Scary Stalkers Novels & Stories

I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name. My phone rang, and I sighed in relief to see that it was Felix. "C, I heard what happened." "Who told you?" "Come on, in this town, any little news on me or you will spread like wildfire. Anyway, since you are home, let's go out." "I really don't want to. After what happened today, I think it's best if I stay in." "If you allow that sicko to scare you now, he will scare you forever." "No."

“I have one male friend, and he’s married to my best friend. We were just having fun talking when there was a sound.” Officer Brady’s brown eyes narrow on the paper. “Right. Are you sure this isn’t a weird prank from your neighbor? Because you have to understand, stalking is a pattern of strange behavior. I don’t see a pattern here.” “I also had this,” I say, showing him the screenshots from my stream. “This user was actually banned, because he kept threatening the other users. But the platform protects their identity, and I have no way of—” “Wait, where do you work?”

“What guy? Like a detective?” “No. A hacker.” Thomas grinned at her with a devilish smirk. “I will tell you everything, but first I need to say the other thing.” Both of them shot me a curious look and I continued with a smile. “Steven found something. We might have a clue who the stalker is. The owner of the maze is her father.” “Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Thomas eyed me. “Well, we were having such a fun ride, I didn’t want to spoil it.” I shrugged and picked out my mobile to google Spookyville.

Wyatt said finally. "Then you need to understand something. Stalkers don't see obstacles as people. They see them as problems to be solved. And sometimes..." She paused, choosing her words with extreme care. "Sometimes problems get solved in permanent ways. Sometimes people who stand between a stalker and their target have accidents. Car accidents. Muggings gone wrong. Random violence that can't be traced back to anyone specific." "Jesus," Lauren whispered. "I can't prove any of this," Sarah continued. "I can't share case files or make accusations. But I can tell you to be careful. To trust your instincts. To take every precaution." She looked at Lauren. "Do you have a firearms license?"

Teased her for being dramatic. Half the school ended up with food poisoning. I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Don’t remind me.” “Well, you know damn sure it is,” she groans. I stare at her, cold dread sweeping through me. “No,” I say firmly, shaking my head. “We’re not doing this. We are not going to let him win before he even does anything.” Mira watches me carefully. “The stalker thrives on fear,” I grit through clenched teeth. “If he sees that we’re scared, he’ll keep playing with us. Keep dangling that video over our heads.”

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.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

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?

As if the driver was sensing her distress,he does away leaving a dumbfounded August alone. After riding for almost ten minutes, Ava realised that he hadn't told the driver her destination but was somehow surprised that he was taking the exact route to her house. She shivered thinking that she could have earned herself yet another stalker. In showbiz it was not a new thing for a superstar to have crazy and obsessive fans turning to stalkers, she was once a victim of stalking. That crazy fan would stalk her all day and send her creepy messages that freaked the hell out of her. It had come to a situation that the police had to be involved. Just thinking about it gave Ava the chills.

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.