Stalker Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Sure enough, under everyone's gaze, the young woman who had just run out was instantly enveloped in black mist as soon as she stepped out of the cafeteria. A scream echoed from within, and the mist slowly transformed into a red, blood-like fog. When the red fog finally dissipated, all that remained on the ground were bloodstains and a few bones. At that sight, the remaining few abandoned any thoughts of escaping. It was the first time I had seen such fear in their eyes. Their gazes, however, were fixed on my father, who stood beside me.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

"Is it so scary?" Hana asked Henry curiously. Henry's panicked expression was accusing him, his face pale, his eyes unbelievably panicked. Hana stood still, waiting for Henry to settle down, and asked, "Is that store scary?" Henry said fearfully, "It's a store for the abandoned. Those who entered it became criminals of the entire Quansi continent. Hana, the fact that we came in here will spread all over the place," "No one knows we got in here," Hana reassured Henry.

All that mattered to her was to kill that God damn cockroach. "Where did it go to? Where!" Jax seeing that she has bought his lie, played along. "It went under the bed" he stooped low in search of an imaginary cockroach while Stacy waited patiently for the kill. He rolled his eyes and exhaled. Removing his flip flop, he moved it under the bed and suddenly, they heard a thud as though something struck the bed, Stacy jolted, with her body shivering a little. "I've killed it." He yelled under the bed and dragged his flip-flop like it was holding something. Stacy seemed really scared and he smirked at how frightened she was. He couldn't believe that she can be this scared of a cockroach.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Just dust and cobwebs and a single rocking chair. The police said I must have imagined it. Stress. Exhaustion. Too many horror movies. But I know what I saw. And sometimes, late at night, when I'm alone in my apartment, I hear a soft scuffling in the hallway. I feel eyes on me, watching from the shadows. And I wonder if she's still hungry. I wonder if she's already found another girl to take my place.

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.

I need to get this guy and I need to disable him now before he can get to Tanya. I turn a corner and look at a bunch of clothes and mannequins all stacked together. The stalker’s scent is coming from there. “I know you’re there,” I say. “Come out now. I can smell you.” Nothing. Qadira growls in my head. ‘Be ready for anything. This man is dangerous,’ I say to her. I extend my claws, ready for him to attack. Slowly, I reach out then quickly push the clothes aside. Behind them is a pile of clothing, the pungent scent of the stalker assaults my nose. A moment too late, I realize it’s a trap.

he answered flatly. I stopped mid-step, my body going still as his words sank in, a chill running down my spine. “A mass murderer?” I repeated under my breath, my fingers tightening slightly. He glanced back at me, his expression unreadable. “Are you scared? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who get scared easily,” he remarked, his tone almost teasing as he kept walking. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, then hurried after him, my steps slower now as unease settled in my chest.

And then, just as she pulled the curtain back, she saw it, a face, pressed close to the glass, staring back at her with eyes wide and unblinking. Stella gasped, stumbling backward, her heart racing, but when she looked again, the face was gone, leaving nothing but her own reflection staring back. "Morgan, I...I think something is in our home, something scary, and it has been following me since morning," Stella spoke hurriedly immediately Morgan picked up his phone. "Don't be afraid, I will be there in a minute!" And sure enough it wasn't even a minute before he arrived, gasping.