Creepy Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

As this world won't let us be in love. I love you, my taara, we will meet soon. I will take you with me as this world won't let us live or die with peace. I won't let anyone come in our way. We will stay together forever. I will kill anyone who'll come between us. And I am not joking at all. And you will know that as well. Your A.S " What the actual hell is this? Is it some sick joke? Or I got some serious creepy ass stalker?

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread

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.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Can he be any more irritating? " Look, just stop all of this. You wouldn't get anything by stalking me, always staring at me like some creep. Following me and coming to my workplace every day, it's not romantic. It's not heartwarming. It's disgusting. It's creepy. It shows just your craziness, your obsession not your love."

“Walking into your apartment unseen, watching you touch yourself, following you home the night you left my place after you saw me shift for the first time, and mask my office so no one thinks of coming in here until I am very much done with you.” “What the fuck?!” I muttered. It was already enough that he was making himself known as some creepy stalker who had a weird amulet that made him do things without being seen. At first, I thought werewolves were a myth; now there were witches, too?!

The next swipe made all of us scream She had screenshots of my old I*******m stories. Stories I deleted, stories that were up for ten minutes because I hated how my face looked. There were notes typed underneath each screenshot, little comments analyzing my expressions, my mood, what I might’ve been thinking. Like a detective, but obsessed. “Maya…” I whispered. “Yeah, no, I don’t like this anymore,” Maya said, her voice wobbling. “This is… this is giving crime documentary.” “I told you !” Sienna squeaked. “I said stalkers were sexy but this is not what I meant. I meant li…like a hot guy in a hoodie who writes poetry, not this girl spying like a freaky creepy CIA”

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.