Scariest Stalkers Novels & Stories

“I have one male friend, and he’s married to my best friend. We were just having fun talking when there was a sound.” Officer Brady’s brown eyes narrow on the paper. “Right. Are you sure this isn’t a weird prank from your neighbor? Because you have to understand, stalking is a pattern of strange behavior. I don’t see a pattern here.” “I also had this,” I say, showing him the screenshots from my stream. “This user was actually banned, because he kept threatening the other users. But the platform protects their identity, and I have no way of—” “Wait, where do you work?”

Me at my lowest, unrecognizable even to myself, yet Adam—this man I thought of as my friend—had seen me clearly, more clearly than I wanted anyone to. A wave of terror broke over me, violent and unrelenting. The realization crashed into me: I had a stalker. Not an idea, not paranoia, not some vague unease—an actual man with eyes, hands, breath. A man who had watched, followed, documented me. A man I trusted enough to invite into my life.

“ 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

But today had been quite bizzare; I have been walking through this alley for close to ten minutes by my estimation and not a single soul to be seen on sight creepy huh? I was almost out of the alley, when I suddenly heard footsteps and i turned to see group of guys headed my way too. Something strange about the way they walk; they all had dark hoods that reminded you of those stalkers in horror movies; why I keep making reference to horror movies? Well maybe it's because I am kinda hooked with that genre. I was hoping they would walk past me, but they didn't and I became very suspicious of their movement. I decided to increase the pace at which i walked; clearly, no one would want to die at

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

Wyatt said finally. "Then you need to understand something. Stalkers don't see obstacles as people. They see them as problems to be solved. And sometimes..." She paused, choosing her words with extreme care. "Sometimes problems get solved in permanent ways. Sometimes people who stand between a stalker and their target have accidents. Car accidents. Muggings gone wrong. Random violence that can't be traced back to anyone specific." "Jesus," Lauren whispered. "I can't prove any of this," Sarah continued. "I can't share case files or make accusations. But I can tell you to be careful. To trust your instincts. To take every precaution." She looked at Lauren. "Do you have a firearms license?"

After that… It was just Orion and me. I exhaled shakily and turned to the fridge. I poured milk into a mug, dumped it in a packet of hot cocoa, stirred, and stuck it into the microwave. My stalker, whoever they were, was unhinged. Violent. Obsessed. And somehow always one step ahead of the hunters pursuing us. They warned me every time danger was coming. Why? How did they know? Were they part of the same group? An enemy of the hunters? Someone inside their ranks?

One hit Bonnie in the vocal cord, and the other in her chest. The other one hit Mark's forehead. They both dropped dead. Stacy let out an ear-splitting scream as she covered her mouth, crying. Ixora stayed calm, since she knew what he was capable of. She felt no pity towards Bonnie, not after finding out she was the one behind the almost rape incident. She also tried to kill Audrey, and she didn't want to imagine what would have happened to Blake if she had succeeded. She took her gaze to Stacy, who hadn't moved from her spot, and then to Drexton.

“So, is that it? You realized he’s not the guy you thought?” I hesitate, trying to put it into words. “It’s more complicated. Things were great... until I got a stalker,” I admit, and almost immediately someone squeals from across the room. “Oh my God! Like a real stalker? Is he hot?” A bubbly woman plops down in a chair, her eyes wide with excitement. “That’s Lilly,” Sasha explains with a laugh. “She loves her romance novels. Not all stalkers are dreamboat types, Lilly!” she teases.

My dad got that grim-voiced thing that meant he was so angry he had to repress it or explode, and my mom went quiet, which meant she was plotting some kind of horrific punishment for whoever had taken those photos. My mom might not have had any supernatural ability to kick ass, but she didn’t really need it. I almost pitied whoever ended up in her crosshairs. And who that unlucky asshole would be was really the only point of disagreement. I’d come around to the idea that it was too much of a coincidence to get the emails and the photos in the same short span of time. But my dad was convinced the stalkers had to be a werewolf pack that wanted Fiona as a mate for one of their own. He scoffed a