Scary Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

record. ZF-BOSS, with his dead camera, was now leaping about, trying to get back to Bima to record the 'content'. He clearly couldn't wait. Damn! We're trapped again! Lia yelled. In front of them, from the darkness, came the faint sound of scraping, very close. SRAK! SRAK! Stalker Zombies. Dozens of glowing red eyes, small and cunning, emerged from the shadows. They moved soundlessly, circling Bima, Riska, and Lia.

he whispered, just as three other men stepped away from the pillars they were hiding behind. Two walked towards the briefcase while one walked to where Kai was. He kicked Kai's leg, and he screamed. Growling, I lunged towards the bastard instinctively. One second I was on the ground, and the next, I was on the scarred man's back, with my fingers clawing at his eyes, and my teeth sinking into his ear. He roared as he threw me off, and I crashed into a stack of crates. Then they were all on me. I curled around my stomach as they hit me. They weren't actually hitting hard, but you would believe they were, if you were watching from the sidelines.

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

Jackson observed the manner in which Senior Bleak speaks and concluded that his invitation was not a friendly one and if his guess was right then it has to do with Stacy, it can only be because of Stacy. Stacy was no baby to realize that Senior Bleak speaks with a lot of venoms and that she became uncomfortable. She calmed herself and embraced herself for whatever that is to come, she has heard stories of how Senior Bleak deals with offenders but her secret was not out yet so there was nothing to be afraid of.

she said. "Yeah?" I smirked. "Let's leave together," she said and smiled. So we began our life together, living under the same roof. It wasn't perfect, and she wasn't any less crazy, but I loved her, and she loved me. There was never a dull moment with Bella Davis, my beautiful, deranged stalker girl. And I couldn't be any happier. The End. Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for reading! Please don't forget to check out my other stories in this plarform. Especially Jake and Jane's story: The Ugly One.

As fear consumes me, I struggle to find a glimmer of hope in this desolate existence. Curious to hear about the events that unfolded in my life? What dark secrets lie buried within the chapters of my past? Will you dare to delve deeper into the mysteries that have shaped my existence, or are you prepared to confront the chilling truths that await? As the shadows of my past loom large, are you ready to embark on a journey fraught with danger and intrigue? TRIGGER WARNINGS:- - Stalking - Bullying - Violence - Obsession - Fear and Anxiety - Power Imbalance

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.

“Do you know Stacy Conway’s story?” Now my stomach did back flips. “Yeah, I do.” Stacy was a model. Her stalker served two years in prison. A week after his release, he killed her. No… that wasn’t exactly correct. He slaughtered her. “She was mine.” That brought me out of my horrible thoughts. “Yours?”

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

“Scream, and you die. You’re safer being quiet, as you are never going to escape until I want you to.” Chills. They consume me. This is Stace, holding me down, atop me like I’m some kind of victim awaiting…I don’t even want to think about that. My clothes are still intact, but his intentions are unknown. Slowly he takes his hand from my mouth, and I don’t scream, adhering to his warning. Stace has killed me before, and I doubt he would hesitate in finishing me off for good.