Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town Novels & Stories

May adjusted the dress up the cleavage. She just wasn't feeling the whole thing. She did not want to tell herself that she felt nervous so she found a reason to complain. The dress wasn't that tight, her confidence seems to be running away. She looked out the window as they got to the biggest part of the city. This is known as the Village of Wealth. It isn't really a village. It's just something made up to complement the riches of all those who lived there.

The road was uneven, littered with debris, and the faint smell of decay lingered in the air. Sebastian, inexplicably upbeat, bounded ahead with a grin more suited to a party than this rundown town. "They better have some good food in this shithole." "Don't get too excited," I warned. "There aren't fields of crops or herds of animals out here. It's mostly tasteless mush, ninety percent mushrooms." Sebastian leaned in, whispering in my ear. "Why are those women staring at us like that?" He nodded toward a group of women gathered outside a decrepit bar, their attire too revealing, too flashy for the town's grim surroundings.

It was one of those lazy, hot afternoons that made the whole neighborhood feel drowsy and slow — like even the sun was napping. Ceiling fans whirred like grumbling grandmas, and the air smelt of mangoes and melting glue sticks. Timtim Mishra, who was very much not napping, was standing in front of the TV cabinet downstairs, remote in hand, eyebrows furrowed like she’d just been personally betrayed. “Nothing’s working, Maa!” she shouted. “The cable’s dead!”

She then slowly opened the door and we hesitantly went in. “Hello?” The stench hit me first before I took in the chaos around me. There were littered boxes of takeout and bottles of alcohol lying about and unfinished lines of white on every surface. I scrunched up my face in disgust. Lounging in a chair, at the middle of the pigsty, were two men. Their clothes were dishevelled and their cheeks ruddy. The better looking one stared in our direction. He didn’t even bother hiding his leer when he spied the both of us. My skin crawled as his beady eyes scanned my body, before announced,

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But the past days have really been weird,I act as if it's nothing but questions have really begun steering up inside of me. Why are so secluded? They all hardly go out into town except for groceries and stuffs like that. Why do I feel like they are keeping something, may be something they don't want me finding out about. Why the strange noises I hear around the house,like wild animals live closely. It could be possible considering the area their houses are located. I defended. What's up with Cameron and the big bad title given to him. Alpha. 'Well I'm told he's kinda a king to them.' My inner thought again defended.

Nothing made sense, I wanted to ask more questions but I knew answers won't be given. The wall pushed open, a loud heavy drawing sound, it opened a little, enough to drive through. She drove through the small opening in the wall, my throat instantly dried up, something definitely smelt different. It was almost eerie, too eerie. She drove past some tall, pale looking trees. In a few minutes, we came to a town, a dark coloured town, like a haunted vampire city. "This place is scary," I said with a little fear. "There are no flowers, no music or plants. At least, good normal looking plants, those trees look like ents and the bushes are shaped like dead people."

Everyone was gathered. From grandparents to siblings and friends. The house was full of people, eagerly waiting for the birthday boy, Christoffer Derrick, to arrive. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Derrick, were one of the wealthiest people of Goldfinch, one of the smallest towns in California, recognized for being a target to endless crimes. It was mandatory for people to stay inside at night. The town was rumoured to be cursed. There was no other expalnation to the sickening crimes committed by maksed criminals. From the time the mayor's house had been set on fire, to the time people were violated and killed under the public's sight.

I couldn't give up, not when there was still a chance. I redoubled my efforts, searching for any way to escape. I examined every inch of my cell, looking for any weakness or flaw that I could exploit. But couldnt find any. I couldnt help but think of the article i read that day. Over the past 100 years, the small town of Greendale has been plagued by strange and unexplained occurrences in the nearby woods. These events, ranging from strange howls in the night to reports of ghostly figures, have left the townspeople on edge and searching for answers.

BC. Sammy starts her short 13 minute or so drive home (depending on if she gets stuck at either one of the towns 2 stoplights) to the outskirts of town to her family's ranch. As she drives through the downtown area of Rigley, Sammy passes Mama Mia's, Thompson's, and all of the other closed businesses, she can't help but to think "this place looks like a ghost town at night." Just as Sammy completes her thoughts, she is quickly interrupted by a deafening, static type noise emulating from her speakers that is going up and down in tone.