Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

Everyone else stares at her like she just confessed to murder. That’s not creepy at all. A shiver honestly runs down my back. “You do realize that’s called stalking?” I ask, unsettled by how unapologetic she looks. “I did nothing wrong. I could’ve been waiting for someone at the curb,” she replies smugly. “You literally admitted you saw me walk in and decided to wait outside just to spy on me. That’s not waiting. That’s obsession and it’s kind of wrong, not to mention creepy as fuck.”

“Why are you suddenly shy, Kam? I’ve watched you bathe and dress up for three good years. What difference would it make if I want to see you when you’re not having sex with Davin—or taking your bath?” My breath caught. Did he just say he had been stalking me for THREE YEARS?! Did he just say three years? Did he just state that he has been stalking me for three solid years? “ You know that is a crime and you can be sued for that right? Or was it jealousy that drove you nuts!” I snapped a strange energy surge through me.

My pulse raced but I wasn’t about to let him know I was scared. Crossing my arms over my chest, I faced him, chin held high. “Move out of my way.” “I could kill you, you know. Nobody would even miss you. I wonder how many days you’d sit back here with the rest of the trash before they found the body.” He took a step away from the door, moving toward me. I held my ground, unwilling to yield to him. This was beyond normal bullying. “I didn’t realize you’d moved on to stalking. How nice to see you think so highly of me that you had to go out of your way to see me.”

I could not believe one of my die-hard fans was a stalker. Shakily, I went to my social media. Romeo was one of the few fans I followed. He posted updates pretty often, like any ordinary fan, but when I scrolled through his posts, I found a photo that brought chills to my spine. It was a photo of him carrying a cat, and on his left wrist was a mole. The man who killed me had covered his face, but I remembered seeing the same mole on his wrist. This was not a coincidence. Romeo was not any normal stalker fan; he was a murderer after my own life.

Naglakad ako papuntang hagdan para maligo tuwing titingin ako sa bawat sulok ng naalala ko ang nangyari sa buong pamilya ko. Nabuhay akong nagnanakaw at pumapaswok sa paaralan para man mananan ang bawat kilos ng mga anak ng pumatay sa magulang ko.Magkakaibigan ang pumatay sa pamilyako pero ngayon hindi ko parin alam kung bakit nila nagawa iyon sa pamilya ko, I want to tortured them, How they tortured my family! -- I want to kill them now! But this is not the right time dahil kulang pa ang mga information ko tungkol sakanila.

The sight of her covered in blood, unable to heal, made his stomach churn. They hurt her, they made her this way. Wasn't it enough? Losing a child, getting stalked—hadn't she endured enough suffering? The stalking , making her look over her shoulder every second. Whoever was stalking her was probably good at his or her job or wasn't human or a moon creature. They had evaded his detection so far, leaving little to no trace. It was a matter for another day. He clenched his fists, rage battling within him. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to find her.

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.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

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.