Scary Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

I was the girl who poured their drinks, cleaned up their crumbs, stood off to the side with my head low. But I listened. Every night, I listened. And my favorite stories—the ones that sent chills down my spine—were about the rogues. Greywin would say, “They don’t walk like us. They stalk. They don’t breathe like us. They sniff, they growl. And when you hear a branch break in the middle of the forest, child, don’t run… they already know where you are.” I remembered the way the girls would huddle closer, giggling but scared. But I wasn’t giggling. I was barely breathing. I always held my tray tighter and leaned closer to hear more.

The stalker was too kind to a bastard like him! All the more reason for Ricky to meet the stalker and befriend them. He didn't care who them might be, be it pixies like he guessed, or other beings, what's important is that they are kind and harmless. He continued devouring the scrumptious meal as he anticipated their face to face meeting soon. *** Noel Back in the library, Noel immersed himself by reading books about mythical creatures from the dark realm, or to be more exact, ghosts. As he absentmindedly flipped towards the pages while fully focused on the book, he didn't realize, that his surroundings had turned cold, abnormally cold.

I finally had it and cut his words, "The bloody box, Grady, what's in it?" "Oh, that...dead mice, probably store-bought. You know the one reptile keeper buy for their snakes and such. The sick psycho smears its blood on the box. We are having the box examined, but until we find our stalker, you're not going anywhere alone. I prefer having you here, and now that you're sick I think it's better if you rest."

He shook his head in disappointment, his shoulders steeling in resolution, “I’ll tell you one thing, Natalie. I’ve been so used to living my life with no friends, and that is not going to change just because you took a chance with me.” He scoffed bitterly, “You know what? I’d rather be alone than associate with someone who takes the words of others and makes assumptions about me.” He spat at her angrily, and then with nothing more to say, the tattooed guy turned to walk away, but Natalie chased after him, grabbing his arm. “Parker, wait! I’m sorry.” She apologized earnestly. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. It’s just… things have just been so weird at my house, and I’m scared. Strang

“Get me out of this place now! Get me out of this place! I want to see Lucien! Get me out!” Stacey yelled out, banging the door furiously. She staggered back, her eyes red stricken and her hand covered with blood as a result of the banging. But she didn’t care. She wanted out, she wanted to talk. She remembered everything clearly now, starting from the first incident of her life. He was never her mate, he was never anything to her. He was the devil of all devils and the most feared Alpha across all continents.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

“Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.” Kinurot siya ni Porsche sa tagiliran na siya namang paghagalpak niya ng tawa. “Pero seriously, horror talaga. Kasi… I mean.” Tumikhim si Blue samantalang naghihintay ng kasunod na sasabihin niya ang dalaga. “Love is scary. Especially no’ng moment na malalaman mong hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo. Nakakatakot kaya ‘yon. Pero… for me…di bale nang takutin mo ako araw-araw, My Sadako, ok lang. Para sa ‘kin mas nakakatakot ang mawala ka sa piling ko.” Naramdaman ni Blue na humigpit ang yakap ng dalaga sa kanya at mas lalo nitong isinubsob ang mukha sa kanyang dibdib. “Sa mga karaniwang ending ng pelikula, ano