Game Stalking Novels & Stories

“You need to chill, Ayesha. It’s fine now. The gifts and notes stopped weeks ago, which means they probably didn’t mean any real harm in the first place.” She let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head like I was some naive little kid. “That’s not how it works, Willow. Stalkers don’t just… stop because you added a better lock. This person, he or she is clearly obsessed with you. Don’t you see how dangerous that is? You watch the same true-crime documentaries I do. This is how it always starts.”

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

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.

Next, I bring my glistening fingers into my mouth and suck them clean, also moaning loudly for my stalker to hear. Done sucking my fingers, I sit up on the bed and stare into the dark shadows, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I know you are watching me right now,” My voice comes out huskily and I smile even more, my legs spreading wider in open invitation. “You have been stalking me for months and I know you want me, so stop hiding in my shadows. Come out now. Come over here and claim me if you dare.” A thick silence stretches for a moment and nothing happens.

She screamed. After all she presumed he was always watching her. "Don't kill him." She pleaded, "I do not want additional guilt." "Who are you anyway and why the fuck have you been stalking me?" She yelled, "Don't you have better things to do, don't you get tired, for how long have you been stalking me? For months? A year? For how long have you been sending gifts? Ain't you tired? Damn you!" "I know you can listen to me." She said, "You can hear me, I am crazy now, that's what you wanted right? a crazy Korina, that's why you have been frustrating me, look at me talking and yelling all by myself."

“Is this true Galen? You’ve stalked other women before me?” “Stalking is a nasty word. I’m a connoisseur of fine ladies. I enjoy observing them from afar. Living together under one roof is so exciting that I can’t resist getting closer to them. You’re so pretty and you flaunt everything right there in front of me. I can’t help it. But I want to see more. I want to touch and feel you.”

Sky became so uneasy, such that my claws made an appearance. Uncomfortable with the situation, I broke off into a sprint and my stalker did the same. While I ran, I noticed that I was no longer being followed. So, I slowed down. All of a sudden, I was grabbed in a chokehold from behind, the glinting edge of a knife pressed to the side of my neck. "I got you" my stalker whispered and I squeezed my eyes shut. The voice was feminine, I could tell that my stalker was a female.

"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

You just don't know it yet but soon you will know it My blood runs cold. He followed me to Marco's. He watched me go inside and waited three hours to see me leave. This is beyond notes left at my office, this is beyond slipping things under my door. This is active surveillance and stalking in the truest sense. I wonder why I don't feel fear, I wonder why I'm standing in my kitchen rereading the note, my body responding in ways that disgust and arouse me in equal measure. Why wasn't I scared? Why do I get turned on by the stalker's mere words?

Tessa suggested after a brief silence. “Trust me… all I need are the ones who stuck with us when the company was in trouble. You only know who your true friends are when things go down south for you. Tell me, has that stalker contacted you lately?” Tessa shook her head and responded, “No, they haven’t. But I often feel a chill on my back as if someone is following me. However, when I look back, I don’t see anyone.” “I think the stalker and the one who hacked into our system are the same person. I’m planning to set a trap for him. We shall catch him and make him pay, I promise,” Aaron declared.