A Piece Of Strange Novels & Stories

The way she was looking at me was enough to know that something strange was going on with her, and she looked different. I looked around her and then back to her hands on the table. I didn't get what was going on with her, but I knew this must have something to do with what happened at the council. It is their fault. She wouldn't be like this if they didn't mention all of those nonsense. What am I supposed to do to help her now? Then a strange pendant, one I'm very sure I've never seen before, floated between us, spinning slowly, suspended in the pale morning light. What the hell is this thing, and why is it moving like this?

They were thin, but it was fine, I even got real pearls,' she continued. 'You’re crazy, next time, be careful. You might get framed up,' I replied. After what happened with their guard, she told us about their flatmate. 'Madam, this is another one! You know how on F******k, when you search "people near me," it shows the location of your friends near you? Well, I accidentally clicked that feature, and oh my, I was shocked (she exaggerated while telling the story). Marie forgot to turn off her internet, and it showed she was at the house of the black American guy. The worst part was, her live-in partner saw her. Isn’t that stupid?! Hahaha!' she said.

“Havent you noticed anything strange about them?” “Well, everyone says they're dangerous even though they don't look it. And Roman's presence always puts me on edge. That could also be because of what I've heard about him. Other than that, nothing.” Grace shook her head, curiosity still dancing in her eyes when she noticed her response didn't fully satisfy Joan. “That's not just it. I have been having strange experiences ever since I encountered them, and that of yesterday was even worse.” “What happened yesterday?” Grace probed, knitting her brows.

“That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?” “Why are you afraid of me?” He asked, getting in my way, and hovering over me. I pinched the same side I had to get him to stop taking earlier and he let out a girly squeal. “Terrified. Just as terrified as you were on the plane.” I laugh, going around him to continue walking.

tang ina bakit ganon parang balewala lang sakanya ang mga gamit niyang nasira parang wala itong pakielam samantalang pag ito nangyari sa mga kagamitan sa bahay ay syempre wala din akong pakielam hindi naman ako may bili mga yon kaya wala akong karapatan mag react hehe. Napa aray ako ng mabangga ko ang likod nito bakit kaya ang tigas tigas ng katawan ng lalaking to, agad kong sinundan ang tingin nito at doon ko nakita ang mamahaling ref nito na gutay gutay na at nag kalat lahat ng ibat ibang pagkain, napakamot naman ito sa ulo. Wala narin ang mga maid niya mukhang nag sialisan na dahil sa takot nila sa dumating na demonyong brayan.

"These are my newly concocted poisons. The darker the color, the more lethal it is. Today's your lucky day, you get to try the whole spectrum." The stranger pondered whether that luck was supposed to be appealing. However, after trying just two colors, he couldn't bear it anymore and screamed, "I really can't say! If I do, the worms in my brain will explode, and I'll die immediately!" Larissa, recalling the fake Alma, blurted out, "Are you afflicted with brain worms as well?" The stranger nodded frantically. "Since you know, you must also know that if I mention certain words, the worms in my brain will explode, and I won't survive."

In the middle of the chaos, Benjamin stood up from his seat to find out what was troubling the janitor, and saw a black casket flying into the house. “Oh! My God,” his wife, who had seen the casket too, screamed, and attempted to hide under the dining table. Now, the daughters stood up, and tried to process what was going on. Suddenly, they saw the strange casket shatter into pieces in the middle of the tiled floor. Then, the family was frightened to their bones because such could only happen when the spirit of the dead, who was denied justice, returned with fury to demand for one. Subsequently, the family, who was astounded by the abnormal occurrence, saw Hazel putting on a mourning cloth,

The puzzle pieces were scattered, and I was left to piece them together. With each encounter, a sense of familiarity gnawed at my consciousness. There was something about the way the stranger moved, the way their voice resonated, that stirred a distant memory within me. But try as I might, I couldn't put a face or a name to the enigmatic figure haunting my life.