A Piece Of Strange の小説・ストーリー

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I gasped softly and almost dropped it. There, tangled between the bristles, was something that didn’t belong. It wasn't human. It wasn't normal. It was a strand of dark, coarse fur. My breath stopped before I got hold of myself. I need to do the fucking test.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her legs trembled with fear. As she walked, the darkness seemed to press in around her, making her feel claustrophobic. She stumbled, her bound hands flailing out to catch herself against the wall. Her fingers brushed against something smooth and metallic, and for a moment, she thought she might have found a tool to help her escape. But it was just a pipe, cold and unyielding under her touch.

She looked around one last time before she exited the building with tears threatening to fall. ....................................... ( The following day ) Ivy threw her head back as she sighed, her driver pressing the horn repeatedly, they were heading home from an hectic day at work and there seemed to be a hold up at the front. Something suddenly caught her attention from the far corner of her eyes , she turned her head towards the side glass, her eyes glued on a stranger walking a sleek black cat along the sidewalk. A familiar thrill ran down her spine, could it be? Taking a deep breath, she bolted out of her car and approached the familiar stranger. " Hey there!" Ivy called out, her he

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

Straightening all the chairs put everything in its place and just when I looked around and appreciated my work, I heard a startled cry. I looked around and saw Dr. Grumpy lying on the floor, cursing and using colorful words. But how did he fall?? Weird man!! " What the hell?? Who the hell removed the chair from here? And why?? "

His hands are on his side pocket but his eyes are glued directly to Blaine “Especially if they are already own by someone else” He added What does he mean by that? More importantly, why is he here?! “I suggest that you mind your own business” the bastard said while still grabbing on his arm “The one in your arms is my man. Shouldn’t I interfere if my favorite flower is being swarmed by bees?” What? Your man? Excuse me? Since when did I, Blaine Timothy Fuentebella became somebody’s man? The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?”

What was it with him and walking away? Strange man.

I soothed it again. After finishing my food, I returned to my room to rest for a while when I heard the dog barking again. I went outside and saw it still barking at the east room. Today was truly bizarre! I remembered what the villager had said earlier and felt a genuine fear! I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for the news from 20 years ago. What shocked me was that a murder had indeed occurred in this very house! Even more frightening was that it had happened 20 years ago today. A deranged mother had murdered her nine-year-old daughter! The murder was brutal—the mother drove a steel nail into the girl's skull!

“You’re saying… our world was born from something worse?” The stranger gave a slow nod. “The sky you see is a lock.” Aria stared upward again. “And something locked away is trying to break out.” The stranger’s voice turned grim. “It has always tried.” Another violent tremor rippled through the valley. The geometry above them suddenly burnt brighter. Then, something dreadful happened. One of the glowing lines snapped. A thin crack of pure white light crossed the surface of the lattice like a single crack in a glass. Dax cussed.