Scary Stalkers Novels & Stories

But today had been quite bizzare; I have been walking through this alley for close to ten minutes by my estimation and not a single soul to be seen on sight creepy huh? I was almost out of the alley, when I suddenly heard footsteps and i turned to see group of guys headed my way too. Something strange about the way they walk; they all had dark hoods that reminded you of those stalkers in horror movies; why I keep making reference to horror movies? Well maybe it's because I am kinda hooked with that genre. I was hoping they would walk past me, but they didn't and I became very suspicious of their movement. I decided to increase the pace at which i walked; clearly, no one would want to die at

Stacy: “Lydia relax, I am not getting you, slow down and tell me what is going on,” I fight the urge not to freak out. “Stacy, they are after me, I don’t know who they are I think they are stalking me, someone is watching me,” her words came in roll and I could feel the terror in her voice, she must be really scared.

Why else would these gangsters keep barging into our living room demanding stuff? "We really need to do something about this situation. I'm scared to even step out of the house. I know for sure Victor show up at the restaurant and won't even bat an eye before kidnapping me. Oh god! The idea of being alone with Victor makes me so sick." Scarlett was clearly having a panic attack. I can't even blame her because Victor was pretty serious about taking matters in his own hands. "We need someone who can scare Victor." Scarlett said. Asher Lancaster. "Someone who is more powerful than Victor." She added

The realization hits me that I am completely alone in the mansion; my family is out for dinner, and there are no servants inside the house. A lump forms in my throat, and I feel a wave of fear grip me, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. Slowly, I muster the courage to move away from the window, closing it tightly behind me. Terror courses through me; this is a situation I've never experienced before. The realization that I have a stalker sends shivers down my spine. The chilling thought that if he were to harm me right now, no one would be aware of my fate makes my skin crawl with dread.

And then, all of a sudden, my breath caught in my throat as the events of the last night started stringing together in my mind. Hemlock Club. Dance floor. Eyes on me. A stranger approached me. With a drink. We danced. He tried to touch me. The panic. The fear…and then… I let out a loud gasp as I remembered how my stalker intervened. Bile rose in my throat at the image of those twisted wrists bent at weird angles. The next memory slammed into me like a freight train. I rushed into the restroom only to be cornered by my stalker. His fury. His seething rage. His voice. His body caging mine. The closeness.

Gianna echoed, glancing at the bathroom door consciously before bringing her voice lower. “So my stalker's also a bike thief?” “Apparently, there's been a string of similar incidents lately. Word on the street is it's a bunch of delinquent high schoolers doing this. They follow people around, scare the shit out of them and maybe lift a wallet or two.” Gianna mulled over the news as Sonia kept talking. Something about the incident told her it was different…whoever that person was, he certainly didn’t feel to her like some punk kid.

I shout, the numbness that surrounded and protected me now starting to crack. “Miss, it doesn’t take a lot to get these kinds of stalkers going. Sometimes it can be something as innocent as a friendly hello, a smile, passing on the street or even seeing your picture somewhere. They build this obsession in their head and this entire fictional world that they believe is real and think you’re aware of. I may not know who is doing this, but I do know it’s not your fault,” asserts the officer. Maybe he’s not entirely desensitized as I thought.

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

I said as I took a big swig of my drink; tonight is supposed to be a fun night. Caroline reached across the table and took my hand. "We'll figure it out, I promise. And tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." The food was delicious, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time we left, both of us were slightly drunk, our spirits high. We stumbled down the street, giggling at the shapes the shadows made in the nighttime. As we approached a park, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them—the same two stalkers who had been following me for weeks. Panic set in as I realized they were still after me.

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.