Creepy Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

How could it have been empty? But when I thought about it, I recalled that I had only seen the couple after the sun went down. I had never really checked the apartment next door, except maybe in my dream. I felt my skin crawl. I looked outside. The sun was still out, and I felt a little bold. I could just take a look and see if anyone was really staying there. I could not possibly run into ghosts while it was bright outside, could I? I had heard the wife knocking on my door last night, though. I had also heard the husband hitting his wife.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

Just when she closed her eyes to sleep, she heard weird sounds, first, it was a bed creaking then loud moans, the moans were too loud you would mistake it for a crowd of people cheering in a football match. “For the love of God, why now?“ She buried her head in her pillow and screamed. She stood up and went out of her apartment and that's when she noticed that her apartment is connected to another, and it seems her neighbor is going to be a big problem. She banged on the door hard hoping to catch their attention but it seems like the two people in the room are in too deep in whatever they are doing. “Keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep,” she yelled but still nothing. She left and we

"When I was a kid, our neighbor was like that. They had a child, but we never saw them. The family wasn't poor either, so it's not like they couldn't afford school or something. "But late at night, you could hear the kid crying, and the whole neighborhood thought the place was haunted. "Then one day, a friend we were playing with kicked a ball over their wall and climbed in to get it. He accidentally saw the kid. He had two heads. Like, literally, two heads sharing one body." Rachel still remembered it vividly. That moment from her childhood gave her chills even now. Tyler listened with mild interest.

“Yeah… I think that's his name. Wait, What? How did you know…?” He brought a fresh batch of baked cookies. He wanted to get to know his new neighbors. Fury clouded and blinded me in a second and I rushed to the door but Ciara stopped me. “What's going on? Why are you acting out? Is there a problem?” “I'm gonna kill him.” “Who, Signor Russo? Why? For being a kind neighbor?” “That guy has been acting creepy and I know he's up to something fishy. I can feel it.”

Looking toward me he clarifies, “I came up a couple summers ago to help Bobby get his well updated and that nosy neighbor of his called code enforcement making us stop our project for days until we they finished their ‘investigation’” “Yup, that's her. Neighbor from hell,” Bobby interrupts, “But we don't have to worry about her anymore, Froze to death alongside Chena Hot Springs Road a couple weeks ago.” “Really?” I think Alex might think his brother is joking by the look on his face. I notice that they joke around and tease each other a lot, but even I dont think a dead neighbor is something to joke about.

She was last seen hitching along Bassler Road, toward the interstate. Will I read a story about her next? Or maybe a twisted tale about how my next door neighbor—a gentle, seventy year-old retired nurse named Maude—is really a dedicated Satan-worshiper who dines on the flesh of cooked babies and also likes to have orgies with the town librarian and the Ladies Auxiliary. The idea is insane. Ludicrous. Far-fetched. So why can’t I get it out of my head? “This story,” I say, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, “this is when things started getting weird.”

"Did you hear? They found three bodies in that old residential complex on the east side a few days ago. When they discovered them, the corpses were already stinking. "The downstairs neighbor said they still heard the sound of someone chopping meat every night. They were so scared that they moved out. Apparently, the woman who used to live there even received a message from the upstairs neighbor asking her if the noise was disturbing them. She was terrified to death." "You're scaring me. Look where we are. It's especially creepy to talk about stuff like this in a place like this, okay?"

×××××××××××××××××××× Grandpa went in his room with grandma to take his medicines and I took that opportunity to do what I had been thinking for a while now. When I was sure they have gone inside, I opened the back door to the backyard and went over to the place behind the bushes. I looked around for any neighbor. I quickly took up the box and rushed off to my room. No chance am I letting the twin neighbors get out of their house and see me like this. They did their best to make me feel miserable. I locked my door and sat on my bed. Am I really doing this? Right now I was having that creepy feeling. What if I don't like the answers? What if it's dangerous?

Of course, she can’t even do that one thing for me. “I’m glad you’re home,” she starts as she spears a chunk of potato with her fork. “So many weird things have been happening, and it’s been freaking me out.” I don’t want to hear it, but she continues anyway, “The doorbell rang on its own, and I heard what sounded like kids running around upstairs.” “Kids?” I scoff. “Don’t be stupid.” “Seriously,” she insists. “It started after they pulled up those coffins. I didn’t realize how many children were buried out in the swamp. Just thinking about it gives me the creeps.”