Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

’ “Since I was a teenager—when I stopped being paranoid.” ‘No, the paranoia is still there. You can’t even trust your own environment.’ “How am I supposed to trust the person in the room opposite mine when I’ve not even seen them before?” ‘Serial killers don’t indicate what they are on their foreheads, Nectar. You can’t tell by just looking at them.’ That’s true. But I surely can tell a stalker. “Later,” I tell Shawna before cutting the call. There stands my stalker as he struggles to unlock the door of the opposite room.

I couldn’t be alone after what just transpired. ‘Why do you want me to stay with you? So that we can have sex, right? Just tell me why you would want to have sex at a time like this?’ ‘I don’t want sex Billy. I cannot be alone here. I am too scared to be alone.’ ‘Same here, I am too scared to be alone with you. I know I sent you to Naledi’s, but I didn’t expect you to turn into a serial killer. Now imagine what you can do to me if I dare argue with you.’

“ It’s not stupid “ said Conan displaying his uncomfortable knack of understanding the psychopaths “ you are right when you say that Anna has no connection to Jacob now , but she did have a relationship with him before . Its a perfect strategy to terrify your opponent until they retreat , this person not only has some crazy infatuation regarding Jacob , they also have a streak to hurt and relish in the pain of others - in simpler words the stalker is a sadist . She doesn’t only wants Bella to give up on Jacob , but she also wants to terrify and cause harm to her victim as much as she can ,if I’m not wrong , she must be using this as a form of stress reliever “ Seth looked at him with an inc

Although many things in Gabrielle’s story match what Han informed them, they wonder why the mother and daughter did not seek any help from Han or live with Laura instead. According to the teenager, she saw a glimpse of a very hairy creature with thick fur-like hair covering the entirety of its arm, chest and even face. However, it was very late, and the curtain was in the way when she saw the stalker. Gabrielle could only make out that her mysterious admirer was a very large and hairy man. “He is as tall as the roof,” she added. “At least, his shadow was.”

Running would be a death sentence since there's no way in hell I can outrun whatever that's stalking me. A growl is what made me stop in my tracks. I looked back with wide eyes only to see my stalker finally stepping out of the shadows with its sharp eyes set on me, head down and body low as it crawled closer, threatening to strike the moment I moved. My heart started beating like it would burst a hole through my chest and fly away any minute. I swallowed and made myself smaller like the shaking hare in my hands pushing itself onto my chest to hide. A few weeks ago I wouldn't have felt this scared because death seemed like a peaceful idea to me then but now….now that's not the case. Somethin

Brooklyn walked backward with fright, her face paling considerably as she stared with horror at her stalker standing at her doorstep. Petrified, she lost her ability to speak while he watched her like a hawk as if about to pounce upon his prey. “Please don’t kill me. I haven’t done anything to you,” she squeaked with terror, words failing her as panic gripped her body. His hazel eyes widened a little but nevertheless, he started approaching her without paying any heed to her words. The stout man along with other men, all clad in black suits stood to attention at her doorstep, waiting for their boss’s instructions. Were they all members of MC Black Devils? Brooklyn looked around to pick up so

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

“I’m ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up.” “Is this afternoon too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. “The world must be coming to an end. What’s up, bitch?” Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard about my stalker. He’s killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list.” “Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media.”

Some of them stand in packhouses and call you the reason their mate is dead. And some of them, maybe, are not monsters at all. Just stories. Just fear. But I do not know which story is true. And that might be the scariest part. --- Night falls. The group makes camp in a valley between two mountains. The guards give me more bread and a blanket. I curl up in the corner of the wagon and try to sleep. I cannot. The stories circle in my head like angry bees. He killed ten rogues with his bare hands.

Megra The thoughts weigh heavy on my mind, and I can't shake the feeling of dread. The house has been in absolute silence. Conor is fixated on the photos—hundreds of them. Stalker photos of me everywhere: with Nathaniel, with Liza, with Anna. Photos of me in places I don't even remember going. My heart races; I feel so violated. A chill runs down my spine. Who has been watching me and tracking my every move? Why would they be watching me? I am not rich or famous. My life has been nothing but heartbreak. I am not interesting enough to have a stalker.