Scariest Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

Before I can react, my body kisses the floor, and I come face-to-face with the wolf. No. “NO!” I scream as I begin to crawl back on my butt, but then I back up against a wall just in front of the street. I could stand up and run out onto the road, but my legs refuse to obey, my body paralyzed by the echo of fear. Then the wolf vanishes, and I come face-to-face with my stalker—a gigantic man with an ugly tattoo at the corner of his eye. I gasp for air, but before I can make a move, his hand clamps over my mouth and my head is shoved violently against the brick wall.

' She said and ran her hand in my hair to make me comfortable. 'Sa..ra..h' I said with my voice cracking in between. 'Yeah, tell me I'm listening.' She said. 'I'm scared, Sarah. I'm very scared.' I said sobbing. 'From what? And why?' She asked being all worried. 'At night I'm scared that someone is watching me. That..that someone is in my bedroom. In the daytime, I feel someone is inside the house. When I walk on the road I feel someone is stalking me. I'm scared to death and I'm now scared of being scared. Sarah, I don't want to live like this. I just want to die. I'm all fed up from my own life.' I said it all in breath with my voice breaking between each and every sentence.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

His fingers scratched her face and dug through her eyes, making Rosa scream in horrifying pain. “Stupid bitch!” Ray said, using his last strength to stab her stomach before his head slumped and he dropped dead. The room was already engulfed in fire as there was no way out. Rosa's horrifying screams and wailing penetrated my eardrums. Finally, It was over. The evil mistress had met her waterloo. I was about to turn to leave when I felt a presence behind me. My heart flew as fear consumed me. Slowly, I tilted my head, taking a look at the face of the stalker.

he whispered, just as three other men stepped away from the pillars they were hiding behind. Two walked towards the briefcase while one walked to where Kai was. He kicked Kai's leg, and he screamed. Growling, I lunged towards the bastard instinctively. One second I was on the ground, and the next, I was on the scarred man's back, with my fingers clawing at his eyes, and my teeth sinking into his ear. He roared as he threw me off, and I crashed into a stack of crates. Then they were all on me. I curled around my stomach as they hit me. They weren't actually hitting hard, but you would believe they were, if you were watching from the sidelines.

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

Sisca explained at length. Jes was stunned, not that Adam was a CEO. But stunned to know the fact that Adam is a mafia. It seemed unethical for her to fight a mobster all this time. Her life almost flew because of her own actions. Sisca patted Jeslyn's shoulder, waking Jes from her reverie. Sisca smiled sweetly. "You don't need to be afraid of Adam. Even though Adam was a big mobster he would never hurt someone he loved. He will only hurt the person who hurt him, more precisely a charlatan. "

I didn't like the silence, it crept with unknown thoughts and elements. Could he have seen me under the bed and decided to keep quiet, leaving me to my boisterous mind while he shared deep disappointment in me? Was that the case? “You are going to drag them to our spot at the rate your heart is beating!” the stalker whispered into my ear, “calm the fuck down!” “Easy for you to say, you are not the one who's reputation would be thrown under the bus should you get caught!” I bit back. “Hah! But I would be the one dead, I don't know which is scarier,” he said mockingly.

He will see her in her partial Lycan form. When I’m ripped backwards and flung into the wall. Bones crack and I scream again. He growls in my face. A cry comes from my side and I see Starci in her human form and she sobs. “Vilkas, listen to me. She killed someone I had no choice.” I scream at him when he growls in my face, when he drops me and runs to her. I look around and see everything is fine. Wait! “Are you fucking crazy? No-one has been killed, everyone is safe. You tried to kill Stacey.” I shake my head, not at the fact I tried to kill her, but by what I’m seeing. She … She tricked me with illusion. What have I done?