Chrissy Stranger Things Death Novels & Stories

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

"When did I wish death on you?" She turned red. "I'm tired—so tired of you." "You're old. You're always tired. Why not go rest?" I offered, still smiling. "Maybe lay down forever. Catch up to your precious boy." "Little creep." "I loved you too, Grandma." She stomped out, and I let my smile drop. Stupid bitch. I turned on the TV. "—a teenage girl was found deceased in an alley behind Mercer Street late last night around 11 p.m. Police have identified the victim as seventeen-year-old Jaclyn Fiddlestein, a student at Riverside High School. Officials say the cause of death was cardiac arrest secondary to positional asphyxia—"

she laughs in my face making my blood boil. “oh come on Chrissy you didn’t actually think I was dead did you” the question has me thinking back to when I left her laying there she was still and didn’t move not even when I reached down and kidder her on the forehead for the last time she didn’t move. “What’s the mater Chrissy cant face the truth of what you did in the face” she’s taunting me and i know it she’s trying to push my buttons. “what the fuck are you doing here V” she gets up from the couch and walks over to the tv stand then bends down pulling the blue box i had hidden in the back of my closest out and tosses it at my feet.

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?? "

Sophia cried, leaping up from her seat and jumping into his arms. "Peanut!" Tylor grinned, lifting her up in the air and whirling around with her. Greyson ground his teeth and looked at him with enough iciness to freeze over the Sahara. Lucas wrinkled his nose. "Peanut?" "Funny story," I looked at the little guy. "Sofia has a peanut allergy and Tylor forgets all the time and gives her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He swears that calling her 'peanut' helps him remember."

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

If anything, she kept acting more and more nice, as if she was trying to kill me with her kindness. And I did feel like I was going to die somehow. Decker was… barely talking to her. He spent his time working but there were times they’d talk. And I couldn’t stand and listen even if all I wanted was to sit on his lap and ride the hell out of him till I wrote my name on his dick. His dick… Fuck, how long has it been since I even had any action? If I could— “Hey—” I spun around, my bat instantly aimed at the person’s neck. Chrissy moved back, her eyes flaring as she stared at it then back at me.

Nobody wanted to ask the next question. Yet everyone already knew. "How?" Julian's jaw tightened. Then: "Cardiac arrest." The stranger laughed bitterly. Immediately. "That's not suspicious at all." No one disagreed. Because the nurse had survived twenty-eight years. She had survived the conspiracy. She had survived Thomas Reed's investigation. She had survived Elena Cross. Only to die hours after reappearing. The timing was impossible to ignore. Julian looked down at his phone. Then at the messages. Then at the location they had received.

He moved. He tackled the Stitched Doctor, the impact sounding like two cars colliding. They rolled into the creek, a chaotic tangle of white coats and black shadows. Julian wasn't using a scalpel; he was using his bare hands. He gripped her throat, and the water around them began to boil. "Julian, stop!" I managed to wheeze, my lungs finally expanding as he got closer. "You're killing her!" "She’s already dead!" Julian roared.

then she walked away to grace the other guests with her presence. Joyce also got pulled away by someone and I was standing all alone, heart pounding furiously. Wondering, hoping, and praying that the woman Charles Vanderbilt was having an affair with turned out to be Kris Jenner because that would explain the bracelet. It should be a coincidence that my mum was the second person to own that bracelet. And also, the “special” person who had gifted my mum the bracelet better be my dad. I felt a hand around my waist from behind and I knew it was him without turning around. I could recognize his scent from miles away.