Scariest Stalkers Novels & Stories

’ “Since I was a teenager—when I stopped being paranoid.” ‘No, the paranoia is still there. You can’t even trust your own environment.’ “How am I supposed to trust the person in the room opposite mine when I’ve not even seen them before?” ‘Serial killers don’t indicate what they are on their foreheads, Nectar. You can’t tell by just looking at them.’ That’s true. But I surely can tell a stalker. “Later,” I tell Shawna before cutting the call. There stands my stalker as he struggles to unlock the door of the opposite room.

I huff He smirks, "I never said you were." "You're a psychopath." I spit harshly. He smiles “You done being dramatic?” he asks, letting me hear the amusement in his voice. I huff, “Dramatic? Do you think being threatened by your stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?” “Well, of course not,” he replies “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.” His honesty stuns me into silence.

They were going to kill her. A sudden, fierce pain shot through her, and she clutched wildly at Roxanne’s arm, for her friend had moved to Bianca’s side when she cried out. “Hush…bee…Bianca…Don’t…” But Bianca was beyond listening. Realisation stole the air from her lungs. The Stalker, Her Stalker, who had been terrorising her now for months, always one step ahead, always remaining elusive. Yes, he had sent this. To crush her.

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

As if the driver was sensing her distress,he does away leaving a dumbfounded August alone. After riding for almost ten minutes, Ava realised that he hadn't told the driver her destination but was somehow surprised that he was taking the exact route to her house. She shivered thinking that she could have earned herself yet another stalker. In showbiz it was not a new thing for a superstar to have crazy and obsessive fans turning to stalkers, she was once a victim of stalking. That crazy fan would stalk her all day and send her creepy messages that freaked the hell out of her. It had come to a situation that the police had to be involved. Just thinking about it gave Ava the chills.

As it should be. She continued. " I met this guy, a month ago. I was out with someone and making my way back home. I realized that he was at the bar where I was and he kind of followed me. Well, he was trying to reach out to me but I ignored him." "Were you scared? I mean, he followed you. The only kind of people that do such things are stalkers and serial killers."

Despite the threats and dangers lurking around me, they all left, just like that, leaving me to my face, letting me face my stalkers alone. As for my stalkers, I still have no idea who they are and they never gave up on me, they keep following me around, making me look over my shoulder every damn day. Avril has narrowly escaped death at their hands that first night. We had all thought that they were going after her that day, the plan was for her to pull the fire alarm and then run out through the laundry vent. It’s a good thing that she had listened to me and followed my instructions, otherwise, she’ll be so fucking dead right now.

“I can’t even tell my friends that I’m being stalked or tell anyone that I’m so scared of staying here cooped up in my room alone and waiting for the stalker to come find me and I won’t be able to do anything!” My chest was heaving by the time I stopped speaking. God, I was such a fucking mess. I was sniffling and crying in my La Perla bra set and being so pathetic. I shivered when he leaned close enough to wipe the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You are not alone,” Cillian said. His voice wasn’t soft, but firm. As if he was scolding me. “I feel alone.” I peered at him, his clenched jaw and intense eyes. “I keep overthinking about her death, Caleb, the stalker, and everything. I don’t

My past has followed me down here and it has caught up with me. Eight Entry: I saw him last night, he was following closely behind. I knew it was him, he was trying to trail me home, trying to make me scared and miserable. He turned up at my restaurant today when he saw me joking around with my co-workers. His eyes turned red and he smirked at me. I went to the officers to report the stalking and they told me to come back if he shows up again. I’m too scared to sleep at night, I don’t know when he’ll come just like a thief and put a bullet straight through my head. Like he had said, I’ll never find happiness. //////////////////:::