Romans & histoires Creepy Stalking Stories

* Eric, my other best friend, and future gamma added. His wolf runs to my left, a large black and white beast who is fast, nibble, and intelligent, a perfect combination for my second and third in command. The creature we are currently chasing has been stalking women across the country. I say creature, because this thing is definitely supernatural, we just don’t know what type of supernatural. It has been making its way closer to the town that our pack inhabits. We have heard whispers of it from different packs all around the country. This thing is roaming the UK searching for something or someone and is leaving a trail of terrified young women in its wake, and now the local news is reportin

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

The officer tells her that it's common for stalkers to be people who know their victims. The officer asks Samantha if she's ever noticed anything strange about Mark before, and she says that she hasn't. He asks her to think about it again, and she says that there is one thing. Mark has always been a bit too interested in her personal life, and he seems to know a lot about her. The officer tells her that this is a common sign of a stalker, and that it's important to be aware of it. He asks her if she's comfortable with him speaking to Mark, and she says that she is.

“Someone is stalking me.” It was scary as fuck. I’d never been stalked but I’d heard stories about other women who ended up getting killed by their stalkers. I didn’t know if the person had a vendetta against me or Caspian, but considering they sent the pictures to Caspian, they were doing it to fuck with him. Was this what I had to endure to be with him again? I rushed to my sink and hunched over it, but nothing came out and I only ended up dry heaving but Caspian was there to rub my back gently. “Don’t be scared, baby. They won’t be able to hurt you.”

The similarity of those stalkers in movies, studying their victims during their slumber. Now that's creepy as hell!! I shudder openly. I access my closet for clean clothes, and shriek as I'm pummelled to the floor by a mass flood of teddy bears. Trying to leap out, I'm only tossed back down by another swell of fluffy teddies from the closet. After the third influx of teddies, I finally resurface out by repleted fury with my hands clenched in fists at my sides. "DASTARD!!!" I scream, before clamping my hands over my mouth.

I was already crying, but it didn’t stop me from spreading these images. It all came to my sense. These pictures were in me there, taken from a distance in all the places I went, including my apartment. He’d been there all this time, all these months and years. Four years. He’d been stalking me. Krew has been stalking me. He’s also my stalker? I found myself kneeling, surrounded by these photographs, and I looked at them as horrified with thousands of images of me. “You’re not supposed to see that.”

She stroked faster, matching my rhythm as she pulled herself closer to me. Her hard nipples brushed against my chest and I reached for them with my other hand. Squeezing them, I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her. But as we went on with our act, my gaze slowly drifted to the dead bodies surrounding us and I immediately felt uneasy. A body at my right had its eyeballs popped out of the socket and the glossy unmoving eyes of another by my left was pinned on me. It was as though they watched us keenly, even though they were dead.

“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 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.