Scary Stalkers Novels & Stories

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. “Nothing,” I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. “Chances are good there won’t be a DNA match.” This surprised me. “Why do you say that?” His eyes intensified. “He’s smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side.” I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. “Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us.”

He spoke, “You know, there was a weird guy following you and all.” Ah… “Coming across psychotic stalkers like him isn’t unusual for women like me.” I answered him, “It happens every now and then.” My answer not only startled him, but it also freaked Tia out as well. “What?” He seemed sort of frantic…“You’re telling me there are more like him?” He was far more concerned than I thought he would be and he came over in a frenzy. “Yes,” I replied softly, my voice retreating back all on its own.

The similarity of those stalkers in movies, studying their victims during their slumber. Now that's creepy as hell!! I shudder openly. I access my closet for clean clothes, and shriek as I'm pummelled to the floor by a mass flood of teddy bears. Trying to leap out, I'm only tossed back down by another swell of fluffy teddies from the closet. After the third influx of teddies, I finally resurface out by repleted fury with my hands clenched in fists at my sides. "DASTARD!!!" I scream, before clamping my hands over my mouth.

The black blood of the stalker hissed as it hit the stone, a foul, acidic smell filling the narrow tunnel. "They hunt in waves!" Kaelen shouted, her own blade flashing as three more of the things dropped from the dark. The Sentinels formed a circle, their backs to the center, but the sheer number of stalkers was overwhelming. They were pouring out of the cracks in the ceiling like a flood of pale flesh. I felt the panic rising, but then I felt the cool, steadying influence of the black veins on my arms. They didn't want me to hide. They wanted to feed.

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."

Of course. I still didn't look at him. I can't disclose my identity on my first day stalking him. If I get exposed, not only I'll get a warning from my supervisor. I'm also going to lose my only chance to use this chance to bounce up to another promotion and to have my industrial and biggest break nationally. "It's fine, I told you it's no one's fault. People were clamoring earlier. Maybe because the space is quite limited. My name is Ali, you are? I noticed that you weren't making any eye contact with me. Are you scared of me?"

“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.”

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

Brack asked with a strange look on his face. "Nothing," I replied. He absolutely would not want to know my problem. After another bite of steak, Brack continued. "Chances are good there won't be a DNA match." This surprised me. "Why do you say that?" His eyes intensified. "He's smart and in most cases, stalkers keep a low profile until they find that special someone who activates their warped side." I had enough guilt thinking this was entirely my fault. "Gee, thanks. That makes me feel better. Just call me Warped Activators R Us."