Scariest Stalkers Novels & Stories

I looked around me and almost all the guys around me had the same kind of boots and jeans too. I couldn’t take it anymore, my heart was beating faster and my entire body was shaking vigorously. The stalker could be Martin, it could be Felix, it could be any of these guys around me. I don’t know who it is or why he would want to hurt me and that hurts so bad.

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

No matter how many times my older brother would tell me there was nothing there, I could always find some toy that I was convinced had moved or some dust spot I believed had been disturbed, and I would argue that those things proved that whatever was under my bed was alive and well. Of course, the big difference between then and now is that monsters do not exist but I know all too well that stalkers do. In addition, the worst thing that monsters under your bed do is scare you and prevent you from getting a good night sleep. In contrast, the worst thing that stalkers do is write “slut” on your car in red spray-paint, throw condoms and lubricant in your yard, cut up all your underwear and se

It sounded like this was his routine, and they weren’t his fans, they were mine, I felt the heat rising up to my neck, shame almost turning me to a tomato. “I do care about them.” He smiled softly, “I know. I saw all you did for them during your fan meetings, or whenever one of them bumped into you. Even the stalkers.” I suck in a breath, “The stalkers! I wonder whatever happened to them, they disappeared.” “Sounds like you want the, to continue stalking.” he says with creased brows before returning his gaze to the road. “No! Of course not, it is just, do stalkers just disappear? I had a fear of them coming back when I least expected it.”

Of course. I still didn't look at him. I can't disclose my identity on my first day stalking him. If I get exposed, not only I'll get a warning from my supervisor. I'm also going to lose my only chance to use this chance to bounce up to another promotion and to have my industrial and biggest break nationally. "It's fine, I told you it's no one's fault. People were clamoring earlier. Maybe because the space is quite limited. My name is Ali, you are? I noticed that you weren't making any eye contact with me. Are you scared of me?"

Fuck. My head started spinning violently. The absolute terror of knowing that the stalker had been physically lurking in the dark bushes of Mari’s family home, watching my best friend through a camera lens, sent a freezing spike of dread straight into my veins. The situation was escalating at a terrifying speed. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compartmentalise the panic so I could function. I quickly tapped out a reply.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

“I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. The leaks, the stocks, Aries… it all happened in one day, Stein. One day. Like someone planned it.” My stomach tightened. “You think someone planned it?” “I know it sounds paranoid.” He dropped his hands. “But the timing? The camera in my office, then this? Someone's been watching me and documenting everything. And now they're tearing my life apart, piece by piece.” He looked at me, and I held his gaze. “What if they don't stop? What if tomorrow there's more? What if they go after the company next, not just the stock price, but the infrastructure and the accounts? What —”

“Some say it moves from place to place, waiting for nights like this, looking for its next victims. It doesn’t need claws or teeth. It doesn’t need violence. All it needs is for you to listen.” The fire snapped loudly, sending a flurry of sparks into the air, and several people flinched, their eyes darting toward the darkness. “Shhh,” Tiona hissed, her voice almost inaudible. “Do you hear that?” A tense silence fell over the crowd, everyone holding their breath. The wind whistled softly through the trees, but to me, it felt as if the very air had turned sinister. “Be careful,” Tiona warned, her voice like a ghostly echo. “Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.”

The realization hits me that I am completely alone in the mansion; my family is out for dinner, and there are no servants inside the house. A lump forms in my throat, and I feel a wave of fear grip me, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. Slowly, I muster the courage to move away from the window, closing it tightly behind me. Terror courses through me; this is a situation I've never experienced before. The realization that I have a stalker sends shivers down my spine. The chilling thought that if he were to harm me right now, no one would be aware of my fate makes my skin crawl with dread.