Creepy Stalking Novels & Stories

It was the fact she felt that she was certain someone was watching her this time. Since she began receiving all the mysterious, creepy, sweet messages, she concluded she was being stalked. Private number -happy birthday my love, you are so perfect, so beautiful, Perfectly made for me. I hope you love the gifts I got you, as I am sure you have loved others. Till we meet, bye. Korina stared at the message and swallowed hard, earlier she had made sure all her doors, windows and possible break-ins were well secured. She stared at the text again, it was a private number, inaccessible and untraceable.

Skip How did I turn into a creepy stalker? WHEN ARELLA didn’t reply to my text, I drove to her apartment and she was just leaving. I trailed her car not close enough for her to see me or suspect someone was following her. It might freak her out. I watched Arella entered the café. I didn’t have any idea if she was meeting someone or probably her brother since their last encounter didn’t end well. A few minutes later, a woman in a blue dress entered. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on where did I saw her.

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.”

We were supposed to come out to have fun, and I’ve practically ignored her the entire time. “Are you okay, girl?” She asks, grabbing my hand and my attention. I open my mouth to tell her I’m fine, but everything comes pouring out. “No, I have a stalker who keeps sending me gifts and creepy pictures. I don’t know who it is or how they keep getting these gifts into my workplace, but they keep showing up,” I tell her, squeezing her hand for comfort. “I feel like someone is going to jump out at any minute and grab me, so my heart is pounding, and it’s getting hard to breathe.”

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.

“Walking into your apartment unseen, watching you touch yourself, following you home the night you left my place after you saw me shift for the first time, and mask my office so no one thinks of coming in here until I am very much done with you.” “What the fuck?!” I muttered. It was already enough that he was making himself known as some creepy stalker who had a weird amulet that made him do things without being seen. At first, I thought werewolves were a myth; now there were witches, too?!

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

The creepiest ones were the ones that looked like they were being taken from outside our window. That one gave me the chills. “What is this?” Chasity asked with confusion clear on her face and in her tone. “Someone has been stalking my family and me,” I said in a tone, that showed a bit of fear. I did not want to say it, but this scared me a bit. It was really creepy and I want to tell my parents, but I can’t; at least not yet. “That is really creepy. How long has this been going on?” she asked, emphasizing the word ‘really’ to me.

Just a little time. He stared at me for a long second, then scoffed. “Nice try,” he said, stepping even closer. “But I’m not wasting another second.” How could anyone be this obsessed with sex? Especially with having sex with me. To the point of stalking me into the woods. It made no sense, and that somehow made it worse. His eyes were dark with hunger, stripped of anything human, and my skin crawled just looking at him. There was no talking my way out of this. I knew it the second he took another step forward and reached out for me.

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..