Creepy Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

Despite of it,I kept my chin up defiantly. One day I was late to home as my mother instructed me to buy some vegetables and bread.I returned around seven p.m.The night was beautiful in Chicago.Did I tell you how much I enjoy cab ride?I entered the elevator of my building and surprisingly I saw my hot neighbour looking dapper in his crisp suit.His face not showing any ounce of expression but his eyes were blazing.I quickly entered and pressed my floor number.After sometime the elevator's light flickered and suddenly the lights were out and the elevator stopped. I was downright scared.I am afraid of darkness since my cousin pull a stunt on me when I was young.Scratch that,I hate darkness.I did

The stench of rot drifted up through the stairwell. The zombies were inside the building. My blood ran cold. The fever burning through me turned into icy sweat in an instant. Shaking, I staggered to my feet and pounded on my neighbor’s door across the hall. “Mrs. Carter! Please open the door, it’s Hannah! “Please, just let me stay inside for a minute. I can stand by the door. I won’t bother you.” No answer. But I could hear it. Fast, shallow breathing on the other side.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"

Just to recap with you about my life, I lived in a home with my mom, in a suburbia and my house was the second to the last on the block, which left an empty house next to ours, or well it was until about three months ago. We had a new neighbor that I hadn't met yet. Course, I had seen her. Our neighbor was a group dead beauty. From a distance, I saw that she had smooth legs, tan skin and a body that she regularly hid under baggy sweaters, which only added to her allure. One night, I heard a scream. You ever hear a random scream in the middle of the night? You try to ignore, convincing yourself it was nothing as your heart races in startled fear. But it takes forever to calm down.

I said, energetically, accepting to let her believe what she wanted to believe. She smiled, and I ran to the fridge to get my breakfast. It was toast. I didn’t even warm it up. I ate it chilled, making my way to the living room, but I stopped upon seeing the news, which was filled with images of dead cows. “About three farmhouses have complained about cows found dead without an ounce of blood in them. Neighbors suspect vampires. Could vampires really be around us?” The newscaster asked. I gulped hard, and my mum turned to me.

I asked cautiously, aware that the topic might seem unfamiliar to him. Edmond furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nosferatu vampires? No, I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. I nodded, understanding his response. "They are a secretive and reclusive group of vampires known for their nocturnal activities and aversion to sunlight," I explained. "We've come across some information that suggests they might be involved in certain mysterious incidents in Crescentville, including your mother's disappearance." Edmond's eyes widened in surprise. "Vampires? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

My kind now took great pains to dispose of bodies in ways where they would never be found, or to disguise our kills as something else. I glanced toward Leesa. She was leaning forward, seemingly listening in rapt attention. Once again, I hoped that was a good sign. “Speaking of shadows,” said one of my goth neighbors. “Do vampires come out only at night?” Leesa turned her head toward the guy’s voice. A moment later, her eyes met mine. My vampire hearing heard her gasp softly when she saw me. I smiled, trying to appear as open and friendly as possible. Happily, she returned my smile, but then she quickly looked away. I wondered why.

"Look at you, talk your defense away. She told me that she could not wait, and well , tomorrow is another day. But you know. . . “ she said looking at me as some weird ideas began to cook up in my grandmother ‘s head “... instead of waiting on a stranger , why don't you visit our new neighbor here, I'm sure you will take to his liking just like I have done and he is closer to us . What do you say? " "I say that I don't need you to set me up with our neighbor, I am sure you remember that we were just contemplating about his family, we cannot be sure if he has a family or not . And Grandmama, our neighbor is a stranger too. We do not know him from anywhere! He could be a serial killer for all

someone whispered. "It's her." "I knew it," the woman who'd lost her neighbor said, pointing at me. "Strange things have been happening around the Ashwood property for years!" "Her mother brought the curse here," another voice added. "And now the daughter's doing the same!" My grandmother stood. "That's enough! My granddaughter hasn't done anything wrong!" "Then why are bodies showing up in your yard?" Marcus challenged. "Yeah, why do the ferals keep going near your property?" someone else shouted.