Creepy Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

“But you know the full story, because… because you witnessed it.” Quin’s eyes stayed on me, wide, waiting, silently urging me on. I took a breath that rattled through my chest. “I had a stalker,” I began, my voice trembling. “An obsessive stalker who wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up. Watching me. Making me feel unsafe, scared, dirty.” Quin’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening with protectiveness I didn’t deserve.

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.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Beatrix cursed anyone she came across. The steps of this middle-aged woman are very lively, not inferior to those of an active teenage girl. Her steps were very wide, she could walk several steps in one step. Isn't that amazing? But all those who are in a hurry and panic will do the same. The run that was not fast becomes very fast, the wide strides become very wide. No matter who it is, whether girl or boy is the same. In the bedroom, Dawin lies unconscious. Several maids and bodyguards stood staring at Darwin, daring not to take any action. They didn't even have the courage to even touch Darwin.

He would still be checking in his own city. I began walking faster without meaning to and soon reached the phone booth. As I punched in Krystal's number, I glanced all around again to confirm that no one had their eyes on me. A feeling of dejavu descended. It felt like I had lived this moment before. Weeks ago, two stalkers followed me around, and I ended up getting captured and taken back to the Night Storm. This was how it started, too. I'd felt someone follow me around for days without setting eyes on them.

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

I no longer believed in coincidences. Or did I ever believe in them? Nick: “Define stalking.” Me: “Leave me alone.” Nick: “I heard you moved. Can’t be easy for you.” I almost dropped the phone. I was joking about the stalking. But now? Now I was seriously concerned. Me: “How do you know that?” Nick: “I’m a stalker.” A&&hole. Me: “Tell me the truth.” Nick: “I’m the alpha king.”

It's a whole document, pages and pages, starting with photos scanned in high resolution, OMG the first one me at fifteen outside my school art class with my backpack slung low and hair messy from wind, looking like I didn't have a care in the world, and I stare at it feeling sick because how did he get this, was he there watching me even then, taking pictures like some creep hiding in the bushes? I scroll down and there's more, a timeline almost, me at sixteen in the park sketching trees, me at a cafe with friends laughing over coffee, me walking home alone at night from a part-time job, and then one that makes my blood run cold me in my room at seventeen through the window, undressing with

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..."

I am wearing the same dress that I wore for the party, suddenly I heard footsteps and I turned around to see the same creepy guy from the party standing few feet away from me and he has a smirk on his face, and his eyes are glowing red like a devil. I started feeling cornered and my breathing starts getting frantic and I am shivering, another figure joined him and the person is wearing a hoodie and baseball cap. I didn't recognize the person immediately in my haze but when the person removed the baseball cap I recognized the person and she is the stalker. I can't see her face properly due to my blurriness and the darkness.