Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

I’ve had dreams about my stalker before, but nothing like what happened last night. I roll over, groaning, feeling the weight of the day already pressing on me. But I freeze when I feel something wet and sticky on my leg. Throwing back the covers, I stare in horror. No. No, no, no. It wasn’t just a dream? Panic grips me as my eyes widen, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I really let my stalker do that? Desperately, I grab my phone, praying for a message from Justin, something that would explain all of this away. That it was him, not...

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

“Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.” The silence after her story was deafening. No one dared to move, as if the smallest sound would summon the very thing she’d described. The bonfire crackled ominously, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, the eerie weight of the tale lingering far too long. The story settled over me like a weight, the dread thick and suffocating. A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void.

"Because I have been following Jennie for a while, and I see the messages you two have. You wished you hadn't dated Brandon so that you could get with her. What a shame, Evan; I thought you were a good boy, tsk tsk. Now, I'm going to let you go— BUT! I will be watching you closely like a hawk watches his prey. If you tell anybody in any shape or form, then you can say bye to your life and theirs. Do you understand?" The stalker grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He said that this shouldn't hurt as I like this kink. Suddenly, everything went black again– what will I do?

His voice cut through the panic like a knife. “It’s not happening again.” I looked at him blindly. “Look at me,” he snapped. My trembling gaze locked onto those frozen blue eyes. For one terrifying second, I saw something unexpected inside them. Fear. Not for himself. For me. Then the creature shrieked. The sound ripped through the docks like grinding steel. Every Ravager Hunter raised their weapons instantly. But the Stalker ignored them. Its head snapped toward me. Toward weakness. Toward prey. “Oh, hell,” one mercenary muttered.

They knew each other, Of course they did. “You can’t kill me, my people will come after you.” The man stood on the other foot and faced the stalker, he shot his other foot and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain. “Let. Them. Come.” The stalker brought his hand out and the chainsaw was in his hand in seconds, the other two men in black that came in with him ran to the man on the ground, holding him by his hands, The stalker looked like a volcano about to explode. He drew the handle of the chainsaw and it was brought to life, “You can attack me and get away with it, but the very minute you lay a hand on a hair from her head, you’re a dead man walking because I will find you, and I’ll

The images of falling into a grave, my stalker, and a burglar finishing me off and ripping me apart replayed in my mind relentlessly. The more I thought about it, the more I tried to figure out who might be behind these terrifying visions. Damon? Sure, he was a jerk and a douchebag, but attempting to murder someone? That didn't seem like something Damon would do. Then there was Penelope. She had been bothering me a little too much lately, always wanting to talk at odd times, which was definitely weird. But still, I couldn't see her killing me over some dick. I'd suspect Natalie if she wasn't dead, and also the dead lady with tiny voice.

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.

But then the latch gave a quiet snap, and the door began to open. Every muscle in my body went rigid. Sylvara stirred instantly, she was sharp and ready. “Stay still,”she warned. I nodded almost imperceptibly and reached for the small silver dagger I kept on my bedside table. My fingers trembled against the cool metal. The door creaked wider. The room was dark enough that whoever stood there looked terrifying,it was tall, broad and it was a man!. Sylvara growled softly through my mind. “If he moves, we strike.”