Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

I grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and pushed the heavy closed. I forced myself not to stare at the exit where the strange man had just disappeared. My hands trembled against the cold plastic as I tightened my silk robe again, trying to hide the flush of arousal on my skin. A paralyzing new horror washed over me. “What kind of bloody business is my brother actually running?” I stared blankly down at the red blood on the tile, realizing with terrifying certainty that the stalker hunting me wasn't the only threat in my life. I had crossed the country searching for safety, only to sleep in a house completely full of monsters.

I had come here to help him—to pull him out of this nightmare before it consumed him entirely. If I did nothing, he would be left with only two terrible fates: either he would be driven to take his own life, or the fear inflicted upon him by the Walkers would eventually kill him in his sleep. And if that wasn’t horrifying enough, there was someone else—his stalker. She was relentless, obsessive, and dangerous, willing to do whatever it took to make sure he belonged to her alone. Her psychotic fixation knew no bounds.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

With that done, the stalker then dealt with the rest of Gerald’s family not too long before he, Zyla, and Peter had arrived… Since he couldn’t spot his grandfather’s body, Gerald had a gut feeling that he wasn’t dead, but rather captured like the rest of his family. Needless to say, Gerald also knew for a fact that the stalker’s end goal had something to do with him. From breaking spiritual artifacts apart to killing the massive anaconda, the mysterious master coming after him seemed extremely capable. With that in mind, Gerald had been thinking about the possibilities of dealing with him throughout his way back from Mayberry.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. It’s just… things have just been so weird at my house, and I’m scared. Strange noises, objects moving on their own, and last night, I saw something in the mirror… it was like a weird skull of sorts. Please, I need your help to get to the bottom of this.” He shook his head and turned to walk away, but Natalie chased after him. “Parker please, I’m so sorry.” Parker stopped, his shoulders tense. He turned back to her, the hurt still evident in his eyes. “You really think I’d do something like that to you?”

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.”

She whispered again and I replied to her with a simple yes while awkwardly hugging her, trying not to give out our conversation to the man with the gun sitting behind the wheel, in front of us. Minutes later we arrived at an abandoned warehousing complex, he parked the car and told us to get out. But before I even get out Jill pretend to trip and out of nowhere pulled a knife and stabbed the guy to his gut. He didn't see it coming and he slumped to his back his head hit the cement hard. The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still.

In the next few days followed after the stalker's visit, Riley's condition began to deteriorate faster than anyone could understand what is happening with her. The nightmares which used to plague her during the nighttime began to trouble her during the day as well. She began to get scared of simple touches and fear everyone whom she stumbled upon. After the third day, she locked herself inside the Alpha's quarters and refused to come outside when she saw a warrior whom she seldom sees. No one could persuade her to come out after that. Not even her best friend Sophie. She kept claiming that her stalker is here and he came to torture her. Everyone tried to assure her that she is safe inside th

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that