Creepy Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

"No, I'm glad I came. Because Lauren needs to hear this. She needs to understand what happens when you don't take stalking seriously. When you convince yourself it's not that bad, that you're overreacting, that you can handle it on your own. I didn't even realize what it was. But you do. We all can see what's happening here, and it needs to be dealt with." She turned to Lauren, meeting those whiskey-colored eyes directly. "It gets worse. It always gets worse. Stalkers escalate. If things are not going the way they want, they do the next thing they believe will make it happen. They don't just stop because you ignore them or ask nicely. They keep pushing until something breaks. Either you brea

Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

Herne asked from the door. Warren nodded and buried his face in his hands, “You probably think I'm weak to be crying right now.” He spat and sniffled. “No lad, nothing eases the loss of a loved one. Did the creature on the footage do it?” “She was killed by some dwarf-like creatures. I learned about our red-eyed stalker from a camera phone In Fox Creek. It screamed and knocked everyone in the store out at once. I never saw what happened after,” Warren sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve.

After all she had gone over to his room earlier and would have told him about it if she hadn't met Alpha Westley in the room in his stead. " There's a stalker. I've been feeling like there's someone under this roof stalking me. Who knows, that might be the person. And then, the stalker happened to be just like a flash, I almost didn't catch the sight of him. " Itching her nape, she gave him a tight-lipped smile as she finished.

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.

“I guess you know almost all of them, but there was something - er, someone else that really messed things up for me.” I glanced at her, she was urging me on silently. “Well I’ll just say it. I basically had a stalker. He was following me around, cornering me in the halls. He started leaving these creepy voicemails with just silence and breathing… and the last straw was this note.” Ally grabbed hold of my hand. She didn’t say anything, just nodded and held my hand, concern on her face. Giving me the space to continue. After some silence I exhaled again, trying to get it off of me like this was all actually weighing me down.

There is a thin line between fight or flight, called freeze. Liqufied mass holding her breath in her throat is the evidence. “Having fun?” he pointed his chin to the lingerie bag. If the hoarse, gravelly voice didn’t do the job, his massacring smile does. “Come, I need to talk to you” the limbless puppet roughly pulled to stand and dragged to exit the restaurant. Gone the playboy in Suman. Hello to the raw, cold man. His stalking finally paid off. The image of her in a sexy neon pink sleeping gown pushed the boundaries of stalking to staking. If only he could pursue her…

“What now? Another online boyfriend showing up in Telluride?” “No. One of my stalkers is getting creepy.” Sidney reached down into the bag and pulled up a piece of licorice, nibbling on it nervously. “Just one?” Wes waited for her to respond, but Sidney just stared at him. “Creepy how?” he finally said, his tone leveled. “He’s just gotten really weird. First, he was talking about seeing what my insides look like. You know, quoting Scream. Then, he just said he wanted to catch me walking alone at Telluride and drag me into the bushes to have some fun.”

"Oh, that...dead mice, probably store-bought. You know the one reptile keeper buy for their snakes and such. The sick psycho smears its blood on the box. We are having the box examined, but until we find our stalker, you're not going anywhere alone. I prefer having you here, and now that you're sick I think it's better if you rest." Brice continues on Grady's explanation. "Grady and I already talk about Clara's announcement tomorrow and our pictures and a statement from her as my agent will suffice and she said the silence from our side, will be better as if we are attempting a low profile on our engagement and it's perfect for the stalker situation."