Stalking Stories Novels & Stories

"Liam, you can't be here. You shouldn't miss me. We aren't a thing or soo..., what you are doing is called stalking. I'm going to call 911." " You wish!" " What?!! Are you alright? Have you hit your head? Noo, no, have you lost your mind?" " You feel it, don't you? The connection,..., the feeling...., the scent. I know you love it, you miss it.., you want it. "

“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.”

Instantly, Janice's brows shoot up diametrically. "Why would you lie? Why didn't say the truth? Was something preventing you? And how the hell did he find out?!" So many questions that need to be answered, Janice thought as she studied her friend closely. Hannah's mouth flattened into a tight line. Her throat worked on a swallow. "I discovered that he stalked us that very day we went to St Lauren's. " the words came out like hot coal. Janice's spine turned to iron. "He stalked us?!! How when? !"

"Do you know Stacy Conway's story?" Now my stomach did back flips. "Yeah, I do." Stacy was a model. Her stalker served two years in prison. A week after his release, he killed her. No- that wasn't exactly correct. He slaughtered her. "She was mine." That brought me out of my horrible thoughts. "Yours?"

he growled. *Stalking, taking secret pictures, collecting personal information and interfaring someone's privacy is considered a crime! Did you not know that? You should feel lucky that Tony has decided not to press charges, otherwise, it wouldn't just have been your job that you lose" Joshua looked scared. He took a step back and then turned a furious gaze at Sarah, "Miss, why are you not saying anything? You paid me to stalk him. You told me to collect his information. Why am I the only one being accused?"

com Dear Boss, I highly think stalking someone counts as a crime… as to why I ran, I’m afraid you have the wrong missus Sir. If that’s all, I would like to get back to work. Yours faithfully, My name’s not RED. I shot the email to him, resuming to my work with my head held high. Five minutes later, another notification pinged, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel like I wanted to pee. From: kadehawkins@elitemotors.com To: cassandrabates@elitemotors.com Red haired Cassie, Stalk—pursue or approach stealthily.

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

My past has followed me down here and it has caught up with me. Eight Entry: I saw him last night, he was following closely behind. I knew it was him, he was trying to trail me home, trying to make me scared and miserable. He turned up at my restaurant today when he saw me joking around with my co-workers. His eyes turned red and he smirked at me. I went to the officers to report the stalking and they told me to come back if he shows up again. I’m too scared to sleep at night, I don’t know when he’ll come just like a thief and put a bullet straight through my head. Like he had said, I’ll never find happiness. //////////////////:::

“Then why did you marry him? I saw your wedding live on television. You looked quite happy. So don’t expect me to believe your tale.” She gave me a desperate look. “It isn’t a tale, Drake. It’s the truth. He stalked me for months, and the day I went to a nightclub, he followed me there. What looked like an accidental meeting was actually a well-planned move. He spiked my drink while I had no idea about his intentions.” Her story didn’t click. Why would such a famous entrepreneur stalk her? “But why would he do such a thing?”

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.