Creepy Stalking Novels & Stories

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.”

“So, what do you think of him?” Maia showed Anaya a picture from her phone and Anaya frowned. “Hell no, is that your guy?” Anaya asked and Maia laughed out loud. “Noooo! There’s no way I’m going to go out with someone like him. He’s the one I told you about that kept on stalking me because of his black girl fetish.” “Ohh.” Anaya took a closer look at the man before biting off from her pizza. “His face totally screams stalker vibes.” She chuckled.

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

He added and my heart skipped a beat in shock. My skin crawled as I realised it was the voice of my stalker. This is actually getting more creepy. I thought I had already won after trying to neglect his text for weeks, but he seemed to always find a way to get in touch with me. He is persistent and never stops. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even though I wanted to run right now. What if he is outside looking at me through some sort of camera. "I want to see you," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "Just meet me once, and I'll leave you alone," he said.

“Yes. Because someone followed you from Alexander’s place and probably ended up here, so that means they know where you live. This person comes back again and sends someone to hand you a note, a note that says, and I quote. I see you. And you’re not a bit concerned?” I rolled over, stuffing my face into my pillow. “It’s not that deep.” “It is that deep, Kim. You got followed. And then someone went out of their way to hand you a creepy one-liner on actual paper, as if it were 2003. That’s stalker behavior.” I turned my head slightly. “You’re being dramatic.” She groaned and stood up, pacing a little. “I’m not. And the fact that you’re so chill about it is driving me nuts. What if it’s not Adr

I'm only dedicated to following her mostly because we live where Kane can pounce at any moment, and he is not taking Mad from me. The technology answers, "Stalking is an intrusive and damaging crime, with varied psychological torture, traumatic effects, and physical and practical impacts on victims from repeated and unwanted contact by perpetrators that cause victims to experience fear for their safety. It is most dangerous when it occurs as part of an abusive relationship. An attempt to end an abusive relationship can cause an abuser to become more possessive, which may lead to stalking. Three out of ten college women suffer emotional or psychological injury from being stalked."

"Liam, you can't be here. You shouldn't miss me. We aren't a thing or soo..., what you are doing is called stalking. I'm going to call 911." " You wish!" " What?!! Are you alright? Have you hit your head? Noo, no, have you lost your mind?" " You feel it, don't you? The connection,..., the feeling...., the scent. I know you love it, you miss it.., you want it. "

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.