Creepy Stalking Novels & Stories

I whispered. Theo’s voice was low. “Too long.” I scrolled. More photos. More angles. Some from places that should have been private. Places no one should have access to. My hands started shaking. “This isn’t just surveillance,” I said. “This is stalking.” “Worse,” Theo said. “This is planning.” A new file appeared on the screen. We hadn’t touched anything. It just… opened. A video. I hit play. The footage was shaky. Dark.

“This is just a cheap blackmail from someone, and that means someone has been stalking you.” The last words sent shocks down scarlet's body, wondering who could possibly be lurking out there trying to harm her. Trump's words hung in the air, sending a chill down Scarlet's spine. She pulled back from the hug, her eyes wide with fear. "Stalking? You think someone's been stalking me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. Trump's expression was grim. "It's the most likely explanation. Someone had to have been following you or watching you closely to get a photo like that. We need to take this seriously and figure out who it is."

“I make it my business to know things.” She narrowed her eyes. “That’s called stalking. And that's called creepy, by the way.” “Call it what you want.” I stepped closer. “Creep, you aren't alright. I’m still taking you out.” She crossed her arms. “And what about Isla? You do realize that leaving her alone is not a good option, especially for so long?”

S " What the actual hell is this? Is it some sick joke? Or I got some serious creepy ass stalker? "congratulations you finally figured it out." My subconscious mocked me But how the hell does that stalker know me? Is it him? No it's not how can he? Or why will he? He won't write this shit to me ever. But ugh! It's not good, not at all, but tomorrow we are leaving so it won't be a problem. Who ever you're Mr. Stay the fuck away from me. The day rolled away and night came with its darkness.

ROBERT Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it? Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too. As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.

I have been waiting for about thirty minutes now and I still couldn't find a taxi so I decided to trek since my work place isn't far from the apartment. As I kept walking I had a feeling that someone was following me. I looked back and I saw a guy with a black hoodie, fear gripped me and I started walking very fast. I decided to pass through an alley because it is a short cut and I will be able to lose my stalker. I didn't watch where I was going so I bumped into someone, I looked back and found out it was the stalker. I screamed and I wanted to run always but he was fast and he dragged me back and said 'Charlotte, I've finally found you'

he hisses, and I choke in tears. This was not a random attack at all. This is planned. He was waiting for a moment to get me alone. Who is this psychopath? I don't recognize his voice or his scent at all, and the fact that he whispers so low doesn't help. His voice lacked empathy and sounded demented. Whoever it was was a crazy psychopath. "You're mine now," he growls through gritted teeth. My mind can't think anymore. Someone has actually been stalking me, and right now, here, he wants to take me.

Mind arguing which one I'll cook when in the end, I chose ramen since I'm alone and lazy enough to put so much effort into cooking. I've prepared all that I needed and as I wait for the water to boil, I sat on the chair and grab my phone from my jeans pocket. I open my social media account and began strolling on Acq's I*******m account. This is considered as stalking and it's creepy but what can I do? I can't help it, and no one knew about it anyway.

“Looks familiar?” I shook my head. Then Evan spun his laptop toward us, screen glowing with school records, smudged yearbook photos, and old headlines stacked like a trail of ghosts. “In every high school Celeste’s attended,” he said, “she’s had a stalker. Same script: gifts, dead animals, creepy notes, mysterious shadows. Every time. Different towns, different states. But the patterns? Identical.” Hayden frowned. “Coincidence?”

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”