The Stalker's Shadow: Stalker
The Stalker's Shadow: Stalker
It started with the feeling of being watched. Every night, as Daniel walked home from work, he sensed it—an unsettling presence lurking in the shadows. At first, he dismissed it as paranoia. But soon, the feeling turned into something more sinister.
One evening, as he passed the dimly lit alley near his apartment, he heard footsteps echoing behind him. He quickened his pace, but the sound matched his rhythm. He turned sharply.
Nothing.
Shaking off the fear, he continued home. But the sense of unease clung to him like a second skin.
The following night, it happened again.
“Hello?” Daniel called out, his voice barely above a whisper.
No answer. Just the distant hum of the city and the flickering of a dying streetlamp.
He forced himself to laugh. “You’re imagining things, man.”
Then he saw it.
A shadow at the end of the alley. Still. Watching.
His breath caught in his throat. The figure didn’t move, didn’t flinch—just stood there, shrouded in darkness. Then, in a blink, it was gone.
Daniel ran.
The Messages Begin
He tried to shake it off as exhaustion, but when he got home, his phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: Why did you run?
Daniel’s blood turned to ice. He stared at the screen, his mind racing. His fingers trembled as he typed back.
Daniel: Who is this?
No response.
For the next few days, he avoided the alley, taking a longer route home. The messages stopped, and he started to convince himself that it was all in his head.
Until one night.
He was sitting on his couch when his phone lit up again.
Unknown Number: Come back to the alley.
His stomach churned.
Daniel: Leave me alone.
Unknown Number: Look outside.
A chill ran down his spine. Slowly, he approached his window and peered through the blinds.
There, under the flickering streetlight, stood the figure.
The Encounter
Panic surged through him. He locked his doors, turned off the lights, and tried to steady his breathing.
The phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number: You can’t hide forever.
Daniel had had enough. He grabbed a baseball bat and stormed outside. “Who the hell are you? What do you want?”
The figure didn’t move.
As he stepped closer, the streetlight flickered violently, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Then, in a distorted, guttural voice, the figure spoke.
“I’ve always been here.”
Daniel stumbled backward. The figure took a slow step forward. Its form seemed to shift, like smoke trying to take shape. Eyes—deep, hollow voids—bored into him.
He turned and ran.
Behind him, the footsteps followed.
The Truth Unveiled
Daniel didn’t stop until he reached his apartment. He slammed the door and collapsed against it, gasping for air.
His phone buzzed one last time.
Unknown Number: See you soon.
The police found nothing. No signs of forced entry. No suspicious figures on security cameras. But Daniel knew the truth.
The stalker wasn’t human.
And it wasn’t done with him yet.
Final Thoughts
Some shadows never fade. They watch. They wait. And when the time is right… they strike.
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