Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town Novels & Stories

Old lady was still crazy. ***

Monique said, getting to the pool with November. She has been showing her around. November stepped away from the poolside. "You know I hate pools" she said. "You're still not over your fear for pools and waters?" Monique replied, leaving the pool with her . " Let's check out the last place, cinema!" She winked. " This hostel has a cinema?" November said surprisingly. "Of course" Monique shrugged. They got to the big cinema and November shook her head. " So.... This is it" Monique said.

The hairs on my arms stood up, static, and I realized that I wasn't alone as I thought. Tall, iron gates protected the grounds, and there were cameras installed at specific locations, recording every movement. The sound came from just ahead, a short distance away: branches and dried leaves cracked underfoot, and I could hear the crunching of pine needles as well. Too heavy and noisy for a squirrel, bird, or mouse. Honey badgers sometimes could be spotted every once in a while, while Deers sometimes scaled the fence, but those occasions were extremely rare. As I jogged closer, I made out the sound of labored breathing. The intruder was human.

Antonio's POV I smile at Stanley in satisfaction for a job well done before glancing at the address scribbled on the sheet of paper in my hands with a proud smirk. Stanley took a lot of time and kept me waiting because I gave him two jobs at a time but it was worth the wait. I can't believe Harley Davidson, the only crazy woman on earth who is proud and poor, is living in a slum and a shabby home like this. Stanley did not only get the address, but he also provided me with a clear picture of the building.

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

I replied. "Good," she continued. "How's the job looking? Listen, you can't be lazy up there. The city isn't like home. You have to—" Before she could finish her lecture, Uncle Mike suddenly drove all the way into me. Caught off guard, every muscle in my body seized up. A split second later, every cell seemed to scream in pure release. I couldn't help it, and a moan tore right out of my throat. "Chloe? What's wrong? What was that sound?" Mom asked, sounding confused.

There was a room available, so I rented it. The innkeeper, Archie Duncan, was friendly. In the evening, while we sat around the fire, he entertained the guests with strange stories about Doom Canyon. Doom Canyon was also known as Ravenspire Canyon. The locals of Maranigan referred to it as the "Gateway of Reincarnation." But guides never dared take anyone inside. Archie asked, "Did you come alone?" I shook my head. "With my wife." "But I don't see her," Archie said, confused.

By the time I reached the night market, the place was already in ruins. The small stall my mother had spent days setting up had been smashed to pieces. The old sewing machine my father left behind had been reduced to a pile of scrap metal. My mother sat collapsed on the ground, completely lifeless. I rushed over and dropped to my knees beside her, trying to help her up, but she clutched the broken parts tightly, refusing to let go. "Sebastian… It's gone… It's all gone… Even the last thing your father left us…"

At first, I thought that I was just hallucinating but the sounds get louder and louder. What’s happening? Did Almothean’s relatives came? Let’s play!hihihihi Creepy. The voice is unsettling. It's hoarse, and the child's laugh is terrifying. It also echoed down the empty and silent corridor. While the children are laughing, several footsteps can be heard running back and forth. Blaine, sensing that something is wrong, immediately covered his ears and covered himself with the blanket. Blaine! Let’s play? Play with us Blaine!

Still, she now knows others recognize that something peculiar is going on, as evidenced by the way her neighbors’ eyes darted anxiously amid the tension that had taken root in her hometown. Mahdfel had always seemed like a forgotten dot on the map, a sleepy town where everyone knew each other’s secrets and the biggest excitement was the annual harvest festival. But lately, even here, the shadows from Terra, the nearest large city, crept closer. The problems there—crime, violence, corruption—were no longer distant rumors. The city’s chaos poured in through every screen and every shaken traveler. Worst of all, Autumn realized, was the sense that Terra’s greatest threat was its own government o