I would be lying if I said I didn’t get a kick out of the assignment. Here I am, a “troubled youth,” and my self-chosen treatment is to become a stalker. Okay, not stalker. Research...

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us…

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

He had to get inside. It was essential that he know everything, the routes she took, her schedule, and the lay of the land. The silver moon glowed overhead, mocking him. Somewhere in the trees...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t...

Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.

Dear 30 years old, why are you stalking me? Please leave me alone or I’ll be forced to alert the authorities.

I won’t do anything Sara; this is not me trying to get into your pants, or to rekindle what we had. This is just me concerned over a friend I know for a long time...

I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I dont know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously...

You’re a stalker with hooves.””I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.

I have a stalker, a beautiful one: the sunset. Every day she’s there, watching me, whether I watch her or not.

I’m sorry, Melissa, but can you blame me for worrying? In less than an hour I found out you’re being stalked by a killer, sleeping with a stranger, and hiding with him in an empty...

Minds that have withered into psychosis are far more terrifying than any character of fiction.

Don’t play his game. Play yours.

You were spying on me?” I repeated, this time my tone was stern.”Nonsense! I was making sure you were safe.” He answered, fluttering his wings and landing in front of me. “That’s what friends do.

What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he’s out there, and he’s clearly not going to...

I can’t predict your future. I’m just asking you if I can be a part of it.

I don’t believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit,...