Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.

she said while looking at me intently, "Just tell me what's going on in your head?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, “I…” My mouth clamped shut, not knowing how to give words to the storm brewing in my head. Sliding her hand over mine, Thea squeezed lightly, “Look, I know something is disturbing you, and I also know it’s related to your stalker. Just…talk to me. I’m here for you,” she said in a voice laced with worry. Grabbing a glass of water, I took a sip and stared her dead in her eyes, “I think he is a werewolf.”

Ever wanted to play hide and seek, but you’re the one hiding and I’m the one… finding? Jenni bursts out laughing and points to another. StalkerKing88: You want to follow me around? How about you start with my bed. Real stalkers do it up close and personal, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle it. “Well, there’s an offer you can’t refuse!” she teases, and I groan, trying to ignore her. VeilOfShadows: Oh, Nova, darling. How cute. You think you can walk with monsters and not get eaten? 😂 Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle the first time… if you beg.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

The night stalkers scattering other villages and killing them. The night stalkers I've heard were as fierce and inhumane as the tyrant, Emi from many decades ago, from the werewolves' history. Today he was a story told to the little children around the pack. The night stalkers were known to travel in packs, invading other territories and forcing their women into slavery. They were ruthless and the thought of them entering our territory frightened me. " I would suggest that we wait for the Alpha's return " one of the men suggested.

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.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

Or so I thought. Everything seemed fine until the stalker entered the equation. I never imagined someone would have the nerve to come after me—not like this. I’ve dealt with dangerous men before, manipulative ones, cruel ones, but they were all transactional. I knew the rules of their games and played them better. But this stalker was different. He knew everything—about my past with Shawn, about the men I’d defrauded, every sordid detail I thought was buried deep. He had evidence. Real, damning evidence. And every time I ignored his messages or tried to cut him off, the threats became more explicit, more targeted.

Kay. I can't control how fast my heart is beating right now. That marks the most scary shit I have encountered all my life. Just like having the scary scenarios in the movies happen to you. Nightmares would be better because they are not real, or maybe sometimes they are a reminder of the events that happened in the past. But this shit is something else. A crazy stalker is out to kill me, or whatever his obsession with me is. "Who do you think it might be" I whisper to Rico as he silently leads me down back to the bar.

“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.