Scariest Stalkers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kay. I can't control how fast my heart is beating right now. That marks the most scary shit I have encountered all my life. Just like having the scary scenarios in the movies happen to you. Nightmares would be better because they are not real, or maybe sometimes they are a reminder of the events that happened in the past. But this shit is something else. A crazy stalker is out to kill me, or whatever his obsession with me is. "Who do you think it might be" I whisper to Rico as he silently leads me down back to the bar.

Not able to take it any longer, he dropped his cutleries and demanded as he rested against the chair, crossing his legs together as he grabbed his glass of whiskey. "What?" They faced him all at once. Everyone of them was surprised at what he just uttered. A stalker? "What do you mean?" Sidney asked, casting a brief glance at Wesley that just reclined to raking his hand in his hair. " Just this morning, it was discovered that an unidentified stalker is right under this roof. Even though no one has really made out how he looks like cause he was said to be as fast as flash - which I also witnessed, it's not possible for the person to keep gaining entry in here without the aid of an insider. So

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.”

He spoke, “You know, there was a weird guy following you and all.” Ah… “Coming across psychotic stalkers like him isn’t unusual for women like me.” I answered him, “It happens every now and then.” My answer not only startled him, but it also freaked Tia out as well. “What?” He seemed sort of frantic…“You’re telling me there are more like him?” He was far more concerned than I thought he would be and he came over in a frenzy. “Yes,” I replied softly, my voice retreating back all on its own.

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..

Gianna echoed, glancing at the bathroom door consciously before bringing her voice lower. “So my stalker's also a bike thief?” “Apparently, there's been a string of similar incidents lately. Word on the street is it's a bunch of delinquent high schoolers doing this. They follow people around, scare the shit out of them and maybe lift a wallet or two.” Gianna mulled over the news as Sonia kept talking. Something about the incident told her it was different…whoever that person was, he certainly didn’t feel to her like some punk kid.

He was the 'I will trample on your heart kind of stunning, not the I will buy you flowers and make sweet love to you kind' It's time to go! He reeks of danger! Cora said and I had to agree with her. I should go, I should turn on my heels and flee. I should find my way and forget about tonight while putting in the energy to cuss Terren out and I should also find a way to notify my parents and friends about my stalker. I had a very annoying unique haired vampire stalker already and it wouldn't be wise of me to add a dark-haired vampire to the list of things happening in my life.

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

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