Chrissy Stranger Things Full Body Novels & Stories

The whole hall exploded, murmurs surging up on every side. Karina looked at her own profile, sharp and clear on the screen, and a violent shudder ran through her as she shrilled back, "This is fabricated! You got someone to doctor the footage! Eli, say something, it was you yourself who ruled she was the thief back then!" She whipped her head around toward Eli at the door of the box across the way, desperate for some shred of support. Eli stood frozen where he was. Beneath the silver-gray hair, his features were ashen, his lips opening and closing again and again without a single word coming out.

“You can’t. Not now. Come with me.” He guided me toward the back of the house. I didn’t resist anymore. My body shook too violently. When we reached the backyard, I stopped again. My sisters were there, sitting on a wooden bench, laughing. Chatting like nothing was wrong. Talking about one thing. “Did you see the stranger?” Iris giggled. “Veylor Caith. The one with the camera.” I stared at them in disbelief, tears still flowing. Tallis placed a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, hurting, confused, unable to understand how they could laugh while Papa was fighting for his life inside.

My grandfather had been dead for years. Marcus looked just as surprised as I felt. The stranger continued watching me carefully. As though measuring my reaction. "You knew him?" I whispered. "Very well." I stared at him. Trying to determine whether he was lying. Trying to understand what was happening. The stranger slowly reached into his coat. Instantly, half a dozen weapons aimed directly at his chest. "Easy." He froze. Then carefully withdrew a small object. Not a weapon. A photograph. He held it out. Marcus stepped forward and took it first.

I squinted my eyes and walked closer to get a better look at what she was showing me. Color drained off my face and I froze. Aaron stood in front of his car, in a parking lot that didn’t look familiar, dressed in the outfit he had worn yesterday. His hand was wrapped around a woman’s waist, and she rested her head on his chest, her eyes closed like it was some comforting safe space. When I looked harder, it was indeed Vivienne. My mouth opened, but no words came out. “That’s not all,” my mum said swiping the screen and another picture appeared.

She quickly pushed herself off the body and scrabbled backwards. The body's torso was cut open, all it vital organs spilling out like they meant nothing to it. His neck had a jagged scar on it like something had been feeding off it for weeks. His eyes were covered in mist and his skin was white the sign of no life. An ear piercing scream tore from her throat alerting all passes by of her new found horror. She got up to her feet and ran towards her dorm as her friends ran towards her. They were smoking and chatting outside when they heard her scream. All the student body that were lurking on their porch or just taking a walk were drawn to the scene and so were Jess and Asher. They took one lo

- What happened to me? - Do not you remember? Vic sat down on the ground, crossed his legs and looked thoughtfully at Yarsi. - I didn't apply? “No,” it was not Vic who answered him, but Matzher, who had appeared quite imperceptibly in the clearing. Yarsi jumped to his feet in one quick movement and staggered involuntarily, the tug almost throwing his body up, but he tried to stay on the ground. The Stranger came closer and peered at him with a piercing look. His right hand, as before, was hidden by a glove, but Yarsi remembered what it looked like, and from this, horror stirred in his mind with cold tentacles. He involuntarily backed away, his eyes changed again, as if he saw Matzher simulta

No one but this stranger had ever seen her body before, and it felt strange, but she had no choice. When she opened her eyes, he wasn't looking at her face anymore. He motioned for her to crawl to him, sending shivers down her spine. As she obeyed, a fire alarm suddenly blared. "Fire! It's a fire!" she panicked, but he remained calm, instructing her to stay put before leaving the room. Terrified, Cindy hastily put her dress back on and rushed out, wondering why a building like this would be on fire. As she descended the corridor, she saw no sign of Mr. Stranger. Had he vanished?

"You couldn't have known what was going to happen. You're not responsible for any of this." I nodded, trying to believe her words, but the guilt weighed heavy on my heart. Stella was so good at reading my thoughts and guessing what I'd say next. "We should take him somewhere where he can be laid to rest," Stella said, her voice full of compassion. "That's why we are here," the driver replied. As I stared down at Chris's body. I noticed something strange in the arm. Why was Chris's body still fresh? The room is supposed to smell of deaf humans. The arm seemed tampered with, a little detached from the body, and there was something like screws all over the joints.

He is really angry. We went silent. But who would have thought that he is not yet finished. Cedric approached the bed where Khrystyanna lays her unconscious body. He opened the collar of her white blouse and a large two pointed wound showed itself embedded on her neck. It looks like bite marks of animals like snakes. But judging by its size, it's impossible to be a snake. And the place of it is way too strange for a snake to attack. "What is that?!" Christian asked, dumbfounded.

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .