Creepy Stalking Novels & Stories

“I don’t feel like listening to you right now, Brixton—not now, not tonight, and not tomorrow. I want you to fucking leave, and I don’t want you to call me either.” To my surprise, he actually gets up without uttering another word and walks out of the apartment, not even slamming the door behind him, just shutting it quietly, and locking it to make sure I’m safe inside. However, the only one I need to stay safe from is him. I sit back down with a bottle of vodka and start drinking right from it, wanting and needing to numb myself to just forget about the wild, disturbing thoughts running rampant through my imagination. I can't believe he's been stalking me for years. I was fourteen when I fi

Rose set this date up to loosen me up and make me happy; Instead, it added to every bad thing already happening to me. “Aww…” I screeched as I bumped into someone who immediately stood in my path. “How fucking blind are yo—“ My words went back into my throat immediately as I looked up at him. My stalker was staring at me, his brows furrowed, and fists folded. “You gave me a week; you said I was free for we—“

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

"Hello, Brice. Nice to see that you're conscious." "Why am I here? what does your boss want with me?" I asked a bit too annoyed, I was feeling helpless. The key was right there, if only I can move my body, I can get out of this place right now. "My boss? gosh, Brice, there's only me." She said as her creepy smile appeared on her face. Then suddenly it dawned on me, that she's the fucking stalker. My body went cold instantly, and I tried my best to remember her face but I couldn't seem to do that simple task either.

“Archer, do you think that thing is still out there?” I knelt beside her, taking her hands in mine. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But whatever it is, I know for sure it was your stalker.” Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “I saw in my side mirror it became a shadowy figure. I caught a glimpse of it when I watched the CCTV footage outside your room.” She looks at me in the eyes. I told her, “They are the same figure.” “What?!” She looked aghast, her grip on my hands tightening. “So you’re telling me that monster… is stalking me. What does it want from me? I don’t recall pissing off someone, let alone a creature that I know nothing about!”

Yvrozz said nonchalantly making the other person hiss on the other line. "Don't 'it's you me... you know that stalking is a crime you know!"His friend said. "Tsk. I already know that besides I know her and she knows me so I guess it's fine. Just help me this time, I can't get out of my penthouse."Yvrozz said making his friend chuckle in the other line.

But before she could make a move, a low growl rumbled through the darkness. The stalker froze mid-step, glancing around nervously. Alyssa felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as something primal echoed through the rain. Another growl, this one closer. Louder. More threatening echoed through the night. From the corner of her eye, she saw it, a huge shadow slipping between the puddles, too large, too fast to be a normal dog. The stalker cursed under his breath and lunged at her, knife raised high. She threw her hands up in front of her face ready for the blow.

I reached for my anxiety medicine, and shoved it down my throat with water. While sitting in my bed, I noticed a notification pop up on my screen. My hands trembled at the caller ID. Creepy Stalker: You think you can change homes and I wouldn't find you. I will find you and very soon, you will be in my arms. My body shuddered in disgust. The creepy man had been stalking me for months now. He would send his weird messages and dirty things to my workplace or home. I looked around at the walls and sighed, “Maybe Nikon is right. There is no place else for me. I do deserve a family who can protect me.”

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.