Creepy Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

His company was a start-up so they weren't very helpful like a more established corporation would be in our situation. It forced my mom to move in with her second cousin who was a hermit. Ginny was 60-something years old but looked like she could be 80. She collected newspaper clippings on old murder cases and read books about werewolves. She swore she saw one, knew of them even, this was all before I was born. And it's because of her fear of werewolves she hasn't left her house in over a decade.

“We live in Ravenwood. This town’s been weird since birth.” They exchanged a look. That unspoken truth that they both knew something was wrong, something real and terrifying bound them together tighter than anything else could’ve. Aiden took a breath. “I’m not… normal anymore.” Cass didn’t flinch. “Define not normal.” “I can hear stuff. Smell stuff. Last night I heard my neighbor crying through the wall. And this morning I caught the scent of Mrs. Thornton’s perfume before she even got out of her car.” “Okay,” Cass said slowly, blinking. “That’s… not terrifying at all.”

"You're not a freak. We're just werewolves living among humans. Don't panic and don't think too much about it." I drove home. But my irritation grew when my next-door neighbor, a math professor, and his small wife waved at me and approached my car. I hated people who thought they could barge into people's homes without invitation. It didn't help that these neighbors of mine talked my ears off with all the gossip and tidbits, including things that didn't concern me. "Professor CJ. What a coincidence. We were about to come in to say hi and spend the evening with you." I forced myself to smile. "Hello, Professor Lee. Doctor Lee. Sure. It's always a pleasure to have you."

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

But now, a room is bright, with the silhouette of a man sitting and watching. Oh, my god! My creepy neighbor is the burglar!

Sahana threw her hands up, "Aw comeonn just man up and watch itt. It's not even that scary." I gave her a *did you not hear what I just said?!* look. "Pleaaasseee, for meeee. I'm the one who's sick ya know." She pointed at herself. I rolled my eyes in defeat, "Ugh ok fine. Don't expect the neighbors to NOT come knocking on your door after, asking whether there is a hyena on crack living with you. Just sayin." I shrugged. A giggle escaped from Sahana, "Hehe it's ok I'll deal with it."

Nora’s POV I couldn’t believe what was happening. I stood in front of my neighbor’s house, surrounded by flashing lights and nosy reporters. They were all here because of the Claw Killer. He had struck again the night before, and this time he had killed my neighbors. I had seen their bodies. They were lying on their bed, their eyes wide open in horror. Their necks were cut open, and their chests were torn apart.

I had to find a way to pay her back for that. And the opportunity came sooner than I expected. The next day, Joe and Lesley invited me to join them for a horror movie night. Tess mentioned she'd had a long day and just wanted to head to bed early, so she showered and went straight to the bedroom. That left just the three of us for the movie. Initially, Joe sat in the middle, but within minutes, he decided the seat at the end was "more interesting" and swapped spots with Lesley. As the horror scenes unfolded with eerie music and suspenseful moments, I found myself intensely focused on the screen, trying to anticipate the next scare. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my leg, tracing soft circl

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

" We watched the sun go down as we were walking I'd spend the rest of my life standing here talking You would explain the current as I just smile Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change And It'll be us, just for a while Do we even exist? That's when I make the wish, To swim away with the fish ∆ The landlady is shouting since the early morning barking orders, I feel bad for the guys working since dawn. When I wake up this morning, Jamie informs me about the new neighbour moving in next door, I was furious at whoever it is because the room next door is one of the best but the landlady don't allow us to rent claiming she is to let her far relative stay for free and new neighbour is