Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

“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.”

Deep within her, a flicker of resilience ignited, pushing her to face her darkest fears head-on. Brenda sat alone in her dimly lit living room, her heart pounding against her chest like a trapped bird. The threatening messages from her stalker had intensified, and a chill ran down her spine as she read through them once again. Her suspicions had grown stronger with each passing day, pointing towards her ex-lover, Alfred. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and it seemed impossible to ignore the truth any longer.

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. //////////////////:::

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

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.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

record. ZF-BOSS, with his dead camera, was now leaping about, trying to get back to Bima to record the 'content'. He clearly couldn't wait. Damn! We're trapped again! Lia yelled. In front of them, from the darkness, came the faint sound of scraping, very close. SRAK! SRAK! Stalker Zombies. Dozens of glowing red eyes, small and cunning, emerged from the shadows. They moved soundlessly, circling Bima, Riska, and Lia.

The world narrows to that, just air filling my lungs, just the rhythm of inhale and exhale, something steady to hold onto while everything else threatens to spiral. The cold creeps over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms, but I welcome it. It gives me something physical to focus on, something real. My stalker is here. Someone is a really stalking me. What if I get hurt? What if someone else gets hurt? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know— “Raven?” The sound of my name snaps me out of it like a hand closing around my throat and pulling me back. My eyes fly open, breath catching as I look up too quickly.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I