was just passing by , how was it possible for them to vanish into thin air just like that ? Why would they try to hide when I turn to look at them ..

Adrian said to me. "Okay then, Adrian, but before you hang up, just know that the reason why I want you to come over is because someone is stalking me, so if you still don't want to come over despite knowing this, no problem then," I said to Adrian, knowing that there was no way he would still refuse to come over after learning that someone is stalking me. "Wait just a minute, did you just say that someone is stalking you?" Adrian asked me immediately. "Yes, someone is stalking me," I said to him in reply.

Tears begin to blur my vision as he cups my mouth with his hand. "I've been watching you for a long time," he hisses, and I choke in tears. Who is this psychopath? I don't recognize his voice at all, and the fact that he whispers so low doesn't help. My mind can't think anymore. Someone has actually been stalking me, and right now, here, he wants to take me. This is not a random attempt. This is planned. 'You're mine now," he growls through gritted teeth before lowering his head to kiss my neck. His ragged breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine.

, She exclaimed, raising her hand. “How about you help me in finishing all these things?” I asked, ignoring the fact that she again called my savior a creepy stalker. . Third Person’s POV . I was in shock! I was literally in shock, realizing what Falak thought about me. You could call me a creepy stalker because all my work was like one. In fact, I had also installed a chip under her table so that I could hear her melodious voice whenever I wanted, and I was thankful that I was hearing what kind of conversation she was having with her friend.

"I’m not stalking you, Sarah. I’m not here to fight about the board or the shares." "You’re lurking in cars and running at me in the street, Tyler," she snapped, her voice drawing the attention of a few passing pedestrians. "That is the literal definition of stalking. If you don't turn around right now, I will call the police and I’ll report you for harassment."

He looked around to see no Win. ". .. I... For few days i.. I am feeling odd. When i go out, i feel someone is stalking me. Sometimes i see some people lurking around outside our home. I wanted to tell you but i was so scared. Today i heard someone knocking on the door and when i peeped through the window they were unknown people. I am scared ". He burst out into tears. Cyrus looked at him with horrific eyes. He pulled him back into his embrace. His forehead was creased.

It was what I did whenever I was nervous as a teen, to keep me grounded, but now I was a grown woman with beautiful glossed acrylic nails and I couldn't chew this foreboding feeling away. The last time I was stalked, I was a sophomore in college, and it was this creep who was obsessed with me. It was never a good feeling; the sensation of being watched, having to look back over your shoulders now and then, jumping at every little thing because my mind was never at ease. Eventually, the creep was dealt with. But now fifteen years later, that ominous feeling has started to come back.

She pulls back immediately, shrinking from my touch. “Little deer,” I whisper, using the same voice I used when I stalked her, back when I was just a shadow in the dark. Her body goes still in my arms, and after a few seconds, she slowly peeks up at me. It’s like a switch flips inside her—recognition, safety, the strange comfort she found in her stalker. In me. She breaks down, her sobs shaking her body as she clings to me, finally giving in.

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”