Game Stalking Novels & Stories

"No, to the doctor" "That masked guy is everywhere. It means i am not fully recovered or I am seeing things. Like I am also hearing voices in my sleep. I thought You assured me that I have recovered from the trauma of that accident". Not giving any chance to her doctor to speak, Juliana said. "Juliana! Juliana! Did you ask your colleagues if they were seeing that masked photographer?" Juliana's doctor asked. "That's what the problem is, Dr Linda!. Everybody saw a masked guy dancing with me at my birthday party and everybody saw that masked at the shoot today. He is not my hallucination. Is someone really stalking me?" Juliana asked her doctor.

"Maybe she doesn't want to like you anymore? Why can't you leave her alone, you bully?" It was true. I was slowly going back to my old self. The possessive asshole Aaron who always got his way. But I didn't care at this point. I felt a strong desire toward my silly little stalker girl. It was as if we were switching roles. I was the one who was stalking her now. Oh, how the table has turned.

Then Rowan says quietly, “He didn’t say which friend.” Liberty lets out a shaky laugh that turns into something raw. “That’s the point.” My chest aches with it. This is what stalking does: it makes language into a weapon. It turns your imagination against you until you can’t tell if the threat is outside the door or inside your skull. Miles looks up from his laptop. “We need to treat this as two possibilities: a bluff meant to force movement, or a real incident somewhere else.” Kellan nods. “And we don’t split.”

Teased her for being dramatic. Half the school ended up with food poisoning. I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Don’t remind me.” “Well, you know damn sure it is,” she groans. I stare at her, cold dread sweeping through me. “No,” I say firmly, shaking my head. “We’re not doing this. We are not going to let him win before he even does anything.” Mira watches me carefully. “The stalker thrives on fear,” I grit through clenched teeth. “If he sees that we’re scared, he’ll keep playing with us. Keep dangling that video over our heads.”

“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.

' 'Stalking ' My spine straightened up involuntarily at these words . Stalking Stalking Stalk - The day at the park ! Banging on my computer table I stood up , my heart thudding anxiously , while my palms started sweating . The day at the park when I was with Jacob , someone was there , someone was really there - yes it could have been a coincidence and maybe someone was just passing by . But - But what if someone was really stalking us ? I was certain that I felt someone's gaze locked upon me and Jacob and if someone was just passing by , how was it possible for them to vanish into thin air just like that ? Why would they try to hide when I turn to look at them ..

My past has followed me down here and it has caught up with me. Eight Entry: I saw him last night, he was following closely behind. I knew it was him, he was trying to trail me home, trying to make me scared and miserable. He turned up at my restaurant today when he saw me joking around with my co-workers. His eyes turned red and he smirked at me. I went to the officers to report the stalking and they told me to come back if he shows up again. I’m too scared to sleep at night, I don’t know when he’ll come just like a thief and put a bullet straight through my head. Like he had said, I’ll never find happiness. //////////////////:::

“I have one male friend, and he’s married to my best friend. We were just having fun talking when there was a sound.” Officer Brady’s brown eyes narrow on the paper. “Right. Are you sure this isn’t a weird prank from your neighbor? Because you have to understand, stalking is a pattern of strange behavior. I don’t see a pattern here.” “I also had this,” I say, showing him the screenshots from my stream. “This user was actually banned, because he kept threatening the other users. But the platform protects their identity, and I have no way of—” “Wait, where do you work?”

I punched him in the arm. We walked to the couch. “So what does your friend think?” I sat down bringing my wine to my lips. God, I am so pissed I have allowed this human to have such control over me. “According to Massachusetts law. Stalking is a felony and she could go to jail for up to six years.” I almost spit my wine out. “Really?” I was shocked. “If we see her again, we have to call the police right away. He made sure I put his number into my phone.” I am just beside myself at this point. “She is going through a lot to make a point, don't you think? It really makes me uneasy knowing she is just around. Would they send a car here? Is that crazy for me to ask?” I finished my

But before she could make a move, a low growl rumbled through the darkness. The stalker froze mid-step, glancing around nervously. Alyssa felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as something primal echoed through the rain. Another growl, this one closer. Louder. More threatening echoed through the night. From the corner of her eye, she saw it, a huge shadow slipping between the puddles, too large, too fast to be a normal dog. The stalker cursed under his breath and lunged at her, knife raised high. She threw her hands up in front of her face ready for the blow.