He's Stalking me.

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Parts 16
Time 49m

'Hey Andrea' Don't be scared, It's just me...Your stalker.'
I screamed. He's here, after all the stalking and anonymous phone calls, he's arrived.
I have a stalker.
He's here and there's no turning back.All Rights Reserved

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"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

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**on hold for editing** you are kidnapped by a creepypasta and it turns out that you might NOT die.

Never would I have expected to get sent here! The name is Andrea. I just turned 18 which sucks because if I was 17 I would of been too young to go here. My life was all good. I had just graduated from highschool and was looking for a good college to go to. But someone just had to go and mess it up. Someone framed me while I was out at the mall and that's when the courts decided to send innocent ol me to jail camp! Where theres girls and guys! This was the life for bad kids so this did not start off the best for me..dont get me wrong I dont take too much stuff but these kids were...well you'll see

My name is Kaitlin Reid. I'm simple-minded, boring, and a little less than capable of dealing with stressful situations. When I witnessed my best friend being murdered, I did all that I knew how to do, and I called the cops. They captured the murderer and put him in prison, and for a while, I felt safe. I had the cops on my side and just enough strength left in me to try to get my life back in order. But of course, as the story goes, that illusion of 'safety' was short-handed. The murderer escaped a high security prison. I know I am the top of his hit list. And I'm not sure when he will find me, or how he will do it, but he is after me. And my limited time is running out.

I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't supposed to find out. I'm not supposed to be here with them. Yet, here I am... Arianna Gallardo is changing. Changing cities, schools, houses, friendship. Now she must figure out which way to go. When she meets one stranger, he shows her that the impossible can happen, that it isn't just myth and fairytales, it's reality too. She meets someone else, and he shows her that it's not as easy to be broken as she thought. Now, she's caught in both of their webs, trying to escape, or trying to decide between Kaleb and Daniel. But Arianna is more worried about if she'll make it out alive...

"It's not stalking when you love someone. And it's not kidnapping when you've taken what's rightfully yours." --------------------------------------------------- *multiple povs will be in this story* *warning: mature language and contents throughout story IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING****

A young girl is alarmed when a anonymous hacker threatens to kill her parents, instead of going to the police she takes matters into her own hands. And the outcome is far worse then she could imagine. it would mean so much if you would comment what you like about my story! :)

I can't handle this alone, not the way I've been forced to deal with it. My family business of killing spirits puts me in shades of danger all the time, but this is different. There's a number in my phone. If I call it, he'll rush here and deal with it, and we can all go home safe. Tonight. Everyone knows, and everyone wants me to. But... I will not call Leo.

I'm not your typical 16 year old girl. I'm a quiet, homely and keep to myself kind of person. Until I met him. And this is when my life took a change.

This book tells the tale of true and horror filled experienced. These are stories from reddit, all credit goes towards the victims who have shared their tales. All of these experiences leaving them all saying one thing: "Let's Not Meet Again."

Suffering Among Flowers

"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

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