Creepy Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

Her once-rounded belly had shrunk, and her eyes hollowed with sickly pallor. Suddenly, I remembered that long-lost Ragdoll cat. “What are you here for? “Julian must have told you. The apartment next door that he gave you was purchased with marital assets. It’s now been awarded to me. “You have no right to stay there anymore.” Ivy’s eyes no longer held their former superiority or defiance. She knelt before me and pleaded. “Clara, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here begging for help!

The big, loud voice startled me from the depressing feeling I felt just now. Bambang — my neighbor, came out of his apartment thanks to my hysterical screams. Luckily, I was not alone with this man on the 3rd floor. Without thinking, I ran towards Bambang, who was stepping towards us then shuffling behind his back. Bambang frowned as he could feel my body trembling with fear. “Sir. Bambang ..., there is a ghost here early in the morning.”

But his conscience will haunt him if they found this lady dead in the morning. "Your address." "Why would I give it to you? I don't need help!" "You probably don't know but the next two lots are haunted. Do you really want to go alone?" That is a lie but such lady like her would fall for that, seeing how she gulped and felt uncomfortable. "Fine! Block 8, Lot 45." "Eh? We are neighbors?" "Ha?" They couldn't believe that they were neighbors. He has not seen the lady around. Oh well, he never really goes out much anyways, he is busy with video games and saving princesses there.

I know she just promised she won’t hurt but she was giving off a very scary vibe and I didn’t like her presence. I moved the entrance door of our small apartment to close it but before I could manage to do that she slammed her hand hard on its centre, then creepily crawled it to the end of the door and held it tightly, “The same thing will happen to you.” She gave me a creepy smile and stomped her foot inside the apartment as she glared at me. My mind went blank for a moment and she violently pushed the door open. There was a stranger at my door. She told me mom was dead and then forcefully stepped inside the house. She then told me the same thing will happen to me.

It meant I wasn't being paranoid. I smiled at him "Nothing honey. Just some racket outside" I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to talk to someone about it. I decided to talk to Rose the next time she came over. “Rose, have you ever heard anything strange coming from the mansion next door?” I asked her. Rose looked up from her cup “Strange how?” “Screaming. Sounds of someone being beaten,” I said "I keep hearing it. Have you heard it before? Maybe when you came over or something. At first, I thought I was imagining it"

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”

I pick up a spoon and follow the music as if the object were a microphone and I see my cat staring at me as if I had lost track. But I stop, immediately, when I feel that I am being watched and I was right. At that moment, if I could, I would stick my head in a hole. My neighbor is looking at me through the window as he eats what looks like an apple, cutting it piece by piece with a knife and with a little corner smile. Why does this only happen to me? His gaze sweeps across my body, reminding me that I am wearing tiny pajamas and forgot to close the curtains.

He loves to stress his workers out but pays them little at the end of the month. Slumping on my bed, I decided to skip dinner and just go straight to sleep since I'll have to wake up very early tomorrow morning but a knock on my door had me on alert. Checking the alarm, I saw its few minutes to twelve. My neighbors are twats who undoubtedly do drugs and other things which they seem fit for their lives. That is what happens when you live in a shitty apartment which is located at the most dangerous part of the town. Not that I'm scared of them, but the sound of their bed creaking and their loud moans makes it difficult for me to sleep at night.

There wasn't a soul in sight. He grabbed a passing neighbor. "Where are the people who live here?" he asked desperately, his eyes completely bloodshot. "Ashlee Drayton's parents!" Startled, the neighbor hurriedly replied, "They moved. They packed up and left in a rush two days ago. You'd think they were running away from a ghost." As he spoke, he noticed how deathly pale Ruben's face had turned. The man immediately faltered, muttered a hasty excuse, and practically fled.

Now, strange marks started to grow like black tiny nerves in my neck. "What's going on with me?", I asked myself. Sometimes I had this feeling of dryness in my throat, not able to sleep well, I could smell what our neighbors were cooking even it's two blocks away from our house, and my hearing ability change. I heard small voices inside my head, some people were talking about what the government to in able to stop the killings of a murderer in town to town. They don't want to believe that vampires did all the murders of sucking the blood of their victims leaving them lifeless in the streets.