Novel & Cerita Scary Stalker Stories

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

“What now? Another online boyfriend showing up in Telluride?” “No. One of my stalkers is getting creepy.” Sidney reached down into the bag and pulled up a piece of licorice, nibbling on it nervously. “Just one?” Wes waited for her to respond, but Sidney just stared at him. “Creepy how?” he finally said, his tone leveled. “He’s just gotten really weird. First, he was talking about seeing what my insides look like. You know, quoting Scream. Then, he just said he wanted to catch me walking alone at Telluride and drag me into the bushes to have some fun.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

The world narrows to that, just air filling my lungs, just the rhythm of inhale and exhale, something steady to hold onto while everything else threatens to spiral. The cold creeps over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms, but I welcome it. It gives me something physical to focus on, something real. My stalker is here. Someone is a really stalking me. What if I get hurt? What if someone else gets hurt? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know— “Raven?” The sound of my name snaps me out of it like a hand closing around my throat and pulling me back. My eyes fly open, breath catching as I look up too quickly.

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.”

The night stalkers scattering other villages and killing them. The night stalkers I've heard were as fierce and inhumane as the tyrant, Emi from many decades ago, from the werewolves' history. Today he was a story told to the little children around the pack. The night stalkers were known to travel in packs, invading other territories and forcing their women into slavery. They were ruthless and the thought of them entering our territory frightened me. " I would suggest that we wait for the Alpha's return " one of the men suggested.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

“Right after my mom’s funeral, I received the first note from my stalker.” “Stalker?” Lysander growled. I nodded. “That’s what I call him. He’s both a guardian angel and a murdering creep all rolled into one.” “How so?” Xavier asked. “Well, the first note said to run or I’d die—and that he killed my mom. Since then, the notes have arrived with warnings or threats, depending on how you look at it. Soon after, the hunters would find us.” I sucked in a breath. “Anyway, I took the stalker’s advice and ran with Orion. He was so young and didn’t fully understand what was going on. I went to my college dorm to get help from my best friend, Claire, and her family.”

Also, her father wasn’t the only factor that made her scared timely. She tapped Damien, hoping to share a bit of herself since it seemed they’d be together for a while. He readily opened his eyes and sat up, wanting to hear her out. “When I was younger, a scary incident happened to me. That’s actually the reason I get really cranky in situations like this. I had a stalker.” she started. Damien glanced at her then looked away, that wasn’t the story he was expecting to hear. “You overcame the scary incident anyway.” He said.