Scariest Stalkers Novels & Stories

"Oh, God..." Beside me, Kendrick’s face went stone-cold. He wasn't the joking friend anymore. He was a man who knew exactly what a stalker looked like. He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. "Who sent it? A name?" Kendrick asked. "There wasn't one. But she knows," I answered, looking at Evelyn. Every pair of eyes in the room turned to her. She curled further into herself, hiding her face behind a curtain of tangled brunette hair. The guilt coming off her was palpable—thicker than the fear.

The black blood of the stalker hissed as it hit the stone, a foul, acidic smell filling the narrow tunnel. "They hunt in waves!" Kaelen shouted, her own blade flashing as three more of the things dropped from the dark. The Sentinels formed a circle, their backs to the center, but the sheer number of stalkers was overwhelming. They were pouring out of the cracks in the ceiling like a flood of pale flesh. I felt the panic rising, but then I felt the cool, steadying influence of the black veins on my arms. They didn't want me to hide. They wanted to feed.

she said while looking at me intently, "Just tell me what's going on in your head?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, “I…” My mouth clamped shut, not knowing how to give words to the storm brewing in my head. Sliding her hand over mine, Thea squeezed lightly, “Look, I know something is disturbing you, and I also know it’s related to your stalker. Just…talk to me. I’m here for you,” she said in a voice laced with worry. Grabbing a glass of water, I took a sip and stared her dead in her eyes, “I think he is a werewolf.”

“They don’t water their drinks here. Have you ordered dinner? Let’s get some food.” Over dinner I told her about my internet stalkers and what Ethan had done to them. She laughed so hard gin and tonic came out of her nose. That had to have hurt, but it was good to see her smile again. The smile quickly dropped off her face when I told her about the new batch of stalkers and their not-quite buzz cuts. “Those sound like serious types,” she said. “Be careful.” “I thought that was all over!” I set my empty glass down on the table a bit too hard. “I’m not doing anything! Why are people following me?”

To watch her. I reminded myself why I couldn’t allow distraction. Marcus’s reports were frustratingly thin. Sightings that led nowhere, grainy photos that revealed nothing, and yet there was a method to the madness that made me nervous. The stalker was deliberate, careful, letting us know he existed without exposing himself fully. Marcus warned me that this psychological strain might be as dangerous as any physical threat. He wasn’t wrong. The way the twins were becoming clingier, the way Stella tensed at every unexpected knock, the way I myself found it impossible to stop scanning the perimeter—it all compounded into a constant pressure.

I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name. My phone rang, and I sighed in relief to see that it was Felix. "C, I heard what happened." "Who told you?" "Come on, in this town, any little news on me or you will spread like wildfire. Anyway, since you are home, let's go out." "I really don't want to. After what happened today, I think it's best if I stay in." "If you allow that sicko to scare you now, he will scare you forever." "No."

- The stalker - Today was the awaited day for her. The date that she asked, just few minutes and she’ll see his face once again. Jill walked in the endless seemingly road. Early in the morning where the sun hasn't fully risen. The two agree to meet at the center of the town at exactly 8 am. She was prepared and everything she needed was in her pouch. Hills and wide array of farm land can be seen. Carabaos and their owners, farmers pulling out weeds and wives delivered food to their hard-working husband. A scenery of the slice of life of the farmers. Flipping pages as she walks vividly, however every sight felt redundant. From afar there was a silhouette of a person, creeping from tree to tre

Letting out a heavy breath, she prayed to God that she wasn’t doing bad burdening Gina with her issues, but honestly she needed someone to talk too. “I… I didn’t tell you that some people have been stalking me. It has been happening for weeks now, and I’ve seen them so many times. Either they're hiding in the bushes, or they're just standing and watching from a corner, and it freaking creeps me out so much. I have never felt this unsafe in my life at all, so believe me when I say this feeling is much more than just some bloody hangover. It’s way worse than that.” "W-what?!" Gina blurted out, her eyes wide in shock, "All of this has been happening?" She asked, her hand flying to her mouth in

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.

The similarity of those stalkers in movies, studying their victims during their slumber. Now that's creepy as hell!! I shudder openly. I access my closet for clean clothes, and shriek as I'm pummelled to the floor by a mass flood of teddy bears. Trying to leap out, I'm only tossed back down by another swell of fluffy teddies from the closet. After the third influx of teddies, I finally resurface out by repleted fury with my hands clenched in fists at my sides. "DASTARD!!!" I scream, before clamping my hands over my mouth.